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The leaves are drifting, whether it is the chase of the wind, or the tree's non-retention.

The leaves are falling, and in the bleak autumn, my thoughts are scattered all over the ground.

I don't know when I started, but I like to stare at the distance like the end of the world, the place where my soul dwells, a transcendent and secluded paradise, a thick longing soaked in the years like water, singing the eternal immortal song in your heart, but the heart is a faint bitterness and wordlessness, once a long and thick emotion, the unswerving lovesick vow, the soul tacit understanding and mutual understanding beyond time and space, What is difficult to go for a long time is still the deepest and melancholy miss for you, and the ink marks night and night, but it is difficult to tell the love of this love affair.

In this romantic and amorous night, quietly pick up this spiritual text, smeared with long-lasting loneliness and sorrow, comfort my sensitive and delicate soul, silently look back at the past when you and I looked at each other peacefully, think your thoughts are intoxicated in the moment of fireworks gorgeous, I wonder if you are also intoxicated with my dreams tonight? Is the merciless me still the last teardrop that flashes between your eyes? How can I forget your favors?

How to escape the grief that I miss you? How to cool the enthusiasm of anticipation? How do you get rid of the bore of your heart?

I want to turn my life into a wisp of smoke, quietly accompany you in joy and sorrow, revel in your shallow smile in the earnest gaze, let the twilight snow brush away the fatigue of my trek, dear, gazing at your deep eyes to tell me about sorrow and melancholy, the pain has long been all over all my nerves, tears keep slipping, dripping on my fingers, soaking my heartbroken body, longing for the once breezy past, spotless mood, just a desolate song, indifferent to the pain of tiredness, diminished my melancholy of thinking of you, On the wandering road, keep looking back, try to ask Junxin, am I still your favorite fragrance today?

I would like to fold the only remaining warmth in my heart into a lovesick blue bird, with a delicate vein, fly over the rainy smoke and rain of the past, fly over the red bridge of the once heartbroken thousand years, and fall at the mouth of the alley where you pass, look at it from afar, keep quietly, although the heart has been soaked in the pain of grievance, but still smile and mutter, begging for you, in this starry cold night, I only wish my lover, a safe life, and always happy!

What we can't get, we will always think that he is good, and that is because you know too little about him and do not have time to spend with him. One day, when you dig deeper, you will find that it is not as beautiful as you imagined.

If it's not true, don't disturb 2 Kawakawa said.

You see or don't see me, and there I am, not sad or happy; If you read me, or don't miss me, the love is there, and it doesn't come or go; You love, or you don't love me, love is there, not increasing or decreasing; You follow, or don't follow me, my hand is in your hand, and I will not give up. --Come into my arms, or let me dwell in your heart, and love in silence, and rejoice in silence.

Whose fault is it that the prosperity ends and everything seems so hypocritical? Shen Huang ) is the best way to cover up ≠

I look at you smiling, silent, proud, and lost just like now, so I am happy with you and sad with you, but I have been standing in the present and you have stayed in the past forever.

Because I know that you are a child who is easily worried, I put the string in your hands but did not dare to fly too far.

Sometimes, everything pales in comparison.

True love is like a ghost, many people believe in it, but few people see it.

Really, at ease; If it's fake, you can't ask for it. True or false, we are responsible for ourselves.

One day I will walk away from you silently, without any sound, I missed a lot, I am always sad alone.

Love is originally the sand in the sea, only if you take care of it with your heart, moisten it with tears and painstaking efforts, and let it indulge in your heart can you become a crystal.

Don't promise, don't swear, just use the temperature of a cup of tea to taste the happiness of a lifetime. There is a kind of concern, which is repeatedly entwined in the bottom of my heart, entangled into the unchanging landscape, I am your water, you are my fish.

When forgetting becomes another beginning, the memories are faded, and the pain is the most real.

Russia just wants to use Russia's most genuine spirit to strive for happiness that belongs to Russia, and that's all.

If you can't turn a page in the past, don't turn it, and if you turn over the dust, you will lose your eyes.

With a feeling of uncertainty, count the days I will spend with you every day.

Those youthful days were as wonderful as knives, and they were particularly bloody when they got up.

Your love has long since become the only one in my life. You leave and I'll take what to continue.

When people are in the most sorrow and panic, there are no tears, tears always flow at the end of the story, at the end of everything!

If grief cannot be omitted, then at least, let me remember every tear and let me wash away the element that brought me grief with all my tears, even if there are scars in the memory!

If we are all children, we can stay in the same place as time, sit together and listen to the stories that never grow old while slowly learning about it.

The wound, like me, is a stubborn child who refuses to heal, because the heart is a warm and moist place, suitable for anything to grow.

All unsatisfactory things are good things in the end.

It's not that my promise to you won't be fulfilled, it's just that I also have my own struggles.

1 Not seen for a day is like every other autumn.

2 I miss thee and hope for thee, but the days are far away.

3 I am so tired of loving you, I am so bitter to think of you, and it is so hard to see you.

4 Obsessed because I love you, mad because I miss you, and live like years because I want you.

The deepest pain in everyone's soul is different, and those sentences that can touch the deepest pain in the soul are the most ideal.

I don't miss you because I'm lonely, I'm lonely because I miss you.

Hehe, I gave a sentence "The most distressing thing is not not with you, but watching you in someone else's arms".

Last year's tree.

Japanese writer Minami Shinkichi.

A bird and a tree are good friends. The birds sit on the branches and sing to the trees every day. As for the trees, listen to the birds singing every day.

The cold winter is coming, and the birds must leave the trees and fly south. The tree said to the bird, "Goodbye, little bird, and you will sing to me again next year." The bird agreed.

Spring is coming, and the birds are back here to find their good friends.

However, the tree was gone, and only the stump remained.

The big tree has gone to **? The bird asked the stump.

The birds flew into the valley.

There was a large factory in the valley, and the sound of sawn wood was "sand-sand-".

The bird asked the factory gate, "Sir, where is my good friend tree?" The door said, "Cut the tree into thin strips, make matches, and carry them to the village over there and sell them." ”

The birds flew towards the village.

Next to a kerosene lamp, sat a little girl. The bird asked her, "Little girl, do you know that the match is in **?" ”

The birds stared at the lights for a while with their eyes wide open, and then sang the songs they had sung last year to the lights. After singing, the bird looked at the lights for a while and flew away.

Goose goose goose, despise sadness.

I went to see Xu Zhimo sadly, very beautiful and sad.