Heart

Hovering in the sky of time, the wind blows lightly, the wind blows away the floating clouds and smoke, blowing the reincarnation between fingers. Lighten the past and dim the mark. Can’t Hold the fragrance of memory, can’t catch up with the pace of change. Those flowers covered by years bloom, and everything becomes a blank. Those lingering fragrance abandoned by the years, all gone with the wind without trace. It was full of overcast rain, and the shallow gloom blurred the whole city. Some memories also pervade. The memory of passing by was too vague and plain, and in a hurry, it had vanished before it could be picked up. However, there are still some shallow imprints telling the past, those stories that once existed. Tears asked flowers, speechless. Duwusiren, love. Things are different, and those past turns into a sadness hidden by sunshine. Watch the passage back, thinking go once, laugh Fengqing clear. Smile is self-styled tenacity, tenacity is enduring stubbornness, stubbornness is bright sadness. The pale past in my memory is still lonely after prosperity. In the faded years, the clear venation disappeared, but scattered on the ground. The time to go away, the light years to disappear. The fuzzy outline slips through the quicksand of the fingertip and disappears in the deep memory. I left that piece of retrospect to pay tribute to the past. Life is like a train, on which there are always all kinds of people shuttling back and forth. There will always be many destined people, but when the car stops, there will always be people going up and down from the train of life. The encounter with some people is like a meteor. The gorgeous sparks burst out in an instant, but it is doomed to just pass by in a hurry. Some people say that everyone is a passer-by, and everyone is everyone’s miss. Traveler hurry, truth memorable. The Misty encounter of fireworks, the gorgeous beginning. The Misty encounter of fireworks and the sad ending. The Misty encounter of fireworks, the bright sadness. The Misty encounter of fireworks, the short halo. The Misty encounter of fireworks, the forever missing. Some people say that the stop is for the next reunion. However, many encounters never have the chance to meet again. When you turn around and wave, you are destined to be forever. Farewell forever, separation forever, lost forever. Many times, time is so hasty, just like your story, it is obvious that you have just pulled out a small green bud, and the season has been read to late autumn. The development of many things is bound to come to an end. Enjoy the beautiful process. When passing by, we should learn to forget, laugh loudly and cry boldly, looking up, I saw a piece of bright sunshine. The rising radian of the corners of the mouth outlines the aftertaste and hope. It is too late to recall the scenery passing. It’s like having no time to make a wish to the meteor across the sky. The old time in a hurry, the crowd in a hurry. The flowers bloom and fall in a hurry. When halfway setting sun, into desolately night sky; When Yichuan misty rain, into Mancheng Feng Xu. The beautiful scenery in my heart has been fixed on the way behind me. The wind and dust have become fragrant flowers, only miss in my heart. Time flies and the sea changes. Through the gap of time, let your thoughts go back to the distant memory and turn into a miniature of decrease. The distant time is integrated into the whirlpool of the hourglass and will never be seen again. So beautiful, listen to the flowers. Look for a trace of fragrance of flowers, and find some flowery smiles. Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring

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