1 Li Yueya left the Heartless Mage, and what was left behind was only a translucent white sketch. Love and miss, separated and waiting, if true love is invincible, you should go a long way to find it.　Even if separated by thousands of water and mountains, past lives and present lives. A top of grass brown duck tongue hat, a rusty small bicycle, walking the streets, from now on Jiang Lang is a passer-by, wrong mixed between, I only do a person looking for love.　Yue Qiluo, the painted skin left behind in the demon world. If I fall in love with you, the sky will fall.　2 Bodhi wooden fish, cloud dream mountain rain. The day before yesterday, I was vain, with five green plums and three or two hearts, and I met the babbling spring stream in the bottom of your eyes. I was separated by ten thousand years of distance, leaving nothing but the mute sound of the zither, letting your tears pour down, piercing through the forest of my long illness. I am not the first half of the steamed buns to save the puppet, only blame the present world, you and I body as empty shell, drink tea is not tea, eat wine is not wine. Forget, is a bowl of white water, looking at the rain across the wind at the moment, your smile, is a white porcelain bowl at the bottom of the subtle old wounds, I kissed along the way, awakened the appendix of the first heart. I only continue to hibernate here in the late forest, blue maple leaves, red lanterns, the day I left you, I stepped out with my front foot, and my back foot will be broken in the autumn watery white moonlight.　3 If not lonely, a person sing what bitter love songs? If you are not alone for a long time, how can this song reach your chest? The hand of the keyboard, and then the luxury of words, are not as good as still, closed eyes and more comfortable. Talking about heaven and earth this thing, to put it bluntly, is also a small trick that can not be explained, down the line of the grain, to the end, nothing more than some sickly moaning of the pale voice. Said goodbye to a dawn, up in the air, all the loneliness of the depths of the long shot.　This year, I am here to savor the loneliness. A piece of paper blue, scattered empty city of maple leaves, flew yesterday's memory of the ferry, I and the last summer, from now on lost contact. Let the years flow into a river, I walk in the dark fragrance floating Liuli River, still playing the flute 'vagabond.　4 If it were not for my profession, I would have gotten a tattoo. A tattoo in the road white, from the branches of the spring, has been cruising to the roots of the winter. As I said, the strong body, only off to the most real self. Long sigh to the mirror, it is the years hooked up to the bottom of the eyes of the fondness, if not, grow up so big, and how will be to the vacant regret, decided to be ashamed of the red face?　The dark night slightly pick up the corner of the mouth, I understand, this is the amber color of the long night, the warmest red lantern. I saw another self in this light. A curve in my left arm, instantly anesthetizing the hyperactive morning, I held the right hand of the sunrise, and slipped into the dance floor of the years.　5 Love song lonely ushered in drifting snow, even passers-by could not bear to step through the plain white and unmarked plain paper. I smiled at that strange smile, painfully remembering someone, strange, familiar; intersection, separation.　A clear pool of water, illuminating the silent wind and dust, where I finally found a wind and sunshine of myself. I got up and went away, following the huge forest, the wind and the water, this world was filled with the slightest coolness by me.　6 Cluttered as I am, a man of warm colors who wanders into the dark night from time to time. The people who pass by, to the black sweater for many years, can not find the starting point of the thread, the second place to love to go on, after the dark is daybreak, after the rain is clear sky, after me is the next self.　Different people, after crossing paths, one by one, they become strangers. They always say they can't understand what I've recorded. In fact, this is not a big deal at all, you laugh after the blade, I likewise do not realize the true meaning of each other do not understand, this is even, I do not owe you, why also say that each other do not recognize?　7 In order to so many variegated colors, I lost the end of the world. For so many years, I suffered a lot of aggression, a person held in the heart, white white, blue blue, and there is the red red. These rays of light, discounted by the seasons, have been suffering from a cold in the depths of time. The maple leaves were dyed purple, or bone-chilling icy blue, I gathered up the tips of my hair, and walked towards the distant deep forest.　Light and light fall, you have tattoos, I like you.　8 I think of a jelly. Someday you will see my right arm, a candle flame, the phantom-colored landscape that asks for the cold winter.　I take a bite of a soft, sticky muffin, and, afterward, fall into a deep sleep.　Brown scarf, slim jeans, camel colored trench coat ...... The world, is about to become this.　The world is about to look like this. Zhu Sha Mole and White Moonlight Quotes 2 1, there is one person in your life who will be your white moonlight Zhu Sha Mole is even more difficult to get even 2, I am a young boy here, you are the white moonlight in the sky.　3, for Baoyu, Daiyu is the heart of the window into the moonlight, and Baochai is the hand in the heart of the hand can be borrowed that hand.　4, the master was originally a white moonlight, vermilion sand mole, heart blood, destiny hijacking.　5, I like you like fireworks rising into the sky, will be in every little place in the heart, are blooming small fireworks, crackling in the heart to explode.　6, there is no need to give special significance to any day, I love you all the time, do not need to be at a certain node to reveal the heart, but if you want to listen to "I love you.　7, in the eyes across the river behind, hiding the pursuit of light, that is our love, life, the pursuit of dreams, no matter how little hope, should be persevering in pursuit.　8, love like the white moonlight, Jingzhao have a heart, some love, can never hold, then let go of the hand, not to hold, noiseless, motionless.　9, will wait into a gesture, how much loneliness to remember, endure into the white moonlight in front of the eyes, boiled into the heart of the vermilion sand mole.　10, he had a period of old time in his heart, where lived his white moonlight.　11, I have heard the best words, is your name. I have seen the most profound face, is your smile. You are my heart's vermilion sand mole, is my heart between the white moonlight. I've seen you cry and laugh and feel at a loss. The last thing I want to touch is your hesitant gaze.　12, he ah, a beam of light in life. The most clean boy.　13, white moonlight, soft and not cold.　14, last night there are stars in the sky, this morning there is a gradual rise of the morning sun. It doesn't matter if you see them or not, I found you and they make sense.　15, I have not loved others, you are the first, I'm afraid I do not do well, let you think, love is just so.　16, you think the frost on the ground has also been someone else's white moonlight 17, you would have been the heavenly absolute color, belonging to the bright stars, and why should I always about you, to see the earth's fireworks full of mountains and rivers.　18, someone asked me: miss a person to the extreme what is the feeling I said: as long as he, years and years of peace and security, even if I was born without seeing.　19, such a smile, such as a handful of white moonlight, so that people can not move away from the eyes of love.　20, he is my little lucky, little lucky, I am his white moonlight, white moonlight, in so many people love each other.　21, the difference between the white moonlight and the vermilion sand mole: lies in love and be loved 22, the white moonlight is not get the beauty of the vermilion sand mole is not cherished pain 23, I hope that the white moonlight and vermilion sand mole can be the same person in the end 24, I don't want to live so long, I just want to come down to see you a little bit earlier, from the teenage couples to old age pining for a disease, you are the joy of my youth, and is the white moonlight in my heart.　25, she was alone, turning waiting into a gesture. How much loneliness also have to hold down, pressed into the heart of the vermilion sand mole, guarded into the heart of the white moonlight.　26, the white moonlight is probably the people who do not eat the earth, do not want others to pollute, by the world, the unique look in my heart.　27, do not do you window of the white moonlight, but also not when you chest of the vermilion sand mole. I just want to be a touch of light in the dark forest to illuminate you.