In the stillness of the night, choose a corner of quiet, enjoy the beauty of a curved month, accompanied by a single lamp, sipping a cup of tea, listening to a piece of piano music, carrying on a book, light reading life
You beauty.
As a return, the years old, only when the old age spent similar, each year is different. Looking back, to find that people live is a state of mind. Poor or rich, rich or poor, it is not worth mentioning. All the things that have gone through the past, have nothing to do, but never go back......
Think carefully, whether yesterday, today, tomorrow, if able to tan Ran Ran, that is a beautiful day; no matter who met too many grievances, by how much pain, if we persist, if we choose to face, that is for their responsibilities; no matter how family, friendship, love, and the world changes to select the value, is the feeling of a kind of pleasure, a very clever beauty
You beauty.
Life is like a poem, elegant and tranquil life poem, drunk rain.
Yesterday's decadent desolate and growth, faint small garden, the insect light Ming, arouse the hearts of thousands of emotion, perhaps, this is the hint of the ancient poet heart broken hearted! Lonely, but it is a kind of happiness. At this moment, no one disturb, only my heart, chongming. Quiet night, we made a song without words.
Like "life if only such as signs that a sorrow and mourning cool; memory in the darkness of our tomb with what hope and his strange predestined relationship will be affectionate and look forward to the more difficult period"; "thin as snuff another night" is really sad sad. Do not know when, gradually like Nalan word, like a mint as his general hint of sadness. I also brought his wisps of sorrowful, read books, over time
You beauty.
I used to have a look at the text, write text, text, perhaps, also became a kind of interest and pleasure. Time is long, and also gave birth to a little bit of greed and obsession. Just a long way to go, Xiao Xiao. Although there is no moon drink, although no wine, but in this I have found a small plot of land, a quiet side.
Send an idea to the earth with a tranquil, sent to cloud with a warm and full communion, find the divine nature. Xiaoxiao, Tan Chengcheng, so understanding and harmony, not my unrequited love. But, I also in this broad broad understanding, access to the a rare ethereal.
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