1, lonely it will erode me, quietly daze, quietly contemplating, that the passing years, where is the end, covering the heart of the hurt, alone guarding the hidden heartache.

2, hometown has always been my soul haunting the heart of the place, where there are wonderful memories of my childhood, hometown filled with grandmother's smile, grandfather's expectations and childhood partners of the naughty.

3, accustomed to the noise of the city, looked back and realized that the original quiet village has a more beautiful, that is a kind of elegant beauty, fresh beauty, is the most beautiful scenery in my heart.

4, on the road of light, we do not have too many grievances and regrets, fell into the paper is a period of gentle and light time, in the clear wind and moon, look at the lotus have feelings, look at the water intentionally.

5, remember that day of photography to commemorate? My sudden realization with the flash together with the light: your silhouette on the negative, but also y burned in my mind.

6, and tragedy, can be very beautiful. The past and then beautiful, will only be left as memories, memories and then hurt, in the end, just passing smoke, and we, to walk the road is tomorrow.

7, very beautiful night, remember to leave the back, long sigh, inexplicable thoughts filled with starry eyes, the world is suddenly small, close your eyes and listen to the true meaning of life.

8, very common, slowly, the package faded, petal by petal unfolded, but also quietly drilled out from under the lotus leaves to show their faces. From a distance, it feels very peaceful.

9, hate the time, because one day, the time will slowly put me, put you from each other's lives fade out, exit, do not leave a trace, even memories are not left.

10, red dust scroll, painted you and my attachment. The bearings turn the painting axis, stained with green enamel. The exhibition opened, collected the bottom of the eyes, moved the true feelings. Tears, but a drop of heartbreak.

11, red dust drunken dream a light cover loneliness, slow twisting the strings, a song break sadness, whispering and singing, beads and tears countless, but there is nowhere to talk about bleak, ask the sky, who accompanied me to the end of the world?

12, and then you sat in front of me, I realized that I have been nostalgic, is the year we hold hands of memories, rather than in front of this after the change of time, strange you.

13, the lake is erected with dense lotus leaves, in the lotus bush blooming countless lotus flowers, white, pink, swaying in the wind, seem to show off their incomparable beauty of the face.

14, flowers will eventually fade; even the kapok, there will be withered time. But the kapok in my heart, is quietly blossoming, will never wither.

15, fantasy dream rain fall like voice crying, red dust in the laughter as smoke clouds. The finger tips of the passing of the inseparable, lightly floating down in the ink on the paper. The imaginary building pavilion deep alley, but the smoke and rain in the haze.

16, memories like a movie playing, a scene in front of the eyes out of the magic. Memories are like visiting a painting exhibition, a painting is not yet finished, not catching through, another picture and into the eyes.

17, memories of this thing if there is a smell, that is the camphor incense, sweet and stable, like remembering the clear happiness, sweet and frustrated, like forgetting the sorrow. Life is just a passing, no matter how complicated the process, there will always be a day the same way.

19, live once, don't be too tired, if we can hold a normal heart, sit and watch the clouds rise and fall, blossoms and flowers, one of the vicissitudes of life, you can get a cloud and water in a good mood.

20, live, itself is a kind of cultivation; with a blossoming attitude to embrace life, with an idle heart to feel the ups and downs of life, encounter the surprise of time!

21, perhaps, from the moment of blooming, who all know, the world has no unending feast, let the prosperity of the passing, the flowers withered, and the time to come, just to remember that a memory.

22, perhaps a person living for a long time, more and more like to be alone, do not want to dare to step on the prosperity of others, only in their own world, quietly looking up at the sky.

23, memory iteration, who pale who's memories, who have no regrets about who's persistence. The person in the memory, thank you for a different posture, and I gaze at the same place.

24, seasonal flow, will leave melancholy and feelings, a thought of flowers, a thought of flowers, in the autumn wind, light to pick up a place of appendage, the taste of autumn, feel the autumn long.

25, silent night, alone, looking at the bleak moon, evoking some memories, thoughts into the tide of emergence, tears have been blurred eyes, waved his hand to erase, since the abandonment, why be sentimental.

26, lonely rain, always so long, dream you once, no about memories, read you a moment, no about the Acacia, the next rainy season you will not come into my dream.

27, lonely and helpless night, a person leaning on the bedside looking out the window silently stunned. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and then you can get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.

28, family: a few discordant notes were skillfully put together, may be able to play an exceptionally beautiful movement that, depending on how you appreciate it, anyway, the player is happy in it.

29, pride can be lost, patience can be lost, reason can be lost, but no matter what you do, hope can not be lost. Be practical, don't be in a hurry, what you want, the years will give you.

30, foot unknown road, the first face to see her hooves stepped over how many crows time fork. Pick a lamp and look at a summer, depicting spirits as light as tea, withered white sketches of the wind blowing over the turn a few times.

31, this life no regrets and you meet and know, look forward to the next cycle of life can once again meet you, when we embrace to see the star flowers bloom, and then do not let go of each other's hands.

32, no hate tonight, but I wish years and years like this evening; tonight the moon is full of people smile, peaceful and festive; the dust of the old things put aside; let thoughts along with the osmanthus line incense, slowly drifting to each other.

33, golden childhood is joyful, memories of golden childhood is exciting. Childhood is like a boat, filled with candy, filled with toys, filled with laughter, and filled with joy.

34, try to squeeze out time to get a good rest. Only get a good rest, will have enough, lush spirit to face the various things from the sky.

35, often see the former pulled his girlfriend across the road, thought of our once sweet scene, I now want to say to him, cross the road, be careful, I want to take the driver's license.

36, quietly, learned a heart to listen, to appreciate. Just like the lake of autumn water, a few light ripples, but can carry a thousand years of the sun and the moon, and exhaust the miles of floating clouds.

37, quietly looking at the sky, recalling the past bits and pieces, found that the original perfect has gradually aged. The good things that have passed away can only be left to memories we can never go back to the past.

38, quietly stay in front of the window, looking at the raindrops hit the glass diagonally, dripping freely downward, the glass is all crystal-like pattern, let people appreciate.

39, quietly disappeared in the sea, do not let anyone see. Missing is a breathing pain, instant evaporation, let the impossible is also with the dispersion. What are the latest touching sentences

40, long gone glossy, shallow drunk in the bleak rain and cool six years, a song of parting, a note of lovesickness, phantom endless smoke cool, accompanied me through the alternation of seasons, walked through the blossom and fall.

41, distance is terrible, because simply do not know each other is to miss you, or to forget you. The most gratifying thing in the world may be the reunion of the once lost themselves.

42, the face of the powder paste like a wall, the two cheekbones of the rouge and lipstick on the mouth coated with blood, but also used a pencil to draw the eyebrows, the eyes around the eyes are also lightly stained with some color.

43, two people together for a long time, will y like the previous that disgusted urge, urge, lesson. Two people together for a long time, the brain will always remember to check the phone.

44, the other wrong to cover up, to justify, to set off, the results of the wrong on the wrong, the more wrong farther. More back, the road is difficult to walk; let go of the once, behind the sea and sky.

45, Andy Lau: the original each person can have their own high opinion, but not everyone can have vision; who can have feelings, but not everyone can have broad-minded.

46, the road is far away, there is an end; the wound is deep, will also be healed. We are our own life, carrying the hope for the future, walking through every period of pain and happy time.

47, buried a city, turned off all the lights. The sunsets, my face, who's one-third of the year. Swaying in the tip of the dance, is the spotlight of the most intense a touch of red.

48, slowly, confused, as if flowing a wave, but can not figure out why rooted in my heart. Idle again, do not know, the original is our lost self.

49, slowly, you will understand, life has a lot of things that have no ending at the beginning, what we can do is to walk a good journey, do not let it leave too many regrets.

50, bewildered by another year past, pale memories of yellowing in the leaves, but the heart is filled with a thick past, looking back at the half-life of the drift, indistinct as a dream.

51, without your days, I rely on words to get warm. The cold keyboard, hard screen, cool fingertips, only the heart is the original soft, tears still maintain the temperature once.

52, there is no time agreement, only the heart of a petal, bone clear muscle. The wind's tune, memories in the path of time have been fluttering, a red leaf reminiscent of the grace of Buddha's mercy.

53, every time you see the yellow leaves, the heart is always surging a slight feeling of desolation, seems to be in the body of the fallen leaves engraved on our traces, the heart for the sadness, love for the pain.

54, beautiful and prosperous season, send you two tea, so that the tea soothes the tiredness of your heart; send you a pot of wine, so that the mellow aroma like a friend in the lonely time to accompany you.

55, confused, I do not know how many people in my life and back, how many people in the cycle of the years strangers to each other, and how many people can hold hands with the end of the world?

56, for a temporary shelter of the nest, to find a heartfelt companion, hot cup of coffee in life, in the light of sadness and elusive sweet and sour to savor the endless joy of life.

57, clearly know can never go back to the past, so sometimes forget is also a kind of best redemption. I just want to embrace the memories and say goodbye to everything in the past.

58, strangers, smoke cold. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it. Shaking the flow of years, swinging the clock, do not know the passage of years. I tugged the corners of the years, wandering under the lamp, borderless.

59, strange distance, distant figures, trivial memories, faint thoughts, lonely, all is nothing more than a surprise Khor's dream, the turn of the eye is also a sea of change.

60, mother's eyes through the light of a deep expectation. This expectation, hosting all the mother's wish: to understand, to be, to become an adult, that is the whole meaning of her life.

61, can not afford to take, can not let go, people are so high, low, but the heart is not willing to say more, do less, is a kind of common disease life may be like a dream, but a few people can be free.

62, that was the wheel of the wind erosion of the door ring, as if in the netherworld buckle who's cause and effect, the green vine quietly ambush in the tiled walls, rice paper on the pen, and I am sweet smile such as buds to be released.

63, the string of wind chimes that touched my heart strings, there will always be people like its beautiful posture and gentle sound, and I will also belong to me in the place where I found belong to my string of wind chimes.

64, that ghostly figure outside the window shaking, seems to be to break in, scared me a mom screamed, and rushed to use the big quilt tightly wrapped around their heads.

65, that wipe or light or thick sadness in the diffuse dissipation, the night shook down a few new dreams old dreams, all coagulated in the bottom of the heart, flowing a beautiful poem, a long time in the starry night playback.

66, that is a slightly sentimental season, but also a poignant and lingering season, the wind blew up like a flower withered broken years, the memory of your silhouette has long been fuzzy.

67, those who have passed away memories, already do not know by the raging river of years washed out how far, even if they left tiny traces, has been washed away, or into nothing.

68, that a flower bloomed out, like a trumpet blowing a happy song. I put my nose up and smelled it, and a faint fragrance wafted in. It smelled so good!

69, you know, I am how much I like the rainy day, so that a person can sit in the house to remember the past some what past events, or happy, or sad, guilty, but also happy.

70, your future will be more soft, I pull the line to warm up the tenderness you give, a road is not accessible, the game of the world and the true heart to stay together, to find a right person, smiled.

71, you resigned to better than complaining, for the unchangeable facts, you in addition to resignation, there is no better way out of all the law, such as dreams and bubbles, such as electricity is also like dew.

72, have you ever had a bone-deep longing for love, almost bring physical pain, and isolate you and everything around you, the surrounding scenery becomes lighter and lighter, slowly fading color.

73, you are the most beautiful scenery of my life, from now on I pulled down the sight, along the way and then the beautiful scenery can not be close to my heart. From then on, I put on the sunglasses to let the color of life.

74, you want to go to bed with her, she also wants to go to bed with you, you all know that one day you will go to bed, but do not know what day you will go to bed, this is the best time.

75, you have to live some more years to know, you and some people can never be cut off between a period, this emotion is too far, is the life of the grassland without end.

76, you in life, can make a difference only once. That is this moment, however, many people are in the regret of the past and worry about the future in the waste of time.

77, years of flowing water, pale memory. The years are so long, slowly getting old. After these years, there is no one who can make themselves not lonely? In this life, whose hand to hold, together with the old?

78, twisted up the pen, thoughts such as Canglan, splash of ink like, written into a line of deep blue deep blue but let people so heartbreaking text. Outside the window, the cold rain fell for a season, but did not clear.

79, Liao Yu light Yangzhou slow, slowly, slowly and you snuggle, slow into the agar agar agar agar agar agar agar agar agar agar agar agar agar a smoky rain, agar agar a smoky locks heavy floor, agar agar agar pavilion look, agar agar agar eight fairy locks.

80, wandering in the lonely school road, although the pace of the heavy, back also depressed. But the heart is full of light worry, a slight melancholy only because there is a vision of life, life expectancy.

81, drifting thoughts of the red dust, thought in the wooden, intermittent into the quiet and bland echo, the old soft sure it is quiet stored, the empty valley with flowers and trees, clear and easy.

82, in fact, single to be pleased to have been single you, because you will never be able to appreciate some people have been with the memories stored in the mind of another person, separated from the kind of pain.

83, thousands of years of vows have been washed by the wind and rain can not be discerned clearly, why still stand in front of the Three Lives Stone bitterly guarded loneliness? The first time I saw a dream, I was drunk for a thousand years, and I was lonely for a lifetime of songs.

84, attachment is the heart of the dialog, is a heart of another heart of deep remembrance. Friends, although not often greetings, but miss in the heart, may you happy life, everything is good!

85, holding your hand at that moment, the dusty heart at that moment, once again the love of the red dust. A moment in space, a flash of a thousand years. The millennium snow only because of you and love fall red dust.

86, in love with a flower, open in your face, and I sniff this fragrance, can be close to your look, feel your soul, touch you like a touch of warmth, shine my heart.

87, and listen to the east wind whispering, singing thoughts. The world's floating, not after the prosperity of the death of the death, a drop of memory, but after the fireworks after a sound of the face.

88, gently with you tasted coffee kisses, the romantic embellishment perfect, instant, like the allegory of the stars, eternal and tireless, I listen to the music, only you are the main theme.

89, listening to the lakeside flute race that year, a lake, a strand of autumn water, a ray of green silk for the dream and sing, Jiangnan picturesque smoke and rain bloom fragrance, drunkenness Wu sound phase charming good, delicate with the spring of March.

90, the morning misty eyes, the ray of sunshine told me that a new day has come. I know that yesterday's thoughts have passed away, I also know that that can only pass a dark night.

91, the wind, is my gentle call to you; flowers, is you to fill my eyes; raindrops, is you to move my heartstrings; sunshine, make your smile more brilliant!

92, emotionally bad, to often ask self, what you have instead of what you do not have. Push open the window and look up at the sky. Laugh, tomorrow is another perfect day.

93, autumn and autumn, the moon is disabled, the years passed yesterday, the sadness of ten years, hate do not know each other, thinking about each other into the marrow, forget the sadness of a few times, both to the heartless, why need to see, please look back do not look at each other.

94, autumn a colorful season, red maple leaves, through the sun's rays, look extraordinarily beautiful, through the leaves of the trees covered with sunshine, flowing with the fresh nature of nature.

95, last year's road has been completed, all the bitterness and joy along the way will be turned into beautiful memories. When across this year, I hope that every day of the future can be spent hand in hand with you.

96, life can not start over, if time can return to the past, I will not let you leave. The corner of the world, will follow you, accompany you, rough tea, towards the end of the day.

97, life's footsteps often walk too hastily, so we have to learn, stop and laugh at the wind and clouds, sit down to quietly enjoy the flowers, calm down calm as the sea, set down to quietly observe the self-contained.

98, life is only like the first time to see, at that time is only unusual. Once beautiful has become a water and moon mirror flowers, tears eyes double droop, in that look back at the idea, flowers and water spring also, heaven and earth.

99, life is a hard trek, if you carry too many burdens, destined to be abandoned by life, waiting for you is distress, loss, depression, uncertainty, and finally destruction.

100, the silhouette of fat and thin, jade toad round, Kunlun thousand snow. Slanting pour the Big Dipper, drink the Milky Way, **** me drunk on the moon. Naihe, a night of spring breeze, the heart like mulberry leaves, and again when the flowers bloom.