Bosom friends are like flowers, and the other shore is the end of the world.

In the mournful rain and cold wind, how many flowers are like a dream and how many tears are hazy, has become a promise in the wind. The sound is like this, the clear song is full of clouds, the shadow of the flowers, if the ethereal sadness, refers to the vows of heaven and earth are pale and powerless after all. The years are very cold, fleeting, the mountains and rivers find a bosom friend, sigh: if you want to pay Yaoqin, there are few bosom friends, who will listen to the string break?

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Looking at Yue Fei's "Little heavy Mountain, it was chilly last night", I always sighed sadly in these poems, as if the air was dull again. The feeling of sadness has only increased, and the open book is related to the uneasy mood in recent days, and some changes have made me very hurt. It's just that every time night falls, the emotional gate is put down countless times, and it is picked up countless times, what can't be put down is the inexplicable mood, for whom do you complain about the words of this season?

The past, why entanglement, why confused? I can't help but spread a piece of plain paper, compose a song far away, and run aground between the lines.

Have you ever remembered? Melancholy dusk accidentally, inadvertently hug each other, agreed Sansheng. If the two love for a long time, how can it be day and night? The yearning of heart and heart is accompanied by silent blessing, which is pure and beautiful without polluting emotion, without earth-shaking cry, but releasing the most beautiful motto.

Speechless moved, rendering is that from this journey of life there are no more regrets, although not close to the fingers, but can feel the same temperature, this is the soul confidant, bitter is also sweet, there is no oath will always be willing! Path vertical and horizontal road, floating between the water and clouds, the journey of life, previous life appointment, this life reunion, passing by is just a moment, but the pain in my heart is a burst.

The sea of people is floating and sinking, dreams are also tossing and turning, crazy, etc., looking forward to, the distant sky is blue, why there is reincarnation in the four seasons, but there is no end to yearning? Presumably a person's life can be considered complete only if he has tasted all the ups and downs. Perhaps the years eroded a love in the heart, the rings wasted the innocence at that time, but you are always my reluctance to give up.

Clear songs on the strings, cold memories, the unspeakable past is just the wind that can not see through, flying is a bitter feeling. Bosom friend in this life, a lifetime of nostalgia, sail shadow gradually far away, a different mood, miss in the water and clouds.

Year-round silence, prosperity to see through the world, endless dance of life, doomed, we can only be on the edge of fate, looking at each other, the heart has been cold, no longer look forward to flowers. In all inadvertently, perhaps all the deliberate, the miracle of life again and again fragrant the desolate heart for a long time. Time, amazing a certain period of time, but also wasted life.

Drizzle silently floated past my eyes, wet my eyes, before the morning light and slight dew, you finally left, my heart, such as stone steps covered with moss, reading in the memory of thorns overgrown with weeds. I feel the pain of life being torn apart, so what if I put it down and can't let it go? The lost years, irresistible, keep warm memories, stay at the post station, will sweep your breath, this is the telepathy that can only be approached by fate. Vaguely, I use simple words to record the smoke of the past, written, love or hate, you can feel.

Today, I will remember that you are my bosom friend forever, because you have accompanied me in the lonely days and months, in the secular world, how many people can interpret the breeze and rain in my words? Only you, always frustrated my sore place, constantly lit the candle of reading, until a little bit of ash, no one can understand me.

Tie the knot in the wind and rain, want to see and miss, miss and nostalgia, living in the world of mortals, stubborn watch, Ren Fenghua old, has been on the other side.

In the dream, the morning wind and the moon, slightly cool, time flies, fleeting years. I can still smell your faint fragrance, it is a fond orchid, a kind of acacia that will never wither in each other's hearts, the fragrance of flowers pervades the window lattice, so that bitterness goes away with the wind, accompanied by the wind and dew, walking with the wind and rain.

Days pass by like epiphyllum flowers, sitting and watching the world of mortals, bitterness and frustration may be bosom flowers, it is intoxicated with all the beauty of the years. Some memories, folded in the bottom of my heart, fade away, the worry of the rising tide of flowers, even if there are regrets, to understand that this is life. Perhaps some fate, can only fall in love with each other, intoxicated with each other, gently twist these whispers into words, sprinkle a thick layer of memories. Later, a lifetime of joy, love such as fireworks, can not bear the leading edge to fall into a dream, wake up to ask, who knows?

If people are just like the first sight, what is it that the autumn wind turns into a sad fan? Once, the clear autumn water Mou son, in the misty willow bank, looking for the so-called missing, only a romantic curtain call, in the memory of the desert, drifting away.

Where are you? Bosom friend the other shore, the other shore Tianya, the dust fate has been empty worry, swallow tears buried sorrow tears in the flow, wake up to know, parting love, month old sorrow, see only Chang'e in the moon, alone on the Acacia tree, lonely and wide sleeves, miserable, only a wry smile, flowers in the mirror, the moon in the water, can not be seen, can not touch, a net of love is deep, people are close to the horizon.

Author: Ai Yufei