Fleeting Time

All kinds of flowerpots are full of Jasmine, and all the rooms are lingering in a kind of light and lasting fragrance, with light white and deep fragrance. Xi Murong once said: Friendship is just like the fragrance of flowers. It is better to be lighter so that it can last for a long time. I like this sentence because of its tranquil state and wonderful philosophy. Memories can only be recalled, not pursued. Who and whose smiles are left in the yellowed photo album? It recorded the soft concern in my heart, and the flat and quiet island deep in my heart was full of flowers in my ears that day. Time has gone, and I am waiting for you at the ferry of lovesickness. The world of mortals is fragrant, I use my time to make a pen, and the book will last forever. Salvage a handful of warm fragrance of time, sit in the distance between two mountains, and drink with the fleeting time. That day you said to me; One day if you walk into my heart, you will cry, because my heart is full of you, and if one day I walk into your heart, I will cry, too, I asked; Why do you cry? You say; Because you don’t have me in your heart. I smiled calmly; Have you ever heard of hollow? Are you surprised to look at me? I said, there is a kind of person in this world. ta is like a floating object in the whole space, floating in the middle of the sky and refusing to come down for a long time. The heart of this kind of person is empty. On the human body, the heart is heaviest, only hollow people are light. Maybe ta people don’t belong to this world. Maybe the previous life, this life and the next life are facing the wall five hundred years ago. Goodbye, everything is strange and familiar. Heavy smoke and water made my memory hurt. On the bank of the Sansheng Stone, thousands of flowers withered and became soft around my fingers. In the depth of time, the old things have been locked by the Qing autumn, as light as wind and as quiet as blue. The past is thick and light, the color is clear, and it is already light. After years of sorrow and happiness, as clean as a mirror, it has been quiet. In this life, how much prosperity is gone, how much sorrow and happiness are unknown, a cold branch, a few wisps of spring breeze, Red Love, pale memory of previous life, the bell in the early morning rang the trill of heart. Who I am of tea? Which glass of water are you waiting? In this vast sea of people, we meet, get acquainted and know each other. We are willing to live together without separation, but we have nothing to do with it. The world is too changeable and fate always passes by. Parting is constantly staged every day. Whose destiny will you be and who will you become a passer-by in the world of mortals Inn? The flowers in the dream opened quietly and fell hurriedly. Some people came quietly and left silently. The time flowed silently like water, and where will our story end? Are you I am close to you tomorrow, or are you far away? Time is like water, the wind and the moon pass silently, looking at the long road of life, but what matters is the infinite tenderness of that life… the fleeting time is thin, and the fingertips are cold. I missed the blooming flowers one season after another and pursued the reincarnation one by one. I can’t remember how many reincarnation this is. The tangled curve of the palm is hard to wrap the love for a lifetime. Q Tian, who is watching the setting sun side by side? Ask, who will listen to the wind hand in hand? The former dust has gone far away, and passed away from the sky. The destined gathering and scattering replayed at the moment of passing by. The mountains and rivers have changed again and again. The sight of the intersection of this life is scattered on the other side of the forgotten river, let’s watch an old dream become a cigarette. I looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle to explore the color of the sky. In the glittering refraction, the sour eyes can see the endless hollow. Maybe there is no color in the sky, but everyone’s Sky will have different scenery. In this life, I plant my heart in the tree, hoping that in the next reincarnation, I can think of an encounter between heart and heart. The fleeting years are light ink, and old dreams become smoke. QQ734670257 like (prose editor: drops of ink into wounds) the snow of spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. 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