There is no reason to like someone (selected by writers)

Life like dream, parting separation, towards like spring curtain withered, dash together, dash separation, yuan lai yuan to both heart. In a twinkling of an eye, I looked back indifferently. Many vicissitudes were in my heart and tears flowed alone. If one day you walk into my heart, you will cry, because it is full of you. If one day I walk into your heart, I will cry too, because there is no me there. If one day we pass by each other in a noisy city, I will stop and stare at the back that is far away, telling myself that I once loved that person. I thought that as long as I like it seriously, I can move a person, but originally, it only touched myself. Life is in your own hands. Only you know what you want and what you need. Don’t be influenced by external pressure. Make yourself in a dilemma. Love yourself and cherish yourself, because that’s your own life, not others’… accept, face, let go, let yourself be happy sincerely, and face all kinds of wind and waves calmly, rationally and easily. Believe that no matter how sad you are, you can live, because there is no constant wind and waves. Only you know whether you are happy or not. In fact, everyone has an unknown story. In fact, everyone wants a stop tenderly. In fact, everyone wants to fulfill his promise with someone. In fact, everyone can smile and turn around and cry, in fact, everyone’s life is somewhat bitter, experiencing wind and rain. I just want less sadness and more happiness. I just want less loneliness and more happiness. There is always a person hidden in everyone’s heart. Maybe this person will never know. However, this person can never be replaced by anyone. And that person is like a scar that can never be healed. No matter when it is lifted or touched gently, it will cause a faint pain. There are many people who like you, not lacking me; There are few people I like, except you… there are some things that I don’t want to happen, but I have to accept; There are some things that I don’t want to know, but I have to learn; some people don’t want to lose, but they have to let go. I’m not sure how much time I can use to forget you, and I can’t guarantee that I can really forget you. I can only be like now, no quarrel, no sorrow, no joy, there is no intersection with you quietly. Because of you, I have learned to be strong, and you are still my wound. The wind is still blowing. The flowers are still blooming the same. The sun is still rising. But many things have already been different. Look at that tree full of flowers, and one day it will fall down. I have waited until the flowers fall on the ground, why don’t you return? When you wait until the hair is covered, things are already human. Sometimes silence is really good, you can pretend that you don’t know anything. I was as bright as a mirror in my heart, knowing that I would lose if I said a lot, but I knew better that I couldn’t speak out this antipathy, and I couldn’t show it in my expression. Therefore, I used silence to take precautions. — Say too much, it is better to be silent. I will feel sad if I think too much. An inch of emotion, a miss, in the lonely world, who makes the lovesickness into a thousand-year treasure, a thousand-year watch, the world of mortals, cold and warm autumn, who uses the crazy look, keep it into a circle, like the year of water, whose palm holds whose missing! There are many determinations in life, which have been set up in unexpected times, just like the untouchable sunset, always in another direction. Those memories are depressed with unspeakable pain in the evolution of time passing. Reach out your hand, but you cannot be touched. The wound was just like me, a stubborn child who refused to heal, because the heart was warm and humid, suitable for anything to grow. For me, lovesickness is a thing where happiness and annoyance coexist, while pain and happiness coexist. Lovesickness damages the spirit and makes people Haggard. Everyone cursed and hated, and everyone devoted himself to it. What you didn’t get obviously escaped but was full of disappointment. Only I know that when it hurts, I say nothing. If I could go back to the past, I would choose not to know you. It was not that I regretted, but that I couldn’t accept the ending now. 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…

A cup of tea for my bosom friend

ban bi shan room stay Moon, a qing ming paid bosom friend. A cup of biluochun was presented on several cases near the window, and there seemed to be no wisps of fragrance. Besides the tea fragrance, your strong tenderness was refreshing. In the mess of thoughts, your figure stands in a corner of your heart, which is as if it is looming and blossoming as a stranger. The Willows depend on each other, and the floating catkins are like smoke and fog. Everything comes too fast and goes too fast. In A, everything seems like yesterday, still clearly visible. Love is like a feather, dreams follow the wind, loneliness is decorated with Luan mirror, loneliness is hidden in the pillow, red candle tears fall into sorrow, who solves the pain and sorrow? Chewing the past, sweet and bitter, like the taste of tea, long aftertaste! October of meeting, October of knowing each other, October of staying together! The noise of harvest concealed the desolation of winter. You came here with songs, which made you fly all over the sky, and weaved a curtain of Crystal dreams in the blooming season of Dan Ye. Looking at each other, through thousands of years, reading the eagerness of the eyes between the eyebrows, the Heart Lake ripples. How can the breeze care, but there is no way to wrinkle the pool of spring water? Holding hands and asking the sky, accompanying the world, I am as dependent as the soul of a wild goose. Walking hand in hand, the morning glow is like a brocade, the evening mist is like a smoke, the dark night has no time, the Four Seasons change, leaving a few lines of footprints in the desolate or prosperous place, even if the day is long and the dream is short, the confident, pure and dust-free eyes will eventually melt the bitterness of the cold and cold flute, continue to break the strings without words, and flick with ten fingers in a graceful way to show you the lingering of “high mountains and flowing waters. You said I am a delicate woman like ancient tea, fragrant but not vulgar, charming and warm but elegant and pure. Wind and rain, wading into the water, waiting for you in the depth of the sunset, wearing a Sunglow, shining your sky. However, I am just a butterfly dancing in your dream, dotted under the screen window of Qian, singing in The Red Tent, like a clove quietly opening in your journey. Who can understand the spring breeze when flowers bloom and fall? If you want to complain with the sky and the moon of Qing Dynasty, the soul dream will be buried! Butterfly can’t fly over the sea, and the impulse of flapping wings can bear the pain of broken wings! In your sky, I am just a natural and elegant cloud. I can only stop for you for a while, break your dream for you, drink for you into your heart, and shed tears for you! Your sky, my attachment! The wind passes without trace, the water passes without shadow, I only wish to be the tree that grows on the road you must pass, hoping that you can hear the sound of flowers when you ride a horse. When I didn’t get married, I finally understood the absolute determination of helplessness and grief, with tears hanging down in my eyes! Make a cup of tea for you, and the attachment of making tea with hot enthusiasm will warm your heart of Experiencing vicissitudes. Maybe one day I will go back to the mountain forest with you, accompany you at dusk, and die in Makino. Learn Tao Yuanming from planting beans under Nanshan Mountain and picking chrysanthemum under bamboo fence. Lotus man hoe the crescent moon, holding a handful of Xiaolu, rippling a stream of laughter and singing in the murmuring water, intoxicated with the end of the sunset and the song of returning birds. Maybe in fact, there is not much possibility. The Buddha said: five hundred years ago, you gave me a glance back. This life should be my glance back to you, moistening your desire with tears! Beautiful legends will never grow old, but will we create our own myths? I clearly know that I am not a return person, but I am a passer-by, but I still use the most true lies to fabricate the feast like fireworks! Evil! I want to know with you, and I will live forever. The mountain has no Mausoleum, the river is exhausted, the winter thunder is shocked, the summer rain and snow are combined with the heaven and the Earth, so I dare to be with the King! I stick to the sonorous oath, look at the two flying swallows on the beam, plant my heart in the deep of your world of mortals in your incessant call, frown deeply, dim red makeup, engraved by wind and frost, tempered by years, even though I used to be a spring of tears in the past, I laughed at myself because of the misty rain! No complaints, no regrets, I hesitate to walk alone when the purple Moo flowers bloom. With your Qingyin as my companion, I enjoy the lonely love! Today, I will make a cup of tea for you. In The Teana of guqin, I miss you the surprise when you sip, the pleasure when you enjoy it, the tenderness of stretching your eyebrows, and the free and easy of writing at the desk! Today, I will make a cup of tea for you, and the gap of warm time will accompany you in my missing Like (prose editor: prose online) 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…