A bunch of rose Magnolia with evergreen leaves sprinkled with stars.
mubeibi.cnThe end is to start, goodbye is to meet the sunset is to sunrise. Who am I supposed to show up for? For yourself or for others?If we are all children, we can stay in the same place of time and sit together, listening to those stories that never grow old while slowly Haoshou.
A look at the peach blossom from leisurely several heavy rain across the Castle Peak, not enough to see the dawn fog scattered light red drunk Luochuan. In February, the peach blossom is near the water to see the stream. The green silk twists and turns around the fingers, and the floating life dream is endless. Sansheng peach blossoms are painted into a fan of drizzle. People can't sing the song of Acacia alone. Four sighs the peach blossom enters the dream, cold several nights, the blue lamp burns for you.Time is like water, things are like stars, and many people are going their separate ways. And fate is a magical river, we paddle oars floating in it, heading in their respective directions. There is no agreement in the future, but one day it will happen. It's like a period of the past, a long-standing opera, an ancient book. By the five flavors of fireworks, by the joys and sorrows of the cold and warm world washing, there is still a kind of peace inI'll miss my childhood. I don't know what it's like. I don't have to be responsible. I won't be heartbroken for others. I don't know what it's like.
Keep your mouth in groups and your heart in solitude. Self cultivation should be based on pure heart, and careful speech should be the first.My heart is full of sunshine, and my pure heart is like a drop of water. No matter how misty and rainy the outside world is, I'll clear myself. That drop of water without pollution is a kind of spirit and a kind of faith, which makes this drop of water always clear and pure.
You have to do what others don't want to do today so that you can have what others can't have tomorrow.
mubeibi.cnGive me an old time to sit alone under the green moss growing wooden window and make a pot of leisure tea. No matter when the flying swallow can return home. Don't ask where the boat will exile to. I don't want to think about how much of those years are true and how much is false. If I can, I just want to be a plum blossom left over from the world, guarding the lonely years, watching the sunset with someone at the old ferry.What I want to meet you most is the warm scenery.
I pray for a transparent heartThere is no Chino in the clear sky, only Kabu.
Four seasons are good if you're here. It's a beautiful scenery without saying a word.You are not willing to make yourself happy, how to make yourself sad
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