Suddenly I found that I should do what I should do, so when I said I wanted to make money safely, I could take many shortcuts, and she would spit out if I earned more. When it's time to rest, watch it and enjoy it quietly. Making money and enjoying life are part of this first sight. More anxiety is to look at the urgent and constant use of the country first. Only wind energy believes that life is beautiful, and this utilization can be beautiful, so he should be optimistic enough.
If there is an afterlife, she will be as rich as a white horse. In a small white country, happiness is natural. She is racist, sadistic and cynical. However, many of her children played with sirrah, Dai and others and lived a quiet and happy life. However, many of them went to visit their son with purple and white. If I were Xiao Bai, I would like to go with my good neighbor. The discussion related to fashion is that if we can hold a large party together, unhappy white people will be happy, raise animals, chat with a small animal, read books and discuss the quality of books. If I were a white horse, I would laugh all night, laughing with her sons, nobles and nobles. It is also the best way to change Sinatra's neutral atmosphere and become a child. The most successful way is to wake up from a deep sleep. good night
Not quietly, watching silently, as for the wind and rain, as for the ups and downs, I only hope that the people I love are happy.
This water has an ancient dream and a family.
Life is like a play, sing praises to who he is. Don't shake the weeping flowers under the red gauze. When the hall is quiet, you can reminisce about the old days, like a silent movie playing. If there is an afterlife, she will be as white as a horse and run on the grassland. Grass on the quiet side. Don't worry about taunting her grades; In vilen, you drink casually. Don't worry about hunting, live in harmony and sleep peacefully to end my quiet life.
If there is an afterlife, I would like to send it as your umbrella to protect you from the severe pain of children. Even if the ground cracks, it only hurts when it hurts. I want you to cry quietly under the umbrella of this afterlife. I want you to plant him by your side when you are kind, and then plant him as a child for the purpose of sunshine.
(4) After we pay back the money, we will be angry for a while, thinking about things, illuminating the moon and ourselves.
I know that our friendship has not been lost, and our destiny is not lonely. I shake down the stars one by one and hide them in your heart, which is better than forgetting to look up when you are lonely. At home, I have my deepest blessing, waiting for the moon and myself. In the final analysis, affection is not a fragrance that is not in the incense burner, but also a way for a family to put a good bottle to hold affection. Some people say that the only thing that is the same as feelings and tastes is self-sufficiency: volatilizing the flowers that are not in the incense burner for me, suddenly blowing up a style and disappearing! You gave it back to me. Can you leave a shadow? And doffer, I can listen to the name of the shadow like a child who likes to go out at night. I'm more interested in pursuing you than pursuing you. I am deeply concerned about the moon and myself, and I always miss it!
Love is nothing, but you must kiss the wind. Love is inexplicable and super clingy. Love wants to see you quietly. Love is that I like you. If there is an afterlife, I would like to turn into sunshine, put aside customs and habits, put aside everything, quietly plant it in the starry sky, care for everything with my warmth and light, and disappear with the image.
Children remember that they are like a river, flowing quietly in the vast space and time. Inappropriately, you don't put the girl who knows you in the self-memory of many children, and the self-memory of those children who come out easily is not as clear as theirs, which shows that this blank that is bound to vent their anger on the West will be blown away, and whether she can vent it when she last saw those teenagers named in time and space is unknown.
There was a moment.
I think I know a lot, but I still act naive. I know I don't belong to myself, but my actions betray my thoughts. The expectation in my heart is still stirring. Even if I just watch your happiness quietly, I will dream and laugh out loud. Because I put you in a very important position in my heart, I thought I had forgotten the sky and put it down. I used to be more unforgettable and energetic than my mother. It can be used as a snack, but the clouds are light and the wind is light, and people talk. But as it turns out, Mount Famen can be seen all over the country, and so can I. It is buried deep in the bottom of my heart, does not take root and sprout, nor does it rot and die. It exists quietly in the ground and will be seen soon.
People who are good at camouflage are the most lonely when they take off their camouflage and grow up. Some Taoists like rain, and they like to think quietly about what can be achieved and remember everything in the rain. They also satirize themselves for the benefit of the real thing, that is, the deep irony in the upper bound. ...
Please don't return the warm heart gold. You only know that people need to go through a complicated life first. You just want to be honest and develop internally. I just hope you can do something with me. It's just a simple time. Just sincerely protect the blessings of his friends. Maybe not to start a family for a long time. If you don't pay back the warm heart gold, you just want to rush our internal development. I am determined to do something for real children from top to bottom. I don't worry about real children from top to bottom until you are upset. I'm tired of my dullness. I'm just worried about making a fortune at my speed. I'm worried that you won't give up your real child from top to bottom. You can only recognize real children from top to bottom if you want. Laughing at Xue is my silent blessing to the big boy. I hope the blessing can be as small and beautiful as you want to laugh at Xue. Maybe it's a little embarrassing for big boys, but it's lonely for big boys. Laugh at Xue. Please send me a message. You can get smaller.
I just want to be quiet, Xiao Ran, and get into the water by myself.
My study method will be mastered by me personally, because it won't happen to Qiu, but I will only be mastered by you personally like my study method. Quietly, for you who are watching the starry sky and the ocean from this place to autumn, you will be personally bound, but you will be personally bound by your eyes, but you will not hide this thing.
If there is an afterlife, things will pass under his little boy's stump. In spring, flowers will bloom, in summer, cicadas will sing, in autumn, fruits will smell, winter and Leng Xue will be touched, and everything will be in the army with a smile. Only when I am honest with him, does she want to have something in our world, and she quietly doesn't show it. The indifferent teacher failed to stare at the war when his folk customs were beneficial to others. That kind of warm eyes, that kind of unknown eyes, only silence, only indifference, only when the wheel engraved the land that others used to be teachers.
Quiet as you are, like some fate, every family will have a result.
As soon as the wind blows, a quiet elk quietly eats the mountain and waits for the flowering season.
Hat, hat, are you waiting for me?
I woke up this morning and found that you live in the west and have no children. Every time I sink back into the boundary, I miss you, but where are my eyes? I searched all over the messy bed, but you didn't show up. I decided to change it, and I will find you. I came to yesterday's heart, I was the first in the west, and I looked down upon it when I was young. The familiar wind shadow lies quietly in my heart. Whenever I learn from him, I am very happy. Hey, hat, when Li Kai jumped up, your back was light and good, but your eyes were useless. When I am like the sky, I don't care about your eyes, but I make my life light and beautiful. Do you know that whenever Li Kai comes to see you, I always use it out and fall in? I don't want to lose you. It's not the first time, but I got it back. Learning by heart is like learning by heart. Every time you throw a mop, the learning in your heart disappears. I think I love you more because I have you on my head, so I can learn from my heart. Lazy lying on the sofa, the sun shines slightly, the breeze blows, and I quietly enjoy the leisure time of being the first.
If there is an afterlife, it will come out as a small city, and it will grow up when it comes out quietly. Eyes are like a four-mile-long tube. The four-mile-long tube will only face vulgar expressions, and half of it will shelter people here. Half of them listened to what adults learned from you in the past; Half cherish beauty and half enjoy noise. Only when you are awake will you feel quiet, and only when you are awake will you feel noisy. I have regretted it since the age of my eyes. I haven't missed it since the age of my eyes.
one person
I am not alone in my heart; Being alone is a kind of enjoyment; A person can say that when 1998 was born in the park, he gave birth to a real child and became a bystander in the park. After watching the joys and sorrows of the world, the joys and sorrows of the characters in the play are as painful as mine; If a person can't get to the next real child, he must be at ease in his own eyes, only knowing that he will embark on the next journey; A person likes it silently and then forgets it. The last person to leave. I just want to say that it's okay to be alone. So, if you laugh at Betty's heart, you must care whether you are lonely today. Don't you think that a person's bright future should be beautiful from the inside out? If you love something, you don't return it, only recognize the important people. It is also great that "if the number of people calls me husband, my porridge can be as warm as someone laughing with me inside." I'm talking loudly. Real children will cry if they are not quiet and have something to do. You are also determined that only people believe that their best state is a person! He stood quietly at the door, and the sun was shining all over his body. Even though he just looked at her silently, he was born with pride, nobility and domineering, and people could not ignore his existence. -sue.
If there is an afterlife, I'd rather not talk about it here. She is full of sadness, she is full of people, she is full of intrigue, she is full of children. Just watch it plant quietly, don't lament. ......
If there is an afterlife, it will only be a short time when you come out, half wandering in the wind, half waiting quietly in the mud, half feeling more brilliant than the rest of your life, and half not thinking about it. No matter how beautiful the children are, they are amazing when they brake. 20-year-old eyes do not rely on them, and 20-year-old eyes do not regret them.
one day
Come to me quietly and ask my heart. I have been waiting for this wonderful moment for a long time, but you still keep me waiting. . . Eager for you to become a star.
I think when I am in the real direction, I can learn from things so as to have a quiet idea, like a small night, like a small gaze, like a small dust, I shine with happiness. I stand under the night sky waiting for you, waiting for you, missing you, missing you. . . Miss your words, miss you quietly at night.
In the quiet night, I think of you quietly. Most forgotten stories have an imperfect ending. Miss you, look at the cold stars scattered in the dark, and look at the extremely long back of the lonely lamp on the street corner. It's you, waiting for me quietly, a gust of wind blowing through the shadow, you are for the debris.
It is painful to miss you, but when I am lonely, it is sweet to miss you, and it is when I am happy.
I miss you so much! When the feeling of heartache across the atrium, I really want to sleep, holding this beautiful expectation, lingering regret.
When I am lonely, I will think of you. I think you are singing and dancing all the way with your jade arm outstretched. I miss you because I want to solve my loneliness, my boredom and anxiety.
I always feel that every night is so calm, but every time I miss you, it hurts so much. I don't know why I always think of you, just like a calm night when the wind blows for no reason.
I didn't miss you, but I thought of you without warning when I heard some lyrics. It seems that the lyrics are written about us. In the silent night, put on headphones and meet you unexpectedly in the music. What songs have we recorded? Those crazy and playful pictures seem to be more energetic with me, and they won't leave for a long time.
By the way, who can impress you, me or you? I love you, I love you; I miss you, I miss you; I am waiting for you, I am waiting for you; I want you, I want you; I carry you, I accompany you; I need you, I need you; I follow you, I am with you.
Accustomed to secretly opening your photo in your mobile phone, our memories are looming; I'm used to waiting for you to hang up the phone before I can sleep silently, because I don't want you to hear the cold grounding sound at the other end; I am used to keeping my mobile phone beside me, because I am afraid of missing one of your thoughts; I'm used to losing track of time for you on my mobile phone for 24 hours, because I'm afraid I won't show up in time when you need me.
Bend down and pick up a leaf. It's not the season of falling leaves. It had to leave the treetops only because of the rain. It wants to go back and continue its short life, but no one can help it. Can only sigh, can only miss.
Time flies, how much happiness and sadness have been taken away, and only memories can't be taken away, which is a faint fragrance in the silence.
Think about the beautiful process that has no beginning or end and stays in the middle.
Memories of the past, dribs and drabs in the fundus gradually blurred.
Finally, as the tears spread, they evaporate together in pores and humid air.
Reach out and let the snow outside the window fall on your palm.
It was cold in an instant, and then it disappeared a little.
Miss you quietly
I am writing a love letter. A long love letter. I wrote to my sweetheart, you are my sweetheart.
You said: Tell me quickly, I'll wait. I said I didn't know how to express myself. I was listening to the confession. Pan Jiali sings: Now I want to confess to you. I just want to grab your gift. I want our real existence every minute, isn't it just right?
Your lack of information these days makes me a little anxious. Really.
I missed you so much that day. Then I suddenly remembered the calf. But at that moment, I almost dared not open the space we shared. Although I just want to see the little girl who makes me happy.
Those words have not been updated for many days. I feel weak every time I want to write something. So I wrote it in my diary. I just entered the space and saw those photos in the album, those photos that once brought us a lot of laughter. I feel so happy to see your notes and recall the laughter at that time. You'll be happy, too, when you think about it,
I leafed through the words I left on word, page after page, all about you. I have never shown it to you, and there is such a long confession. If I show it to you one day, will you be happy to say: what a silly girl. And then what? Hmm. How interesting
It is sunny today. It's you, Lan and Yun Lazy. I miss you again.
I'm fine. No noise, no noise. Miss you quietly.
Honey, you must be very happy.
Talking about listening to the rain quietly
After the glitz, quietly listening to the rain, the world is too noisy and has deviated from itself. It is detached in silence, not often submerged, inadvertently touched, knowing that winter is often accompanied in the heart, even in hot summer, falling snowflakes will paint a sad scene.
Do you have a song that belongs to me? On a street corner, in a dusty loudspeaker, will a familiar melody be inadvertently introduced to your ears, which will wake up a sleeping past like an electric shock and remind you of me who has been hiding in the corner of memory? On a rainy night, quietly listening to the sound of rain, can you find that raindrops are very similar to the folk songs I taught you, telling a deja vu story? The vague shadow is reflected on the French window. Is there my smiling face?
Listening to the rain alone, the heart is not alone.
Listen to the rain quietly, just like the wind is talking and the clouds are floating! Thank god for giving me a trip on earth; Let me see green mountains and green waters, see butterflies dancing; Thank god for giving me a wonderful encounter, which made my originally mediocre life a little glorious; Fate comes like the wind, and fate goes in a hurry. Meeting and parting is fate? Then the fate is deep and the fate is shallow. Looking back 500 times in previous lives, I brushed it in this life. How can I interpret this true feeling? Only cherish, cherish!
I have a wish, holding a book in my hand, to sit quietly in a place where there is no crowd noise, listening to the rain outside the window and reading quietly.
It is customary to define rain as God is crying for me. I am used to thinking and remembering quietly in the rain. Accustomed to countless sleepless nights, holding my knees and listening to the rain.
Tonight, the drizzle is like silk, and the wind gently blows the curtains, whispering cool dreams. I forgot to sleep in this gentle rain. Open some beautiful words, let go of all the noisy emotions, just want to listen to the rain quietly.
On rainy days, the most pleasant thing is to hide in the corner of the library, read quietly and listen to the sound of rain.
Like a person quietly listening to the rain, listening to the gentle and delicate notes dancing on the windowsill. It was a rainy season, and I leaned against the window and looked at the chrysanthemums soaked in the rain, feeling sad alone.
When I was a child, I liked to run in the rain. When I grow up, I always hide and listen to the rain quietly.
The falling rain keeps falling, washing away the noise of the world and the dust of the soul. A person sits quietly listening to the rain, and the world seems to be still, leaving only the sound of rain.
I stopped trying to find you. The escaped soul can't go back to that old site. The harmonious melody of the harp can only be heard in dreams in the dead of night. Now, just leaning against an idle window, stranded all thoughts, just quietly listening to the rain.
Before: Tick-tock, rain falls on the window. I sat by the window, quietly listening to the rain. I like rain, and so do you, because rain brings the breath of nature ... We sit together and listen to the sound of rain quietly. ...
On a quiet night, it suddenly began to rain. I seem to see the dense fog at night, smell the fragrance of fragrant rice and hear the frogs in the distance. Quiet night, quiet sleep, back to a long dream.
Just this kind of sound, I will be quiet, and feel that sitting around in rainy days and listening to the rain quietly in my lost leisure thoughts is a pastime in fast-paced life and a luxury leisure.
For the first time in many years, I can hear the sound of raindrops falling in the silent night, ticking and so on, quietly, quietly.
I like lying quietly in the world of music, listening to the wind, the rain and the sound of falling flowers.
The night is already deep, and the other party is speechless. Listening to the dripping rain on the eaves, do you think of me gently tonight? Are you as speechless as I am, listening to the sound of rain beating on the window? At this moment, miss will also take advantage of the virtual, that kind of feeling can't help, can you understand? My tenderness is only for you. Even if I walk to the dust with my head down, it is my true feelings for you.
Like a person quietly listening to the rain, listening to the gentle and delicate notes dancing on the windowsill.
Quietly, listen, rain, wind, heartbeat.