Fenghua is a finger flow of sand, old a period of past years

Sit and look at the end of the season, pick a romantic, who's story pale waiting? Whose mood is thin and fleeting? Goodbye, no longer see, 22, but 22 forget. Brush ink, painting a stroke of vicissitudes, that Kate reincarnation, how many infatuated people's melancholy?

--wen/Raizhong

A

Some people say, rainy day, is the time to cry aloud, a rain, wet a place of lingering, quietly sitting in music, listening to a song from the water as diffuse over the heart, holding a quiet miss, as time in the Ningmou blurred, mildly to pain ......

Do not know, a wait whether can warm, has been, like autumn, like that deep and an diem, always in the shallow smile infatuation search, will a commitment, brush into the autumn freehand.

Thought, affectionate, then can forever, however, the red dust deep, the scenery is still, suddenly look back, the heart, has not found the way to come ...

Like, a person wandering in the lights, picking up the fragments of large and small memories of the city, those beautiful time will be like a Su-shine, shining fleeting time there is a dream, youth sorrow is nowhere to be placed, a deep shallow thoughts, beautiful night pale moonlight.

The time is endless, those who bloom, the fluttering, the fall, disappears, all is once, those who despair, indifferent, painful, all is the taste of life?

If, a romantic can feel heaven move, then, butterfly dance Zhuang week, can let tears no longer cross-flow? If a vigorous can let a person ganchangcunduan, then, cling to a pool an diem, whether can be counted as a harvest of life?

Perhaps, through, tired, laughed, cried, is to grow up, perhaps, warm, sad, bustling, lonely, is flying ...

"You see, or see me, I am there, not sad or not, you read, or do not read Me, love Is there, not to go."

Some things, do not need to pick up, already in the heart, some people, do not need to recall, but lingering ...

Two

I know, you are my life the most beautiful encounter, longitudinal just a rub shoulder. The leading edge, is the voice of the Buddha in the curl, a word of vows. This life, we come for the Jianyao, rolling in the red, doomed to gaze, will be full of laughter has long been the heart.

In the silent place to read you, perceiving that sad and vicissitudes, dim place, friends with pity, faint of the bosom, holding hands across, harps phase and two lingering.

You say, I am the song word in that leisurely woman, Moon Li, light dance neon, and you, will use a lifetime of affection, Will I love. I know, the illusion, the share with helpless strings of emotion, just if the water to wear dust.

Time flies, sliding cloud, when all the lingering in the fingertips into a wisp of light smoke, tears in the light, can not bear the discrete, is it a love or sigh?

Life at least once, that is desperate love.

Wind passing, clouds drifting past, pen drop place, even if drip ink into a war, this sentiment deep margin shallow, how can be thousand like read?

Three

Sit and look at the end of the season, pick a romantic, who's story pale waiting? Whose mood is thin and fleeting?

Goodbye, no longer see, 22, but 22 forget ...

Brush ink, painting a stroke of vicissitudes, that Kate reincarnation, how many infatuated people's melancholy?

There is a kind of love, no luxury, no one who is wrong, also do not blame the shallow sentiment, to hope, 22 acquaintance; turn around, no regrets. Silently, collection and parting clutch, only have, a season of flowers, warm to tears.

A lot of times, so quietly think: look forward to, should be blooming flowers it? In the quietly bloom. That lingering in the heart of thought, also will lush melancholy, even through years of fence, will still stubborn and an diem.

Qing shallow fleeting, pick up a bit, some memories, like a tie down Qing words, in half awake half drunk between flickering, is the dream is also true fantasy. To a Susan measure the distance between the season and the season, with a pious charm of the heart and soul of the whispering, leisurely flute rhyme, and listen to think and read, the slender hand graceful, more than shallow smile look back?

I want to have a big fall red, bury you and me, we are in this thrilling encounter, a total of the soul of the end of the day.

A world of flowers, a search for one leaf, a sigh, a lifetime for a person. Yin A sentence Mo forget, play a song bards sublime, even if dependency, is still beautiful and Enron ...

The origin of the edge off, when thousands of tempting to leave the faded color of the years, standing in the lost its blossom, I take a smile of the gesture with you goodbye. Listening to the footsteps of the gradual, cold rain knocked the heart, broke the promise of a place, and then also pieced together not back yesterday.

Yin a tie down boundless miss, dream a few back tenderness deep species, stand out a shore Xiaofeng moon, Monopoly a fence alone.

Geese over the place, surprised to look back, Fenghua is a finger flow of sand, old a period of past years.

Pen on-2016-5-16 7 o'clock in the evening three ticks

Fenghua is a finger flow of sand, old a period of past years