How much waiting has gone through the years and become a regret in the years. Perhaps, everything has its destiny.
It's hard to meet, are we not destined?
On the stem of memory, too many dreams have been planted, too much cruelty has been harvested, what kind of broken hearts have been hidden by the years?
Whether you love me, I really don't know,
If you do, how can you be so indifferent? If you don't love, why don't you choose to stay away?
A tearful night is as beautiful as ever.
How many unforgettable lines of poetry have you picked up while resting quietly by the stream over the years?
The starlight shines with silent tenderness. No matter how many years pass, who belongs to whom will always be Han Yan on the road.
Let those flying feathers who remember the time of sleeping peacefully, let the hostility be like passing smoke, let the passing years be fragrant...
A glance, the autumn water can see through, the whirling night, you always come from memory.
No matter what becomes the ending, what does it matter?
Since you are in love with roses, bravely reveal your sincerity.
With love, the subtle fragrance floats just right.
Everything is expected.
A little indifference is enough to haggard a weak heart.
Can you reach out your hand and hold your piety, your youth and innocence? Don't let helplessness spread everywhere.
Actually, it is simple with you. A pair of gentle eyes in the night sky gently embrace the pride that bloomed in those years.
A soft mist and rain fill the courtyard deeply.
Dream back at midnight, that person in a dimly lit place,
As long as we love each other once, we will have a life without regrets.
You are here, and I will live up to you.
Those petals that walked together
lightly fell on the ends of my hair, warming my face.
Those prides that have bloomed have a faint fragrance.
There is a lot of reluctance, but at the end of the starlight, there is still the gentleness of my perfection.
Warm wind, gentle, like a caress from afar,
In a trance, the coconut trees are catching the setting sun, those wrinkles are stretching, and the face is as happy as yesterday.
Some feelings have become the feng shui in the memory.
Can't be absorbed by a wisp of smoke. After all, it is just looking at the flowers in the mist and sighing.
Love is not a legend, the superimposed warmth touches piety.
When did time tear apart the oath of eternal love? Everything is lost to time bit by bit.
No need to say sorry, the tenderness that bloomed in the past is gently crushed by the passage of time, and every day, there will be a long flow of water.
Later on, no matter how far away,
a name is engraved in my heart, as warm as ever, and grows older with time.
With one thought, a tree becomes beautiful, its face becomes dazzling, and the whole world becomes poetic.
Wandering around the mountains, rivers, and pagodas, the most beautiful thing you encounter is.
The flowers bloom for a season, and you are so warm that you shed tears.
Looking back again, happiness will always reappear.
Planting trees in your heart, why worry about being sentimental and damaging your years?
Intangible charm, flowing in the feng shui of memory, immortal.
Perhaps it is God's will that cannot be violated. Some feelings bloom again and again, and the heart is drawn into a prison.
Perhaps, it has nothing to do with the ending, touching piety, lightly wrapped without regrets,
collecting every bit of beauty, firming up every concern,
love is like life, and the years leave a voice.
There is always a need for some warmth, even if it is just a little self-righteous commemoration.
How much do you know after a night of lovesickness?
Passionate sentiments are always betrayed by sentimental sentiments. Who has no regrets when gatherings and separations happen in the world?
Perhaps, nothing can last forever in time, and we can only let it happen.
Those who have made an appointment will also be lost in the mist of the world.
Those old people will eventually die.
The two look at each other, unable to see through the changes in the world, and eventually the two forget each other.
Forever, perhaps it is just a wish for life.
Those pursuits through thousands of rivers and mountains are ultimately just a fall in this life.
The setting sun is gone, the fireworks are wet, the poetry is far away, and it is April in the world.
Quietly airing the legends of the years, one update after another, all for the sake of longing for old age.
Through the dark years, abandon the hesitation, the world in my heart is so clear and lofty.
Perhaps, a heart can still be wild and unrestrained,
and it can always follow, always bloom, and never wither.
In one thought, there is joy.
Liuyun, can you understand my thoughts?
The deep affection that has nowhere to put it adds a lot of vicissitudes of life.
An encounter is enough to age all the years.
Where are the peach blossoms with human faces going?There is a place to come and a place to go. Perhaps, we should be grateful. No matter whether we are happy or sad, a life with love is always gentle.
A peach tree fills the garden with spring scenery,
The rain of flowers on the ground gently sprinkles smiles.
The heart is like a peach blossom with a little red, falling into mud and grinding into dust, the innocence remains the same.
Why care about winning or losing? Why worry about coming and going?
Many feelings are pure and belong to one person and can only be ended by oneself.
Those enchanting things always linger around life,
Across the farthest distance in the world, they have been truly touched forever.
Warmth is always there and never leaves.
The posture without regrets guards the hometown of the soul.
The sound of wooden fish is always so close and so far.
How many nights of whispers have been cruelly buried by time.
How much silent tenderness is still wandering leisurely in life?
Will we still tremble and dedicate our hearts to each other carefully?
In the past, we kept surprising each other,
but it was repetition, and it was also full of happiness.
Every day, simple joy is repeated.
Spring comes and goes, flowers fade and bloom again, where are you?
Is what I thought would be forever really so vulnerable?
There are always times when I hide in a corner alone, avoiding greetings.
In life, there is always a person, hidden in the dim lights, spreading tenderness all over the place.
If it can really live in memory, it will also be a kind of warmth and beauty.
Perhaps, one day, we will all become the back of the world.
I have owned the whole spring and the whole maple forest unintentionally. Perhaps, they did not belong to me originally.
Today, I return them to the world, looking for those simple and deep feelings.
If you love, after you grow old,
Don't ask for too much, and focus on eternity with your heart.
Let time slowly accumulate the tenderness of the years.
On the window lattice, there is a vague figure of a lark, and the gentleness of the swaying tree,
It seems that there is a breath of spring, it is time to stop and go,
In blind search, how much beautiful time has been wasted?
