The memory salvaged by years is torn apart, and the flowers bloom in the spring again, reclaiming, the bitterness of reincarnation,

Time is the core of memory, the fleeting time is the past, the passing scenery, I use tears to collect, not for sadness, just because every past is the only original creation. ——— Inscribing life is like a play, but it cannot be re-directed, and time is like a song, but it cannot be repeated. The scenery passing by is an eternal star, but the most beautiful one is just a moment. The hourglass of time sank, and the moment the meteor passed, the beautiful legend was staged. The brilliance of the stars and the brilliance of the night sky have indulged in the myth of thousands of years. The entanglement of the three generations and the reincarnation of this life passed by. Suddenly, it ran aground for a lifetime and moved for a lifetime. Set your looking back. In this life, you are the track that I cannot paint. The destined wound only flows for you. Reincarnation for thousands of years, seeking to read for a lifetime, melancholy fleeting years, not old lovesickness, your looking back at the bleak night, lingering thoughts like Tide, eating and biting memories presumptuous. Once upon a time, a drop of Amber dropped by the air, falling bit by bit, falling all over the sky. In that life, you smiled like a flower, and you were as gentle as a summer. In that life, you held my hand, kissed my eyes, and promised me three lives to comfort my love. In that life, I will swear a shallow taste, I will hide my sadness, the way of reincarnation, I will count the tears, but I can’t count your original. It turned out that the oath I believed to be true was just your temporary broken words. The past I regarded as a treasure was just a wrong Diding. Never leave this life, never give up the next life. Persistent wounds change the bitterness of reincarnation. Is it fate that directed the life or fate that betrayed the encounter? Or is my previous life practice not enough? The love around the corner is like a thousand red flying and falling, and the beauty is sad. The Meeting between you and me is wrong, and the ending is messed up. Not only deep love, but also shallow fate. The residual red and green, no trace, but the lingering fragrance lasts forever. The obsession of the third generation and the third generation can not be replaced by the holding hand of this life. Turn around and leave. At the crossroads, we go separately. You go, my tears, my hatred. I will never look back or retain. If persistence is a kind of injury, I intend to let go and return your freedom. If reincarnation is a kind of bitterness, I am still willing to have a shallow taste, just looking back at you once. No matter how deep my love was, I still left. I waited for thousands of years and finally made an airdrop. Looking back sadly, the haste you walked all the way, you presented in memory, is still the most beautiful one for me. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in 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. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…