Life is soft and time is light

Life is soft and time is light

Early in the morning, an orange sun rose from the horizon and painted the earth shrouded in dense fog

There was a layer of glow. Although it was winter, the thick white frost covered the grass, field stacks, vegetables, fields and fields. however

And the yellow light dispelled the fog barrier and the frosty morning, especially the creatures who have lived in the cave for a long time

The gathered blood is active again.

It was a cold winter for some time, and with the bright light, I almost came home

Every household is scrambling to wash clothes, rub sheets, turn and dry bedding. The sun has a taste. At night, I lie in the purple

In the quilt exposed to the outside, the tulips are strong, and even the dreams are so sweet.

As time goes by, it is in a hurry like running water. The years at the fingertips have gradually become thin and curved. Sitting in the light

Deep in the shade, twist a flap of heart fragrance, turn over and look at the Qingxi left by the passage of time.

The road we have traveled,

The emotion left behind slowly opened a beautiful flower in the heart, enriched the time, and enchanted the faint fragrance. Fleeting years

Some people are in a deep mood, lost, lost, and floating,

There are always some plain thoughts, such as shadows; There are always some feelings in mind.

Years are a pot of aged wine,

The more you walk in the depths of time, the more you will find that in the years, there are not only mountains and rivers, coir grass, but also hidden

The subtle tranquility is good, which contains a touch of Qinghuan.

The perfection of life lies in the journey and wind and frost

Continue to mature, wait for the prosperity to be exhausted, the heart is simple, tranquil and Enron.

Can not be depressed, because there are responsibilities; Heart, can not be cold, because there are friends; Love, can't

Despair, because there are relatives; Life cannot be despised, because there are parents; Tears, can not light flow, because

And self-esteem; Love, can not be persistent, because there is pain; Fate, can not be forced, because there are discrete;

Bitter, can not talk, because there is self; Injury, can not reveal, because there are scars; No, No

Maybe, because there is an afterlife; Life is simple; Life, health is good; Life, come on

Just have fun.

In one's life, there are always some unforgettable complex. The vicissitudes of the world, people

The sophistication of the world in love, the joys and sorrows of the world, and the ups and downs of life. The complex of giving up is difficult

To give up.

Fleeting time is a song without words.

It always flows in my heart. That person always cares about those things

Forget. And maybe those emotions are always hard to give up.

The missed scenery is always hard to forget. The meeting and interleaving in life are unforgettable. Time,

Just between reading and not reading, the heart is on the road, half bright and half sad. Some feelings, though

However, it is short, but it has gone through the heart; Some people are close at hand, but they have no chance in their life.

Always think, don't think again

Since then, I will no longer be infected with Acacia; I always think that if I stop reading, there will be no more sadness; I always thought that I couldn't let go of everything,

But will turn away when tears fall, or a casual turn is permanent.

These past events will be hidden in my heart. These past events will be collected in dust.

I will no longer ask whether the water is merciless or falling

Flower has no intention and no longer insists on looking for the horizon with you.

May all thoughts be turned into deep blessings; You must be happier than me. If love meets, remember it

But enough. How much time can be used to wait, how many people are worth looking back, and slowly you will find that you have always been persistent

If you think about something, it will fade; The people who always care about scatter as they walk.

Who can keep a heart,

Until forever, who is willing to hold a hand, walk through the vicissitudes of life, and write about too many romantic and snowy nights; I've heard too many days

For a long time, a place in the years is waning and can no longer be picked up. There is a kind of encounter called deep love and shallow edge; One

One outcome is the end of the song.

Love, pain, cry, laugh, then borrow a sunny sky, embrace the sunshine and continue to be strong. Put it down

Next, cherish what you have, laugh it off and live safely.

A brush dipped in rouge, let you spend time

How to paint in the mirror can not describe the original taste. No matter how beautiful the previous scenery was, it was just the past.

There is only the past that cannot be returned, and there is no endless present. The wound is drawn in the bottom of my heart.

If the pain is over, it will eventually cocoon,

In fact, each of us is stronger than we thought. The flower tea in the hand is lonely and silent, leaving only the residual temperature of one hand,

After the experience, I think of those songs that I have sung before, still floating in my heart;

People who have loved before, but never again

Don't mention hate. When you encounter it, don't ask whether it's fate or robbery. If you love, don't ask whether it's deep or shallow. If you cherish it, it's forever.

Leave a path of light fragrance in your heart for each other. If you remember, it will be warm.