2021-04-14 22:28:43 from today

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I want to tell you that love is not cherished when you have time.

fssxnw.cnHappiness meanders along the way in love, drunk sunrise also drunk sunset.There are always some people in life to remember. My little melancholy comes from my love for you.

Life is really like a play. Everyone plays different roles in front of different people. Zhang Youyi raised Xu Zhimo without regret, but Xu Zhimo regarded her as a grain of dust walking around, without any affection. For Lin Huiyin, a beautiful woman like a butterfly, he can write countless sincere poems for her and is willing to be a plant beside his skirt. It's a mistake not to love together. It's also a mistake to love too much together.Many times you will never understand how much I care about what you give me.The departure of Nalan Rongruo, a generation of CI poets, is just another tomb outside the wilderness. But the vast sky has recovered a star; the boundless sea has recovered a fish; the lush forest has recovered a tree; the vast world has recovered a grain of dust.

I can't see my lonely figure begin to devour your soul.I don't want to pay attention to how much time has passed in a hurry. I just let my thoughts wander and drift in my memory. Miss your lonely night swept the whole body, that a thick touch of sadness, imitation of Buddha's heart.

Moving is the sincerity of a friend, remember is the true feelings of a friend, the transmission is eternal blessing, leaving a pure concern for a friend, I wish you happy, happy!

fssxnw.cnWhat kind of a fallen leaf in a hurry makes death so bright and calm. It's said that time is like a dream. I'm used to seeing the autumn moon and spring breeze. My life story is the same, but I can't give up a beautiful meeting after all. The past is like a silent autumn red water, and time is just a plum blossom. Even if the water is exhausted, the mountain is poor, and the leaves are empty, the old years can still be graceful. Even though the years are hazy, we can still find the traces of the past.Black birds flied across the sky. I'm standing in the city. Watch time burn to ashes. Whoosh, whoosh.

The setting sun receded.I can only catch a glimpse of you, but I can see a kind of plain and far-reaching attitude towards life. I'm not dominated by all things. I'm only at ease outside of Zhuo Zhuo. Cicadas slough away and drag me down. I just want to hold the bright moon and end up long. By the river, a coir tree and a strip of tobacco.

Waiting is not because that person will come back, but because there is still love.There is nothing in the world that can't be done. It depends on whether you want to do it or not.