巷的風(fēng),淡入了畫,巷的夢(mèng),寫入了詩,輕輕走過,無意瞥一眼驚鴻的顏色,
喜歡看你的身影隨我遠(yuǎn)去,目光牽著你的笑,飛灑的柳絮勾勒你的輪廓,在茫茫煙波中,你留下殘紅染了梅花,
In the vast waves of smoke, you leave the residual red dyed plum,In the misty clouds, the wild crane carries your figure, only in the lane.
放空的心,是最好的禮物;獨(dú)走的路,是最美的風(fēng)景。時(shí)間就像流水。
你永遠(yuǎn)無法觸摸同樣的流水兩次,因?yàn)橐呀?jīng)流逝的流水不會(huì)再來,享受生命的每一個(gè)當(dāng)下。得到的與失去的,遇到的與錯(cuò)過的!一切都充滿意義又毫無意義。
People's life, like the sea running, life that is to let you continue to meet, get and lose, encounter and miss!
遠(yuǎn)處的云霧輕拂過黛山,橘黃日落點(diǎn)綴其間,有風(fēng)經(jīng)過,停在窗邊,這些美好的事物通通向我奔來,囑咐我要熱愛這個(gè)世界。
我曾見過群山萬眾,后遇你眉眼,便覺山河少了一抹春色,說起來雖然夸張但我仍然覺得你的眼里,最適合躺著星河。
Collect the clouds at sunset for you, collect the clear sky after the rain for you, you are most familiar with the matter of liking you.
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