Lin wants to be quiet and windy

Youyu Yanyan xibian takes a photo, and the sky is at the bottom of Qingxi. There are clouds in the sky. Gao Ge WHO and Yu? Empty Valley voice. Not a ghost or fairy, a peach blossom.

The most painful thing in the world is loneliness. It is like a lonely orchid with fragrance in the troughs, but with no direction, but no sound, but no wind. When loneliness strikes, it will feel helpless and anxious, lonely often patronize my heart, look up to the sky, there is no way to let go.


After the rain, Cheng bihu is like a blue sky, reflecting the vast cloud. At this time, I hope that I can perceive the world, the pale grass on the lake, like the wind, it is decorated with sporadic white flowers. In this static combination, the wings of the heart soar over a thousand years, driving the dream of life and pursuing forever.


A person lying on the lake blowing the wind and seeing the splendid, began to rejoice in his ordinary, ordinary but quiet, but indifferent but idle, simple but happy, how real and casual this kind of child that is far away from anxiety and worries is. It is a quiet peach blossom that begins to focus on the origin after the event passes through, A fresh, cool, cool, but beautiful rainbow is faintly visible after the rain. When the grass sprout and the flowers bloom, the dream will wake up and feel the delicate beauty, feel the feeling of exile!


Lin Jing and the wind are not limited, the mind is abandoned and thinking constantly.


Life seems to live in a rainy season every day. When the silent life passes through the memory, I start to doubt whether it is a mistake. Knowing your weakness, tears began to cover up the scars of your heart when the wind blows coldly.


One stands in the wind, let the fallen leaves fall from my fingers, the unforgettable feeling also falls from the fingers, let the flash of the beautiful as the gap between the fingers, from then on, do not let the tears again load the soul, let the pain in the heart. Like rain, it is easy to extend the bottom of my heart, green, let all drunk.


On the edge of the sky, those thin clouds, layer by layer, a trace of silk, the sunset was so red, so quiet, quiet, a burst of wind blowing, pinging up the red lines; and like a red line of jade, although there is a limit, it is more relevant. Black, black, dark, black, can hide everything, hide all the feelings I don't want to know, hide all the pain and joy, this way, the tired heart shrinks in the shadow of the lake, the mind is like the wind, faint, but unable to throw, still drunk in the lights.


Rain to the bottom of my heart, Miss also followed, Miss like a flash can not touch, quietly died in the rainy season. Quietly watching the moon, the clouds around it slowly move, gradually become blurred and clear, the lake under it cast a thin shadow, no wind, no leaves swing, the mind is like a quiet flow, sometimes this flow is involuntarily.


So far, I still stubbornly believe that the wind has taken away. Once like a flash, from the bud to the eye-catching branches and then to the withered, the flowering period, it is not enough to neglect to the wind.


The beautiful heart that has been written before, such as a dream, has gradually vanished in the sense of Huan ry. The heart at the moment does not say no, nor dare to say it again.


I once thought it was pure.


I once thought that acacia is pure.


I used to think that it was an unforgettable task.


Because my heart is not a complete one, I have been looking forward to a miracle and finally found that there are always twists and turns and pains, and Lovesickness is always such grief and melancholy. Maybe this is my fate, all the time in my life is searching and chasing, because my heart is always expecting pure sweetness and pure happiness to pad the scarred heart.


The world knows that there is no constraint between two things. However, the cruelty of reality makes it feel like the ice and feet of hands are cool. For more happiness and happiness, the painful thoughts are often put in your own hearts.


Once upon a time, the heart is stabbed, and the beautiful flowers will also drop. at every moment, when approaching a moment or a collision of a soul. the familiar feeling of sorrow and inexplicable helplessness will deeply impact the soul in an instant. So I collapsed my self-deception, and curled up in the corner of my memory. I saw the beautiful, dark, and pale flash in the pan.


I am used to talking about the lonely language in my memories to myself in the mirror when I am in the dark, and deeply touched and sad in my soul, because this kind of heart is in the lonely, unable to completely release themselves, peat the sky and recall the past, at this time the heart boat began to set sail, the floating heart sail flow with the wind, when the breath of the clear wind, receive a flash of life, feeling that there is a kind of emotion in the life that makes the heart deeply sensitive and the heartstring be touched by the wind, resulting in constant trembling, and finally found that it is really not waiting.


Sorry for the long fear of early flowers, not to mention countless Red! Wait. As you can see, Tianya fangcao has no way back. Resentment. It's just a matter of diligence.


At this moment, the moonlight in the lake is still in doubt, the heart is also melancholy, the lake also has a paddle, the lake has a curved reflection, and the silhouette of a ship.