Looking for, just to meet a better self, this is probably the most beautiful scenery in life. You hold me, I hold you, Lala Lala, all the way forward.
A exhausted love, silence, picking a flower, loneliness. Nine times out of ten things in the world are not satisfactory. People who love you don't necessarily love you, and people you love don't necessarily love you. In this way, running around, hiding from Tibet, stumbling and pursuing in different shades on the road of world of mortals.
On the road of world of mortals, two people are attracted to each other, miss each other, look at each other and look forward to each other. You can make a fool of yourself, you can't be together forever, you can't do what you want, you can't live with your own life, and you are full of regrets. Only fragrance can be treasured in the deepest part of the soul, making it moist and fragrant. Don't touch, don't recall, don't flip, cherish the present, cherish the fate, and cherish the people in front of you.
You are with us on the world of mortals, even if it is a short road, as long as it is unforgettable and lingering, it is love. Who said that love must flow forever, who said that love must be intimate, and who said that love must grow old together. Isn't the love between Xuanzong and Yang Guifei the legend of eternal love?
If not, how can the imperial concubine revel in the Millennium world of mortals? How does Ma Xiepo's theory alert future generations? How do you smell the whispering in the fairy hall on Tanabata every year? Du Mu-shi "The world of mortals laughs when riding a princess, and no one knows it is a branch." "How can it be passed down through the ages and passed down to this day?
You are with us on the world of mortals. Even if we only know each other at first, we may not know each other, and we may not know each other. As long as it lasts, it is also love. Who said that love must be a pledge of eternal love, who said that love must last for months, and who said that love must be vigorous.
Love can also be cultivated, a porridge and a meal, a smile, flat and faint, day and night, gradually get along, slowly love. Did we meet less love on the road of red dust? How many people are really old together? How many people really stay together until they are old?
Who is really accompanying you on the road of red dust? Not only to accompany you for three meals a day and four seasons, but also to see flowers in spring, listen to the rain in summer, enjoy chrysanthemums in autumn and enjoy plums in winter. Not the one who accompanied you to climb mountains and rivers. Not the one who accompanies you to visit relatives and friends, serve your parents, ask for warmth, and care for your eyes. Not just with you, but with the eyes of the child. Not only know you, understand you, love you, love you, and be with you in front of people.
It is the longest confession to have you on the road of mortals. This is love, which is extremely pure and noble, mysterious and sweet love that everyone pursues. Legend has it that love is a collision between hearts, a dialogue between eyes, a communication between hearts, and love and affection.
It is an instant heart, an instant touch, and a flow of true feelings. It is also the acquaintance of action, the acquaintance of eyes, the understanding of love words, and the confusion of life.
It is beautiful, warm, warm and gentle to have you on the world of mortals. It is a meter of sunshine, which brings a lot of warmth and warms your cold heart; It is a bouquet of fragrant flowers, which brings a little warmth and warms your dry heart; It's a strand of hair, which brings a little tenderness and kindness to your agitated mood; It is a breeze that brings warmth and gentleness to your restless heart. With a shallow smile, gently brushed your desolate heart, rippling into a circle.
You are on the road to the world of mortals, love has flavor, feelings have sustenance, the soul has a place to go, life has color, and life has hope.
We wait for the sunrise in the morning and watch it. The rising sun fills our lonely hearts. Go for a walk at night and watch the sunset. The magnificent sunset is full of our throbbing hopes. Meet at night and watch the moon count the stars. The moon is full of stars, which enriches our strange imagination.
Imagine that one day, we will stay together and board the spaceship. Fly to the moon, the planet, the universe, the stars and the sun. Visit the little prince's planet, greet his roses, ask him if he will wait for love and tell them the true meaning of love.
Imagine that one day, we will sit hand in hand in a time spaceship and cross the historical sky. Over the mountains, over the sea, over the desert, wandering at sea, wandering in the desert. Looking for the footprints left by Sanmao in the desert and pursuing the happiness of Sanmao and Jose.
Through the era of Xiang Yu, we can see the heroic spirit of "pulling up the mountain is big, but sometimes it is unfavorable" and witness his sentimental love elegy with Yu Ji. Through the Southern Song Dynasty, it was proved that Li Qingzhao "was born as an outstanding person and died as a ghost." I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong. Patriotic feelings. By the way, I can feel the pain of her lovesickness, that is, "I can't leave my body, the west wind is rolling the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers."
You are with us on the world of mortals, with scenery, ups and downs, romance, singing and stories. Vicissitudes make time. Find an ordinary piece of paper and write down your tenderness and attachment in ink. Faint, soft and quiet, the fragrance of ink condenses our lotus-like worries and drifts with the wind.
You are on the road to the world of mortals, and life is like a lotus, clear and shallow, elegant. Time has condensed into Leng Xiang, a faint, Zen-minded, and a few Zen-minded, turning our past clouds into the fragrance of lotus flowers. It has influenced us, perfumed the time and accompanied us like a shadow until the end of time and forever. ...
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