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Even if you think your feelings have dried up can't give, there will always be a moment one thing can touch the heart of the chord. After all, we are not born to enjoy loneliness ...

---preface

Time quietly, take away a lot. Are you, unscarred?

Some people say, if the time of love, I would like to break a period, in later in this period, the flowers and habitat; I said, if the years, such as song, I would like to a note, jumping in the time of the vegetarian hand, quietly waiting. Then, you, I, have become the captives of the years, disappeared in the boundless galaxy.

Canhong, Time flies, in the quiet of the midnight, standing in front of the window, looking at the Milky Way nine days, where is the bustling dream, or lonely as water? Yuri Chango, whether remorse, that moment of turn away? Otherwise, which has the Chang-e should steal the elixir, Bihaiqingtian every night the heart said.

Once traveled thousands of miles, but also how the obsession met. Unfamiliar, familiar, holding the hand of the son, Light Xu a no regrets to meet. Even, the edge out, leaving, are not allowed to grieve, the ends of the earth, their own well.

Come to think, there are many things in the world, there is no need to ask reasons. The origin, the good, the margin, the sadness. If two similar souls, once meet, is eternal, if it is two different hearts, pass, also forever.

Memories, always after the departure. A old thing, carrying too much memory, a period of time, a record of too many joys and sorrows. Half bright, half sad.

Sometimes, standing at one end of time, flipping through those past years, verdant verdant, tears of falling petals, is not necessarily sad. Just that a touch of the same can not be reproduced in the past, there is always some kind of heartbreaking beauty. As in today's light and no wave of the years, in the review of tomorrow, will also be an infinite static good beauty.

Each section of the road, is a kind of understanding, even the figure. Long life on the road, always need some warmth, even if is self-thought is a memorial. Look, faint leaves of the back, will think of those who have been years? Sometimes, put down is a kind of liberation, fulfilled others, also let go of oneself, why bother to dwell on?

Lanrong said, the beginning of the beginning is the harvest, do not regret, do not cry. To stay in the beginning of the ecstatic boundless surprise, only endure loneliness. But also said, if life is just like the beginning, what West wind painting sad fan?

These two words, infiltrated the way of the mankind, asked the wrong.

The Qing Huan of the punctual, the melancholy after parting. Standing in the fleeting ferry, quietly watching some people come, some people go. Always believe that the busy figure, the capital is a trip that they want to go. In fact, what they are seeking is nothing more than a stable of their own. Met, walk a ride. Suitable, and then go down, the everlasting, not suitable, choose to turn, left each other a back. This figure, even the unfeeling, is to give themselves a best comfort. Why, perfunctory others, wronged himself?

Life is a journey without a return. Sometimes, with silence to disguise the sadness, with calm to melt the inner desolation. Sigh with regret, time away is always happy, leaving the flowers everywhere, sad flowing water east, no longer return. Especially, in the stillness of the night, like water, tossing and turning, unable to calm. Night, who is the heart of sadness?

A city, a person, a memory, a sequential image. Want to forget, but vividly remember, but the ends of the earth. Most of the time, there is nothing to do, body and soul, only on the road. Fatigue, sadness, bleeding, unavoidable, the key lies in whether to get out of the wrong mind, adjust the mentality, the heart of the shore, and so on the way the soul. Then, pat on the body of dust, remove all the burden, the body and mind will become light, step into a calm, so that the soul can be with you as the shadow accompanying!

Just as, the passion Burns summer, always has to leave, leaves the autumn Forever is the memory! July, the fragrance of Gardenia, lotus charm, are gradually drifting away, inadvertently, fleeting has been changed. Soon after, autumn as light, and give the world a quiet winter. Winter, can you remember the feeling of autumn?

Wandering, disappointed, miserable, and then awake. Time will fade away all the good things, flowers bloom years quiet good, spend time change. Look at the sky, reading fireworks, memories of the past such as wind, listen to the Four seasons, a figure can dominate who's happiness?

What is love in the advent? To make people live and die?

The moon is happy, the moon is short can be sad? If you can, look at the clouds, sitting on the cloud, not to things, not to be sad, gradually blurred figure, gently tunnels a sound: If you are well, it is sunny. Perhaps, at that time, the true maturity, also do not accept the encounter of a paragraph or intense, or good times.

Hurried passers-by, the vast red dust, the passage of things, non-human. We are very small, the world is very big, ahead of the brilliant, no tolerance of wandering? We are just the passing of time, flash eyes, precious life is coming to an end, which there are times, will be exiled in confusion confusion? When encouraged in time, the years do not wait for people!

Time, let people know, experience, make people mature.

Life between heaven and earth, if fleeting, suddenly just. Look at the light, you will be happy. Hake we shall, roundabouts, is not the most beautiful ending, the time is easy to die, do not allow you to stay.

Gently to the gradual drift away from the back, a voice: treasure, you and I each well ...

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