Flowers

For a long time, the favorite word is Nalan rongruo’s life. If it is just like the first sight, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan? If life is just like the first sight, what a good picture it should be, the warmth at the first sight, it is always fixed on the canvas of memory. What the ending of the autumn wind sad painting fan leaves to everyone is how much Miss and helplessness. There are two flowers in bloom. It is just good at first sight. How good it would be if it was just like the first sight. Too many encounters are as gorgeous and ethereal as fireworks. The encounters with some people are like meteors. The gorgeous sparks burst out in an instant, but they are destined 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. 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. 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. The scenes, like sketches, were imprinted in the lush years. But time is broken, and it is run over by age repeatedly. Those warm dribs and drabs are like a flash in the pan, gradually dying in memory and gradually disappearing. It’s just that the lost scenery gives off Halo, which becomes deeper with the growth of palm lines. When we meet, our mood is like white clouds fluttering; When we have it, our hearts are like rain and dew falling; If we miss it, our hearts are raging like quicksand. Looking back, the feeling is as clear as blue and quiet night. 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. Lin Huiyin said: Finally, I understand that there are some roads that can only be walked by one person. Those who invite good peers will accompany the rainy season and walk through the years together, but one day they will eventually separate at a certain intersection. Walking alone in the world of mortals, the Green rose brushed across the shirt, the green clouds wet the promise, the mountain and the water could look at each other, and the sun and the moon could have nothing to do with each other. At that time, there was only one person’s floating life and happiness, and one person’s flowing water. Zhang Ailing said: sometimes, some people have already left without saying goodbye; Sometimes, some things are understood without saying goodbye; Sometimes, some roads will become longer if they don’t go. Always looking at the former space in a daze, those who said whether to separate or not are gone. Familiar, quiet, quiet, left, left, strange, strange, disappeared, disappeared, stranger. You are still you, I am still me, the same strange. Kimi said, in life, there are people leaving or entering constantly, so what they see is invisible; What they remember is forgotten. In life, there are constantly gains and losses, so the invisible see; The forgotten remember. There are always many coincidences in life, and two parallel lines may also meet one day. There are always many accidents in life, and the kite in hand will suddenly break the thread. In that year, I said in a hurry: some people missed it and could never go back to the past; Even if some people met it, they would never be together, which was a deep-rooted pain! There are too many helplessness in the reality. No one knows when they will be separated forever, leaving only sadness. To the youth, he said: What you get is happiness, not life. However, when you were young, how could you believe in the destiny that you could not get. The daffodils wanted to go to carp, and there were many tears in the Lotus red overnight. We should learn to cherish the touch in our heart and the moments when we look back and smile. Luoluo said: I occasionally think of it. I think of some people that I once met, may not meet again, or even never be seen. Monsoon transits likely. Wake up in the midnight, memory fragrance. Who have you ever met? With missing, through the long winter, embrace the blooming spring flowers. If you don’t remember the voice, is it youth and we capture the shadow and the wind. Those warm and beautiful things in life. We are in love together. When spring comes, who picks up the story of memory gently? I am afraid of losing the beauty of that moment. Silently miss those who once brought me warmth and touch. Although I left, I still appreciate it. Although I am strange, I still miss it. I remember what I once inspired and remember your warmth when I accompanied you. Whether it has passed or not, whether it will come or not. Maybe it will fade away or alienate, but it should never be forgotten. The beauty that once stayed in our hearts like butterflies and the warmth that used to bloom like flowers in our memory let us count the palm prints of time and miss them slowly. Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. 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