Life is too short to regret. If it's not the end, please keep walking with a smile. -Inscription No.65438 +0 The hourglass waiting for the fleeting time has precipitated the vague past, and the hand of memory will always pick up the scattered past inadvertently. After a long journey, people still like to recall the past. Laugh at the time and count the fleeting years. The wind brings the first leaf of autumn, spinning in your palm and dancing in the cycle of the season. The faint warm sun quietly bid farewell to the splendor of summer, colorful, gently pull out the elegance and beauty of autumn, birds singing. The stream wind is gentle, and the white clouds are gentle. A wisp of flying geese, some bamboo sticks. What is fascinating is not only the autumn scenery, but also the blooming heart. Smile and let the wind float the tidbits of Feifei, thinking endlessly. Time is like water, washing away endless smoke waves, eager to drift in the depths of Qing Dynasty. Like water passing by, the breeze of three thousand years dreams of returning to hometown. The cloud shadow still lingering on the edge of Changting ancient road gently holds a wisp of purple smoke, swaying far away. Looking at the wind and water on the other side, suddenly if you dream, it's a dream, so stay in it forever. The wind passes through the fence of thinking, stands in the field of vision of autumn and overlooks the paradise in the dream. I always believe that there will be a place where a peach blossom will burn in dusty water. Get a floral skirt, listen to the moon by the railing, bow your head and think about it, a wisp of fragrance. Looking back at yesterday's familiar scenery, take a closer look at the dark green and clear Qiu Guang, and let the sunshine penetrate this season's melancholy and shine a smiling flower. Melt a string of attachment, say a line of prayer, stand outside elegance and expect a quiet. In the wasted years, I watched the autumn water in the sky and wrote a blue sadness and joy. Hold a warm sun, carry a wisp of fragrance, make flowers all over the clothes, and dance the sleeves with dark fragrance. A wisp of homesickness, across Qian Shan. Over time, over the cold and warm, I stayed in the first oasis, looking forward to breaking the melancholy between my eyebrows. At this moment, I am gentle and colorful. Just for you, a book is tender and depicts a season's charm. Through the thin curtain of red dust, the beauty at first sight is still amazing. An imperfect meeting fell into my heart and became the deepest infatuation in my life. I measured the distance from you with my thoughts, deep and shallow, but let time fall. If miss is beautiful, I would like to hold you in my arms and listen to the melody of my heartbeat in every morning breeze and night rain. If the distance is beautiful, I would like to miss you quietly and feel the same feeling in the moonlight every night. If there is fate in my previous life, I would like to enjoy a thousand years of drunkenness in the sea of flowers full of fragrance every year. If there is fate in this life, I would like to make a wish to warm your life's expectation and pray that you will be happy and complete in this life under the care of my life. Reach out your hands, hold up the misty dream in the floating water of Qian Shan, take off a gentle dream, smile and sing, cherish it, and make you feel at ease. I just want to follow the time, quietly sing with you, and accompany you safely. Waiting for the fleeting time, looking back at the familiar scenery, picking a green leaf in autumn, holding a string of nostalgic flowers, standing outside the elegance, looking forward to peace. Time flies like water, time flies like water. Look at the shallow clear autumn, dyed with a touch of blue sadness and joy. NO.2 As soon as the nursery rhyme falls, a devoted love holds a wisp of ink fragrance in an Enron smile, listening to the sound of flowers blooming on the stranger, and those lingering thoughts become soft and feel calm through the years of the world of mortals. Standing in front of the window, gazing at the wind and gazing at each other, there are always some simple and beautiful feelings, and there are always some vicissitudes, which slip through the fleeting time and gradually drift away into a lost water and agarwood in a smile. Maybe I'm used to picking up deja vu in my memory. What I have cried and laughed has already penetrated into the bone marrow, and in silence, it has become the end. I often fantasize about a small building between green mountains and green waters, where streams are gurgling and peach blossoms are dotted. I'm tired, take a nap here. Yun Shenchu, caressing a zither sound, haunting the heart and nature; Whispered, I had a dream and got drunk. With a faint light, I covered up my sadness, smiled and had a fleeting time, just wanting to make happiness more and beauty stronger. Because I have always believed that light is happiness; Happiness is beauty. The quiet autumn of a season is outlined in different colors, which converges impetuousness and noise, and adds a beauty of meditation and quietness, such as a colorful picture scroll, which contains the shades of the season and also shows maturity and massiness. The autumn wind, which sets off the corner of the season, lightly follows the pace of seasonal changes and shakes off the warmth and coldness in the depths of the years. In the early morning of autumn, the air is mixed with faint coolness. Standing in front of the window, looking at the distance, maple trees are dyed in layers, showing the intensity of the season, just like life, only when outlined in different colors will it be more perfect. The ups and downs of life are complete. Gently pick up a fallen leaf, and the clear vein is the freehand brushwork of life. Life, mountains and rivers, passing by, thousands of scenery, only experienced, understood, precipitated, can produce fragrance. I have always had many beautiful expectations for time, and I believe the most beautiful scenery is ahead. After a bright spring and a prosperous summer, I cherish the tolerance and richness of autumn more, with a hope. In autumn, I look at the flowers of life, the porch window full of years, gently pick up the poetic heart of words, let the graceful heart dance gently in the gentle heart of early autumn, keep the inner peace and tranquility, and tell the joys and sorrows of this road in words. This scenic trip has missed, suffered and suffered setbacks. When all the past is precipitated in the silence of autumn, only the warmth of meeting lingers in my heart. Do not ask how the story will end; I don't want to worry about how much attachment is buried in my heart. I just want to cherish the touch and happiness along the way. Looking back, it was a blooming smile. In the depths of time, I put coldness and lightness in the past clouds, warm my thoughts in the lines of my palm, and live happily with the posture of still water and deep flow. With a faint feeling, you can see the most beautiful scenery in the world with an open mind. In life, there is always a reluctant page, so deep and so warm. The beauty of time lies in the traces of years engraved between meeting and parting. Time flies, it is a song without words, which has always been memorable in my heart. Besides reading, there is hope. In the world of mortals, I have seen many scenery where things have changed, how many journeys I have traveled, how many feelings are flowers waiting to see from the water, and how many people can't reach the other side. I'm not looking back on you warmly, but it's my turn. The rain has not stopped, but the wind is still there; Before the song was finished, the people had already dispersed. Years of memories have long been scattered in the water. Who promised to love for a lifetime, who promised to be unforgettable, it doesn't matter which day. Maybe some feelings, meeting and crossing, are already the best ending. Time is drifting away between thinking and not thinking, and the heart is on the road, half bright and half dark. Some feelings, although short-lived, have long been over-hearted; Some people, close at hand, are out of life. I always thought that if I stopped thinking about it, I wouldn't get lovesickness; I always thought that if I stopped thinking, there would be no more sadness; I always thought I couldn't let go of everything, but when I was in tear drops, I would turn around and leave, because I just wanted to see each other's first smile. I will leave some vicissitudes in my heart, and I will leave some of the past in a dusty collection. I no longer ask whether the running water is heartless or unintentional, and I am no longer persistent in finding the end of the world with you. Who can have a heart forever? Who wants to go through the vicissitudes of life hand in hand? I have written too many lingering feelings of romantic nights; I have heard too many eternal expectations, and I can't find a place in the years. There is an encounter called deep affection; There is an ending, which is the end of the song. I loved, hurt, cried and laughed, and then borrowed a clear sky, embraced the sunshine and continued to be strong. Put down what should be put down, cherish what should be cherished, laugh it off and live in peace. A brush dipped in rouge, no matter how smeared in the mirror of time, can describe the original taste. The scenery used to be beautiful, but only once. There is only a past that cannot be returned, and there is no endless present. The wound is cut in the bottom of my heart. If it hurts, it will eventually cocoon. In fact, each of us is stronger than we think. The scented tea in the hand is lonely and silent, leaving only the warmth of one hand. After the experience, I will remember that the songs I once sang are still floating in my heart; People who have loved, but can no longer hate, meet. Is Mo Wen fate or doom? If you have loved, don't ask how deep the fate is. Cherish it. It is forever. Leave a faint fragrance to each other in my heart. If you remember it, it will be warm. No.3 is very enthusiastic and smiling. In the autumn afternoon, the sun shines through the window lattice and is warm. I like to pick up a touch of ink in this gentle time, put a ray of peace in my heart, gently connect my heart, and make my heart clear as water and elegant as a cloud. I also had a pure dream in Yunshan ink painting room. I believe that there are always beautiful things lingering in my dreams. There is always some warmth, and I meet unexpectedly; There are always some scenery that will be beautiful because of me; There is always a smiling face blooming for me. Put a heart in the fleeting time and rejoice in the encounter; Moved by experience; Epiphany in the process of progress; Exquisite in time; In the years, be the truest self. Let that lasting and eternal belief dance gracefully in the soft time. No matter whether you come or not, no matter whether you are here or not, I still rely on the sunshine to keep warm calmly and turn a little melancholy into a faint smile. This is the most beautiful poem in my life. Everything in the world is half perfect and half incomplete. Because there are cracks in life, the sun can shine in. When there is gloom in life, there is excitement; If you are thin, you will be warm; There is a climax and a trough; Where there is pain, there will be joy; Where there is loss, there is hope. In life, we always have to experience some pains to make ourselves unforgettable; Years will always leave some traces to prove that we have gone through. Maybe life is complete only after experience. The feelings that have passed more than a year, all experiences teach us to be strong; Everything in the past is an understanding. Life is going through thousands of turns and seeing the scenery all the way; Happiness is to hold hands and taste the joy of the world. If life is a flower, it is light and fragrant. May this life be like an elegant lotus, blooming gracefully and carefully, cherishing every spring flower, letting go of every piece of ice and snow to melt, walking happily in quiet years, and accompanying every spring, summer, autumn and winter with the rhythm of smiling. We are willing to walk through fleeting mountains and rivers and still have a pear-like snow heart. Compose a clear rhyme, put it in the fleeting time, and let the deepest happiness fall between the eyebrows and the junction of life with the gesture of flowing water. Time is only a small step. When the prosperity and lush greenery gradually disappear in the fleeting landscape, the background color of life will become more and more simple. This simplicity is the initial heart of people and the true nature of life. Visit the world of mortals and see the scenery of life. At that time, all the glitz was stripped off. Peace of mind, a porridge and a meal, and a lamp to go home are the most practical warmth in the world. If life is a song, with ups and downs and ups and downs, each of us is a singer; In the flashy world, life is like tea, strong or weak, bitter or sweet, and we need to taste it with our heart. Time is like water, still gurgling, quietly guarding the joys and sorrows of the world of mortals, spreading out a simple note, pressing my heart into a sad sadness, warming my dreams with poetry, burning my thoughts to keep warm, flowing all the way through the desolate years, and the book becomes a rhyming chapter, flying in the stormy years. Flashy three thousand, just myself, the world of mortals, I am safe. In the dull years, a roll of heart petals is unfolded, and the book is overflowing. There's no need to hide it. Fingertips are gentle and quiet, tea rhymes with eyebrows and smiles. As soon as your fingers turn, you will keep a peace, a heart and a warm smile forever. Life is too short to regret. If it's not the end, please keep walking with a smile.