Love is often just in a moment, and there will be a million possibilities, so as long as you move forward, one choice, and one decision brings countless possibilities, but you can't know what the result is, and you can't change anything. It's a happy thing for two people to fall in love, and it's a loneliness and helplessness, pain and torture, but you can't forget each other, it's a torture, a look of hardship and hardship. Do you know?,&1t;/p>

But love is a torture, an indescribable feeling. Jiang Hongyan had an indescribable feeling in her heart at this time. With Huang San's undescribable years, she didn't know what would happen in the end, but she knew that she could not leave it. This was a kind of suffering. However, he didn't know whether Huang San was because of Zhang Xiaoxi or because of why he had been maintaining an indescribable relationship with him. Gradually, Jiang Hongyan shed tears of indescribable tears.&1t;/p>

Freedom knows the meaning contained in tears. At this time, no one is by Jiang Hongyan. At this time, Jiang Hongyan cried out the sufferings over the years. It is really not easy for a woman. It is really not easy. Although they are together now, there is still a sense of estrangement. This feeling makes you unable to explain it clearly, but you don’t know what to do, so you only cry silently, and it feels distressing to see people.&1t;/p>

Naturally, countless people want to get close to beautiful women, but they often cannot get close to them. In such a huge world, it seems that they are the only ones, as if they have been abandoned by the whole world, and they don’t know what to do. Perhaps when they are most powerless, there is no right or wrong in love, and there is only one who is willing or unwilling to do so. How can you not do it? If the other party cares about you, you can be a little valuable. If the other party cares about you, you are just a slag, a complete slag.&1t;/p>

On the other side, Erha found a round thing, something similar to the dragon ball, radiating light. Erha looked carefully and looked very familiar, but he couldn't remember it. The dragon ball that he used to be so dark was always there. Huang San never returned the Erha dragon ball when he first saw Erha, or he had forgotten it, and Erha didn't ask Huang San to get it back.&1t;/p>

Jiang Hongyan sat in front of the mirror, and seemed to be desperate. She didn't know what she was thinking about. Maybe she didn't think about anything, maybe she was in a lot of threads, maybe she was hurting herself!&1t;/p>

The gardenia has not yet faded, and the shadows of the green leaves are not so fine. The broken reflection of the lotus leaves still stands by the quiet river. The wind is lightly passing by, the thoughts are very quiet, the mind is very light, not worry or make noise, not cry or cry, quietly enjoying the slight coolness and silence given by the night wind.&1t;/p>

The years are dyed with ink, and the fingertips are left with sorrow. No matter whether the time is cool or silent, I will always go back to the past sweetness in every maple season or the moment when the flowers bloom.&1t;/p>

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The years are dyed in the ink, and the fingertips are sad. No matter whether the memories are silent or sad, I will think of some old sentences in the quiet time, and then look back at you, smiling slightly&1t;/p>

The years are dyed with ink, and the sorrow is left at the fingertips, and no longer waiting for the green indians on the other side. Is the water on this side green like a painting and sunny? I think I will always pass the lintel of the years again in those lost years, looking at each other, forgetting each other.&1t;/p>

Too much passing will become betrayal in life, too many vicissitudes will turn into human desolation, but like the clear autumn in the forest, the fish in the water, the vastness in the grassland, everything will become nothing. Only the most valuable thing for humans is tears, but there are still deceptions, and all this will be repaid with sad tears. If all people are equal, without deception, without temptation, perhaps too many helpless people will not be sad alone, but how many people know who the hidden sadness will be? All these metaphors can only cover up a layer of slight desolation.&1t;/p>

How many months of birds are singing sadly, how many birds fly out of the jungle and don’t miss home, how many birds feel sad in their forests, not many people understand the melancholy, and sometimes they cannot express the sadness in words, and can only listen to the trembling breathing sounds as Qusang. The sadness is as rampant as a killer, and it gives desolation without realizing it. Perhaps it was just found by oneself, but it is not an excuse.&1t;/p>

I always wonder how we got separated and how we forgot, loving the world, loving the world, sometimes the quiet time always comes with a faint sadness, sometimes the quiet smile always comes with a shallow sadness, sometimes the beautiful scenery is always quietly lonely, sometimes, I feel that everything in this world has nothing to do with me, I hold the audience's mood to be cold, but I didn't expect that I was also in it, wet my mood and felt sad for an ending.&1t;/p>

The passing years, crushing through the dust, and there is a thought in the wind. If time allows, we will not say eternity, not say goodbye, but just wish to meet you all the time. You are in my heart and eyebrows, and I am in your eyes. I lean on the window to listen to the rain, and drink tea under the flowers. Talking about time in detail, counting the light and shade, I warm a cup of white tea, you take a drop of nectar, and just keep talking, see you, letting time grow old.&1t;/p>

Thinking about it, perhaps it is the distance scattered around the world, perhaps it is the drizzle that happened by chance in front of the window, or perhaps it is the poem filled in casually, the only clarity is that no matter calm, trivial, or joyful, all the emotions are related to you. The words follow the gaps between the growth of plants and trees, write in the silence of the breeze and the bright moon, write in the joy of the path with fragrance of flowers, write in the bright longing, just write in the little bits and pieces, if one day recalls it shall be the Zen engraved on the years. Time is like a page of old sentences, like a yellowed story, or like a season of smoky and rainy flowers in the south of the Yangtze River, the love entangled in the deep memories is the gentleness that is always close to day and night, and the warmth that never fades.&1t;/p>

Everyone is looking for their own comfort in life. Even though they know it is fake and illusory, they must believe that it is because they lack reasons to deceive themselves, lack this pleasure and comfort in their hearts, but they are also looking for desires. When desires cannot satisfy their needs, they may let go of their current desires and look for greater desires. Many things cannot be satisfied, but they should not think about many things, and they do not want to have them, and even if they do not get them, they will not feel heartbroken.&1t;/p>

The clouds emerge, the heart is impetuous. If you take it lightly, you can live and die, only seek hope, and your ambition is erased. How can the world be? People must have ambition, which is controlled by the heart. The demon in the heart can only control it. They can only let go, and they can only escape, but they are difficult to face it. This is the truth. If you don’t look at the dirt, your heart is pure. Living is like a dream, and death is like a truth. Truth is an empty mirror, emptiness is a fairyland, and space illusion.&1t;/p>
Chapter completed!