Love will never regret in the world of mortals

After the heat of love faded away, there was only endless sorrow in my heart. Looking at everything familiar around, every one hurt my nerves. The bar covered by the green shade in the south of the city once had a good drink with someone, talked and laughed, and was full of youth together! That long riverbank is a wonderful place where we used to whisper and talk to each other! The deep green Qinling Mountains are full of mountains. The river is gurgling. The river is clear, sweet and delicious. Every stone there has the trace of our carefully depicting carrying the easel. We shook together on the rocking chair by the artificial lake, leaving laughter! Duwusiren, touch environment living feeling. The Ballad of love was sung over and over again. The dream of gifted scholars and beauties ended in the end! At night, the silence was so deep, and the heart was extremely gloomy. The stationery on the desk was wet with tears. Why? The oath of love is still echoing in my ears, and that rude person is nowhere to go! I didn’t know how long I had had a dream. A ray of sunshine shone into the room, opened the curtain and looked up at my watch. It was already over 12 o’clock at noon. Could it be just like this? Carrying my luggage, walking in the ticket hall and buying a ticket, where is my heart harbor? Sitting on the train, the trees beside me fell back rapidly, and the sky was still so blue. Heart infinite sadness! Unexpectedly, he escaped from the city in this way. At the moment of leaving, tears were surging and he couldn’t bear to recall. The “Love Song of the world of mortals” came from the trumpet: you know I used to love you, you know I still think about what you said when you left. Don’t cry. Why are you looking at me with tears when you break up? Do you remember the story of my love I once fell in love with each other vigorously. I became a legend. Romantic in the world of mortals, there are you and me. Let me sing a song to love you. What kind of pain is this, unforgettable and painful. Looking out of the window, I was tearful. Could it be that in front of love, I, who always thought I was strong, was so vulnerable! I underestimated my endurance! It turns out that the infatuated woman also has no immunity! Love it, don’t love it, forget it, I can afford to lose! As long as loved, this life without regret! Singing love songs and walking around, love will never regret in the world of mortals, love, hate, it doesn’t matter! With a wave of my hand, I am leaving, leaving the clouds in the western sky! Take care, love, take care of yourself without 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…

Smoke, mess fly

Lonely and lonely, looking at the beginning of the ice wheel, the moon is full of stars, lying on the bed and whispering about the broken lights. Holding the quilt and holding the mirror, it is also the dim sound of Haggard yellow flowers. The sick and weak clouds and smoke are so cold in front of the window, the piano is weak, the withered flowers and fallen leaves are covered with sound. Leaning against the painting screen, dizziness, Heaven and Earth, kiss the string. On the night of the Moon, a sad song was played alone. The candle shadow was red, and the room was filled with depression. The sorrow and sadness of the world of mortals are coming out. There is no trace of years and months, and Ying is weak and helpless. The flowers fell silent, and it was also painful and sad not to leave. Heart, heart, heart, heart, worry, worry, love, love, pain, helplessness. The dream of Liu Mo’s fine dust in one dynasty, the wandering duckweed for half a life sighed the Chinese year. I can’t bear the company of my weak Willow, and I can’t bear the company of my broken leaves. Call up the aura of heaven and earth, spit out the update cycle little Zhou Tian. Alone in the mountains, cicadas sound at dusk and evening, as if dragging the clouds and rain and sorrow of the four seasons. Close to Me, I can’t bear it! Cannot bear! After tracing the path of Ji Kang through the ancient times, si shantao praised his independence of rock and rock as lonely pine; His drunkenness also led to the collapse of Russia as Jade Mountain. Ji Kang has high talent, despising the dignitaries and refusing to be an official. However, he defended his friends and suffered a taboo. When he was in prison, he played Guanglingsan and went to death calmly; A song of absolute voice sublimated to a high level. Singing in the illness bred in the difficult situation and the slim future, lamenting the comfort of life, the desperate struggle, pain and helplessness in adversity; Pouring string music all over his head, sometimes swallowing and singing, sometimes I sang angrily, sometimes I poured out my deep feelings, sometimes I groaned and sighed, flowing water poured on the ancient road without despair; Incisively and vividly the depression and hesitation and the lonely late autumn alone climbing the small building, cutting constantly, the mood of reason and confusion covered my surroundings. Sigh the light of life’s fragility, like fog and smoke. As if a drop of water in the sea, it will disappear when leaving; There is no waves. Prosperity, poverty, hate heaven and autumn, everything will become meaningless. Now that everyone knows this truth, why do you fight for it when you are alive? Life is just like this, dozens of years passed by suddenly; Display the jianghu spirit, shake up the cloud and water Zen mind. Wan through that red downtown, quiet window exhibition scroll. Green Mountain far, long water water Long, decadent fame Cuiyun word. Today, the yellow flower is tender and he is old, Frost, dyed white hair; Snow, burying beauty. Landscape, magnificence is still good; People are pale and haggard. In my life, I like drinking in the small bridge, which makes my eyes look beautiful. Simple lou wu Shicheng, on Belle leisure. World sophisticated without learning, leisurely Nanshan vertical. Trembling alone climbed the Youzhou platform, drinking and inviting the Jade Rabbit Chang ‘e. With my bold poetry, nine days Kunpeng wanted to fly. The clothes are mixed with smoke and rain. Who believes that people are happy? Niangbei asked: is it a matter of wealth? Lowered your head, embarrassed and poor. A sigh! Smoke and cloud are angry, a sword is a thousand people; A warehouse is a thousand gold, it is hard to escape the appearance of old to bury the skeleton. How can I find a boat more than the five lakes? Don’t argue with others about the value of life. He is the wise and flexible person, and I am the foolish and stubborn person. What should I fight? Dispute VSAT? Dispute what! The smoke is hazy. Poetry is not poetry, not lyrics and songs, and words are piled up randomly. Sigh the short life, sigh the bitterness of the world of mortals; Sigh the pain and bustle of illness, sigh the confusion of the pursuit of the ancients. Looking back through time and space, which young man listened to the rain song upstairs? The red candle reflects Luo Zhang. Prime rain guest boat, coagulation jiang kuo cloud low, broken goose call westerly. Now hearing the rain, the temples are frosty. Sigh: sorrow, joy, separation and reunion are always Ruthless. Before the first rank, drip to the dawn. At this time, I suddenly thought of Su Shi’s two most beautiful poems, but I hope that people will live long and live together for thousands of miles! 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…