Time slipped through my fingers like an hourglass. In a blink of an eye, a warm spring in bloom left in a hurry. In a blink of an eye, some people have been separated forever before they can say goodbye. Life will always meet fate that you don't need to find, just like a stream flowing slowly in a river. Stop and smile at each other, and you will feel warm in your heart.

I didn't insist on the arrangement, and you quietly stepped into my city. I can only use a poem to tell my mood at the moment: "I am in situ, silent and persistent." Just to meet you unexpectedly and end it forever. From then on, the fireworks were faint, and the shallow days were vivid and beautiful because of some warm feelings. Thought of here, the horizon is close at hand. Bloom is like this, so are flowers. It turns out that all the shallow stability in the world will eventually give a perfect answer to the fleeting time through the gap of time. "

Some days are ok, so cherish them! There is always some laughter. Silence has been sitting in glass time, and it is romantic to pass through you. I can only use my tenderness to warm your opportunity.

I'm used to being separated from you by a veil, not being sad when we meet, and getting old hand in hand at sunset. (What a good habit)

Memories in the cycle of time. Thick and soft warm currents crisscross the buildings. Crossing: the barrier of years and your desire, a distance that you can hold hands with when you turn around. My heart is drunk. Some predestinations, once intertwined, are doomed; Some people just have a glimpse of ten thousand years as soon as they meet; Once some heartbeats start, ascites is difficult to collect; Some feelings, once attached, will dry up and the rocks will crack.

Turn the time gently, and the faint rings are engraved with traces of seasonal changes. The past is like smoke, playing back slowly in the dim light. Who reveals your sadness and joy in your brow; Who is calling in the distance?

"Wait", there is such a word in the world. Some longings can only be hidden in your heart, but for some feelings, you will understand even if you don't say it. As the saying goes: silent touch is better than oral confession. The friendship across the distance is longer, and the initial feelings are still there. The distance between seeing and not seeing is hard to keep, and the soul is hard to hold!

Maybe everything in the past will eventually pass away, and time will enter old age. The wind is light and the clouds are light. Think carefully and open a simple and elegant lotus flower. You knocked on my silent door at first sight when you came to look for incense. Because of the fragrance of fallen flowers and the warmth of knowing each other, my plain poems turned crimson. After thousands of years of polishing, I finally waited for you, in this summer when the lotus fragrance is gone.

Quietly, quietly waiting for the pool of peach blossoms you gave me. Looking at the place, a shallow smile is my dignified gentleness. Dark fragrance, drunk and elegant, splashing ink and red dust, copying a poem and a painting. The cycle of life. Suddenly, it blooms like missing, as clear as Yan Yan.

Miss you, as before, the old dream is still in sight. Leaning against the window and listening to the rain, your horseshoe is a long-awaited return. Fingertips tremble, how can you keep half of what you have paid? Turning it into mine is like quicksand. Let time drift away, freeze a certain love, and carve the most beautiful melancholy clouds at this time.

The predestination of past lives should be ended in this life. A sigh moistens the wandering footprints. On that day, why did you go to the end of the world alone in Never Say Goodbye? The residual red powder is scattered, and the fragrance remains the same. Tea is lightly brushed, and you are my unchanging paragraph. A finger of ink, get your hands on brocade. Low eyebrows, silent time, opposite to warmth.

It will clear up after the rain. Time flies, and those days when clothes are getting wider and wider and there are no regrets, such as water and dust, have left a blank in my life. The world of mortals, passers-by. I have long been used to waiting for you quietly in my willingness and cherish.

Although the first tenderness has not been expressed; Miss has fallen. Joan took a picture unhurriedly and sent a peach poem to the window. All kinds of flying flowers are like dreams, but the bells are clear. How can we be sad when we meet in a fleeting time? A spoony, waiting for me all my life. Of all the tenderness, I only hope that we will not meet or part.

In the euphemistic time, too many people came uninvited and suffered too much. What the wind blows is only your faint fragrance. This life is a long journey. Let's be together under the acacia tree. When the dust of fate falls, you make the most beautiful first sight in your life. When you meet a fleeting time, don't be sad, don't see it and don't leave.

In this life, if you like. Promise me that I will give you the glory of your life. In the proverbs of our love, hold your hand and grow old with your son. From then on, I don't care about the vicissitudes of the world, how many degrees the four seasons cycle. I just want to dance the most beautiful flute with you when you are lonely. With my regretless love, I will accompany you to the most prosperous, warmest and happiest place.