Often a person stays in a corner quietly and doesn't want to be disturbed by all kinds of complexity.

The heart is breathing adequately. Quiet, solidified the years, still the time, and tasted loneliness.

A touch of sadness. Loneliness is the intersection of soul and flesh, and loneliness is the aestheticism of purifying the soul. Lonely letter

We calm down, think about human feelings, and live sincerely. Loneliness makes us tidy up.

The chaotic context has penetrated the essence of life. Loneliness is the purity of a clear spring, a seed.

The rebirth of children, loneliness makes the mind calm, makes life firm, and loneliness strengthens the instinct of survival.

There are always some people who have left their sight, but they have left a past, and there are always some shadows.

Go far, but live in life. If the fate of dust is ups and downs, I always use some words of comfort.

In order to liberate ourselves, we use false masks to pack up indifference to the world. In fact, we are all.

Very fragile, who knows the bitterness contained in the disguised power, and a casual touch will make a hole.

Through the heart. Always create a noisy atmosphere to cover up inner loneliness, but it is still empty.

Is a person's loneliness, autumn water does not understand the sadness of fallen leaves, how can the night wind know the lament of clouds, only

Sleepless raindrops beat the decay of the years and listened to the time.

The world of mortals fell like smoke, and after several ups and downs, I counted the joys and sorrows of the world and lamented the world of mortals.

Love is deep and shallow; Tomorrow's double shadows reflect the sunset, and the stars and the moon speak in common. Maybe the pen is cold today.

Lonely window. Is the pace of time going too fast, or is it too hasty to turn around? Think about it.

It is a corner of the earth. Looking back, it is a long mountain. The dust is drifting away, but after all, you can't support the prosperity of the whole city.

Time flies, how much fragrance is left? Years of fences have blocked the same season,

The fragrance is full of sleeves, but I can't touch the flowering period. It's hard for a boat to carry many worries.

On the shore, across the distance that can't be ferried, only a wisp of faint fragrance floats in the dust.

. After many years, I still feel a little painful after reading it gently.

Sometimes inexplicably overwhelmed, I just want to find a square inch of land and feel my heartbeat quietly.

There is also breathing, pressing the restless and depressed emotions in the bottom of my heart, gently comforting and staying away.

Worldly disturbance, ease, and normality. No worries, always create.

I don't know why, but what bothers me may not be gain or loss, but a kind of.

Unknown sadness, emptiness of the soul. And we often can't control it in this feeling

Self, inadvertently touched an unknown fragility. Maybe only silence can

Only by giving the soul the ultimate purification can we get out of the vortex set by ourselves.

We laugh and cry for a while, and then we can't get rid of our tangled emotions.

Over time, it slowly settled in the bottom of my heart and became a carved landscape. Years of plunder

Took away our faces, but left our own stories. Some stories just brake.

That period of youth, however, crossed the heart river of the years and merged into the blood. In the hope of time,

Smiles, moved tears, after many years, we stopped and looked back, but still moved.

Continue to linger, no regrets.

There is always a lonely journey for a while, and there may be a lot to say, but it is not clear.

What Chu should say and to whom. Maybe you will be inexplicably lost and do something abnormal.

Prove your existence with actions. May be like loneliness, accustomed to silently bear everything.

. In fact, life is not lonely, just shrouded in some kind of shadow, suddenly

Only care about each pair of our eyes. The four seasons flow, and different scenery has no effect on life.

Private foil, it turns out that every concern comes from silent feelings. It's a long journey. Take care.

, a thousand words moved. A sokcho, a wild flower and a dead leaf all show life.

The weight of life. Life is not sad, open your tight skirt and open your heart to the sunshine.

Embrace every warm-hearted scenery, the heat will run through the blood of the whole body, and life will be very fulfilling.

warmth

A person listens to a song quietly, tastes a cup of tea and stretches in the ethereal and elegant melody.

All the troubles, put aside the indifference of human feelings, and let go of all the heartache with a verse. at that time

The light swept the bun, danced lightly, shook off the dust and rain, and all the joys and sorrows were there.

Nothing has nothing to do with me. Let the quiet heart, with the attitude of a wild chrysanthemum flower, keep a faint silence. let

Time flies at your fingertips, not mentioning the past, not mentioning joys and sorrows.

Time is like a beating note, passing through the mottled season and playing the charter of time.

Write the song of life. Precipitate your thoughts in silence and listen carefully.

A soft music, let the melody penetrate the soul and blend into the blood. Don't think about anything, everything.

Disturbance is peeling off, the years seem to be still, and time is frozen at this moment. The heart flies with the melody,

Traveling in space, crossing the dreamland of no self, no struggle, no desire and no rope. Close your eyes.

Eyes, feel the heartbeat and breathing, drunk. My mind was instantly enlarged, I contained myself, I contained myself.

World, let go of complexity. A river flows through, into life, through dust and wading through.

Years, gently, gently flowing.

Open the faded smog, face the morning sun, open your arms and embrace a ray of warmth. step on

When you enter a new place, you will like green everywhere. Take a drop of morning dew to taste its sweetness, and the wild flowers spit lightly.

Yan Ruirui low eyebrow smile, Liu Chi gently waving her clothes. The green grass treads on the waves with the wind, and when the wind passes, it stops the silence.

A cold person. The flowing water of the small bridge is still clear, overlooking the mountains and looking at the clouds.

The shyness of distant mountains, listening to birds playing in clouds and water. Let time flow through your fingers and everything will be fine.

Do something, pick up a warm-hearted person and keep safe.

Stepping on the cycle of ice and snow, taking off the coolness of the old days, smelling the breath of spring, sowing grains.

The seed of happiness, bred with warmth, makes it full of warmth, and no longer laughs at life when the wind blows.

A trip to the moon. On lonely days, pick up a ray of sunshine and walk with warmth. Travel in a hurry

Hurriedly holding a touch, all the way to treasure. The value of life lies in persistence.

The wind and rain are still fragrant, and the perfection of life is to watch the afterglow of the sunset hand in hand with each other, and