The breeze of transit, with thick of autumn drives will split its unopened, autumn laugh doll face, leaves, branches falling slowly covered the whole road not spacious, occasionally 32 leaf naughty dancing called farewell dance, the blink of an eye, then with pale forehead sorrow.
The day after the rain, always with a slightly damp, the sky after the rain with different fresh air, a person walking alone on the road in the deciduous leaves paved the way, listening to the rustling sound, everything seems to be quiet, here can feel every single breath and the sound of water droplets of low noise, everything here is so quiet as it is not true, even if it is not true, is not willing to break the hearts of this moment of quiet, here I just want to see a Changan.
Light holding the flowers in full bloom, find a secluded place, smelling the flowers inclined shallow, towering trees, in the hands of the flowers scattered in the trees beside the body is dry, soft grass, the kind of comfort can not help but want to let people fall asleep quickly.
1 picked up a hand, found that leaves clear lines, so it is kind of like nature itself, the pen can outline this clear all the minor details, we this bustling world with the subtle world what is the subtle relationship.
Withered vine, old tree, crow, the sunset quietly reflected by the wheel will not hidden hidden red, in such a warm and quiet environment, should understand sometimes for a long time did not understand, and not good enough for us, we just don't want to look ahead, we will only be in the a closed world, in the same place, always in self pity
We give ourselves to their cause too many shackles is gradually growing, and finally to oneself cannot bear, had to shrink in a world, linger alive
We always force ourselves, always in their own world covered with a layer of gauze, can not see the road ahead of their own, always in a circle of rotation......
Smart people, it is very stupid, there is time for a wise man rather than a fool to live freely, live happily, we are the envy of others in every hour and moment, but how also refused to own a clear world and life, stubborn that confused the world alive suffering.
Some people, some things, the scattered on the loose, after all, the world is not scattered banquet, or that the separation, this time the disappointment and defeat, are for the next time the most beautiful meet.
Rather than just trapped in memories, rather than look up at the sky, hang Mou three two months and a koi, often accompanied by sleep machines, Huachuan
The white light over the gap, the tuber of pinellia, in fact, life is transient, and embarrass yourself, rather than do a hand book, read by the melody of elegant people, to flower deep for pinellia.
Whose shallow summer has rendered fleeting time
Out of the window, osmanthus fragrant floating, Indus sparse swaying, autumn dew fall on like summer flowers, everything seems so suiran. Time flies, the vicissitudes of time, time is like a fleeting show from the fingertips rushing stream, leaving only a hasty and dazed. In the noisy world, alone in a cabin, even if there are too many around the complex, as long as in the heart of the species, harvest will be a cool and quiet. Total love alone by the window and looked out of the window of the scene, still a laurel tree flowers, tree leaves and yellow litter, everywhere is falling petals and leaves, with the wind dance, the street is still a pedestrian, occasionally, the distant hills, still towering and magnificent, watching the sky cirrus clouds changing all the time, the concept of leisure Shu, in front of the flower leaves. Back the tide of thoughts, turned around, picked up the cup, a cup of tea, the heart of the complex grounding; affectionate memories of a past, picking up the missing time; holding a book, read a paragraph of text, buried in the depths of time and read the tender.
Fleeting words, years of sorrow. How many moods had hidden in the time of reflection, many frivolous dream buried in the depths of the time. Pick up a simple heart, light on life angle, at the time of the wind gently blowing from the side, so ruthless, took away most of the time, the vicissitudes of life of youth, but those of the past experience and the struggle over the past, those time disseminated feelings, those years we dream the hard work of the warm blooded youth, always in the memories of the years, bright, the fragrance of life.
Smell the flowers and listen to the breeze. Countless heart melancholy, like the flying summer grass fireflies, twinkling faint light, at the time of the wind into a tree, swaying flowers, fragrant flower sweet, beautiful as Yibao bud, in the silence of the night blooming dream. In the star like dot the night, who has worked with stars on the language; in full of flower season, who has worked with the tree with flowers and dancing, drinking poetry, happy life, "drinking trees, poems since two" is the most beautiful realm of interpretation; in each period of life, light language "when the wine song, life geometry", toast and heart shallowly.
The depths of time, waiting time; shallow summer not sorrow, when Ann? Open the dusty book page, see the graceful words, reading a beautiful words, stroking the pages of the vicissitudes of the silhouette, taste not fleeting evanescent pain in life, thought and thought, who is in the dappled corner, around the time of sorrow, etc. under the light of the arrival of the summer; who is in his moment of the review, the once beautiful. Time through who fingertips, leaving a faint sadness; who left write poem, the interpretation of the different kind of life. A fleeting dream song by watching the sky bright fireworks bloom full moon, fall into a blue arc, whirling in the eyes; the concept of a tree in the garden of flowers, finally only flowers abortion. With flowers, still intoxicating heart, leaving a sad vicissitudes whose silhouette. In the day time, frost lament, skim not overflowing warmth, cold fingertips, catch fine time, back to shore, never found that when such a long time, miss a mottled in North Desert Ziwei flowers, but wasted the life of spring and summer.
Memories such as fireworks moment, although the outcome of beautiful but full of glory, fall wind kite send who the first time, the sky, who lingers on the back, to see the fleeting time passing, the past is always so beautiful. When passing, can like flies, light time, until suddenly, there were little memories, time is given to Qingyuan's beautiful, melancholy tone, is far not touch of sadness, such as cloud solitary, only looking at the horizon distance.
A rendering of the fleeting, shallow summer, with a sad.
Ask, whose shallow summer has rendered fleeting time?
Marry if you can!
When we were young, it was very easy to be moved by "we love each other", and we experienced some things slowly, and somehow kept a secret about how to love each other. Now, if a couple decides to be together, I'd rather hear them say with confidence, "we're really together.".
Marry if you can, not long ago, when you meet a college student. He used to love my roommate so much that they broke up even after graduation, but they broke up. Can not help but ask the reason for breaking up, but he also frankly, bluntly, two people together inappropriate. Now his wife is a clerk, typically as an understanding wife and loving mother. Now he is successful, but she is willing to be a supporting actor. I really can't imagine my roommate, a woman who is equally successful now, who can give up her pursuit for a man.
In love, the most important Freemasonry, and marriage is the test of compatibility. Two equally high quality parts, not on a machine, admire each other, put on a machine to run, but often you knock me, I touched you.
A marriage without love is risky. However, if you think you can marry only if you love it, I'm afraid it's more risky. "If that is right to get married, this is mothers daughter's attitude towards marriage. She didn't say "love" and said it was not because of the word "love", she said "no", but the mothers who had gone through a long marriage, no longer the love but the right thing.
Alexandre Dumas said, "quarrel and hurt are the means of testing love."." Everyone who has loved deeply should know that when you love someone deeply, you can't stand the light. Gesanciwu trouble, let the mood in the valley. The pain that struggles from the bottom is the best proof of love.
Love half alive lover, in the eyes of older people, mostly for marriage, the so-called "love deep". Or just a love marathon, first run to the right place, and then talk about marriage.
The so-called fit, represents a relatively comfortable state. It is possible for comfort to make habit, for habit makes dull. No three days, a noisy, two days of trouble, there will be no love and hate engraved on my heart. It is based on the premise that the two can tolerate and complement each other in character. Unreasonable love is the most beautiful and reasonable marriage is the longest. Marriage is the most serious wear and tear of love, love sublimation, or the establishment of affection, in short, is nothing to do with love.
With the intensification of running in, love is deliberately ignored, the character of disharmony will become increasingly evident. Love is very common, but the marriage is very harmonious "differences", only learn from each other, in order to avoid the run was badly bruised from flogging.
And those who let us romantic yuxianyusi melancholy people, people, people, people amorous cool, and their love for most women, but not for marriage and most women. If you are not Ono Yoko, never expect to be able to subdue John Lennon.
"I don't think you fit together."." When there are relatives and friends so assess your relationship, don't laugh. As you may think, where we are not suitable, can be overcome, or difficult to overcome, is the illusion of others, or fruit?. Women, of course, are rational. The less they are, the happier they are. It's more fun to be in love all the time. The question is, who can you talk to for a lifetime?