光陰似淡煙流水,劃過心湖激起片片漣漪,那圈圈點點之間卻尋不到屬於我的念想。無數的靜謐時刻,心事莫名悲傷,蜷縮在無人的角落,懷念著那些相守的歲月。

如果有一天,命運已成定局,一個轉身的回眸間一切繁華都已毀滅,那麼,還有什麼值得珍惜?常常對著鏡子自語:愛情走了,靜靜的,一反來時的猛烈,就那樣默默地、無聲息地走了,沒有留下絲毫痕跡。像平靜而無風的湖,淡淡的,沒有漣漪,甚至魚兒都不曾在此嬉戲,又能夠抓住些什麼呢?

平靜一下心情,也許只是想要把積累的憂傷的情緒發洩出來罷了,根本不需要人的安慰。我所能做的,只是靜靜地聽一首憂傷的歌曲就可以了,憂傷的旋律讓我很是喜歡。幾行淺字溫暖不了心底的寒冷,窗外細雨飄飛,柔柔嫋嫋,水霧繚繞中,我看不清自己的臉。今夜的我,莫名的惆悵,莫名的恐懼,抓不住,逃不離……

往事像落花一樣,隨水飄零,不知道流向哪裡,也不知道哪裡是歸宿。被一首歌勾起了過往的沉澱,這一刻愁腸百轉,或許生命應該給我多點時間空曠,讓我細細的品嘗音樂,細數流年。是誰的細語呢喃,在耳邊,輕輕回蕩;是誰的誓言不變,穿越了,歲月滄桑。是誰的情牽百年,用一生,無悔傳唱。

這秋日裡的淒涼,把寂寞變得更加凸顯,把人心裡的悲傷挑露得無處可藏,如同潰爛的傷口,遺出來的血,不能停止。人有些不快樂,心情總是很低落,會在不同的地方莫名的落淚,卻想不起這是為什麼。

茫茫人海,那個拐彎的路口,偏偏與你相遇,不得不相信,遇見你,是前生寫下的緣,一切是那麼的自然。不知不覺中你已經藏在我心靈最深處。我從此多了份盼望,烙守一份等待,一份期盼。一個淺淺地夢幻,一份淡淡地思念。執手問候,相視默契,你讀懂我心中的思緒,你是我生命中最深的念。和你一起,真的願意時間就此停止,凝結成歲月的一塊瑚珀。

人生就是這樣,很多事我們無法控制,一生要面對很多離別。此時,想起你,心還會隱隱作痛,曾經幻想過,你的世界還有我,開花結果,只是事過境遷,愛情不再新鮮,我們也就分道揚鑣,雙方都不再存在在對方的世界,想起你,心會痛,會遺憾,卻不想挽回。

冰封所有的永遠,卻剪不斷對你的眷戀。不是心裡只有你,而是心裡裝著你,就再也裝不進去別人。一個人的寂寞兩個人的錯,並不是因為寂寞才想你,而是想你才讓我更寂寞。這輩子眼裡不只有你存在,而是現在眼裡只有你存在。牽了你的手,就不曾牽過別人的手。手心裡的余溫,是今生唯一的溫暖。時間會淡化感情,生生麻木人的內心,湮沒激情,一切回歸平淡。

回首往事的時候,常常因為無緣而歎息,心痛。其實,緣分又是什麼呢?不過就是那麼虛幻抽象的一個概念,真正影響我們的,往往就是那一瞬間的相遇與相愛所留下來的刻古銘心。歲月慢慢地淡化記憶,而我的感傷卻愈來愈深。

繁華一遇,陌生而熟悉。不解花語,熟悉而陌生。淡寫歲月,難言繾綣。那些牽塵往事,註定是一道最美的風景。那些細碎溫情,銘刻於心。對的時間,遇到對的人,是一生幸福。對的時間,遇到錯的人,是一場傷心。錯的時間,遇到對的人,是一段無奈。錯的時間,遇到錯的人,是一生的歎息。緣起緣滅,一個緣字,牽動了多少心靈的歎息。若說無緣,緣何相聚;若說有緣,緣盡今生。在俗世瑣碎繁塵的一個安靜角落,靜靜地,寫下對你的念想,和深深的牽掛。

也許有一天,生命裡路過心上的那些人,依舊還在燈火闌珊處,笑靨如花靜然綻放,讓心情清溫淡暖。而有些人,轉身的那一刻,卻已是輕舟已過萬重山,咫尺天涯,情隨歲月流,心伴年華飛,任往事在時光裡沉浮;即使再牽掛,也不得不,各自陌路,各安天涯。

天涯咫尺,咫尺天涯。時光的變幻中,你始終是我心頭不變的念想。什麼地久天長,只是誤會一場,心不動,則不痛。

你我的世界再也不屬於彼此的港灣,又有誰分享你的喜怒哀樂?誰的肩旁讓我依靠?在我最落魄的季節裡, 讓我遇見你,就在那個角落,留下永恆的記憶,藍色的衣著,猶如藍寶石般,白色的星星點綴著。永恆的記憶, 墜落在沉靜已久的心裡,震起一抹抹漣漪,讓我想起了你。歲月飄零,我依然願意為你畫地為牢。在錯的時間愛上了你,在錯的時間告訴了你,這樣的一錯又錯蒼涼了誰的容顏。我躲在流年的影子裡,任眼淚澀了心湖。再微笑、送別遠去的背影,留不住相聚的沉香。這想、這念、葬在了滄海桑田?我為你傾盡一世的眷戀,卻不曾走進你的江南。

這一場未路的繁華,註定是一個人的獨角戲。45度的仰望天空,其實是不讓眼淚落下來,不讓別人看見自己的悲傷。掌心攥緊的晶瑩,深深的灼傷誰的眼。那快樂不起來的誰,是否還在執著。從一路的心痛走到心酸,是否拿重播在你身上的心。原以為、對你的愛可以隨著歲月的沉澱,時間的淡化而褪色。可是它卻越釀越醇。越來越濃。

是誰?讓我的冬季依然春暖花開。

是誰?讓我的生命奏響愛情音符。

是誰?讓我的青春一片蒼海桑田。

情願為你破繭成蝶,即使飛不過那滄茫的海。我也無怨無悔。

若、愛你的心註定要倍受煎熬;方能休成正果。

若、愛你的情註定要不死不休;方能長廂斯守。

為你,我甘願重度紅塵萬丈的情劫。我仰起如花的笑靨,從此與你君子之交。

流年如夢,躲在這個有些寂寞的夜晚,想念時光中消逝的掌紋躲在這枯葉紛飛的秋季,想念一個站在來路也站在去路的,讓我牽掛的人。愛已淡薄,可是相思刻骨,誰拿情深亂了流年。
夢想丟了的仿佛丟了靈魂
多年沒有流過的淚
続けるんだ風子!!
充実していたんです
本当はお風呂に入って
朝の散歩はなし
子供の頃から
踊っている間
只因這是我們的童年
得到表揚的機會也就增多了

  阿阮,如果真有來世,願妳也要驕傲地活出自己。醒來吧,起來吧!可以繼續演好上世紀黑白默片的戲。再壹次,我想聽聽妳的聲音,重新還原那時的《小玩意》,《三人摩登》,《新女性》,依舊是咪咪的眼,甜甜的笑。

  總是祝願的。我希望壹幕幕靜默的悲情畫意,會學著憾了心靈。藏得住快樂,藏得住憂傷,藏得住風聲,藏得住歌響。倘若現在天上飛過候鳥,我覺著它們會在記憶的紅色梁屋上舞蹈,

  因為似曾相識,或許那有壹扇扇輕躺在它們身上的羽毛。只是找不到散落的邊角,以至飄飄,卻渴望海風的環抱;倘若打著旋渦的沙洲,將壹株水仙遺忘,是不是花開有聲?鉆出了緊閉的葉囊,相和夜鶯的歌唱,寂寂的,長鳴著,卻又遼遠,只是那日沙洲,塵沙匆匆揚灑,飄去紛亂的地方,不奈作土流浪;倘若有船掀開了水窪,那就在船頭放上壹盞茶,別急著拿燒開的燙水浸泡它,就任憑悠搖,舟可飏飏,水可蕩漾,嘩。再嘗口茶,那是輕盈的世界,啼啼笑笑,也自在隨願。

  屋外的窗,零灑著衣線,等妳為它們穿上,為每壹只鳥,織好的羽毛。沙園的鶯,在夜裏唱響,願飛到初開的心蕊,匿跡有了花香鳥語的召告。水上的船舶,請自在的遊過波裏的草,遊過船心最敏感的石礁。

  交流並不完全是語言,動作,表情。有時,也是壹種感覺。是彼此都能懂,都能意會的,這種交流在心底。還是多想,不要躲在黑暗的角落偷偷哭泣,站在陽光下才是閃耀的,躲在陰影裏只會錯過最愛妳的眼睛。

hugs in together all my heart walk ignited a home of heart your eyebrow line my heart is sweet I want to you again show you the story green leaves slowly always thought entirely banished smile light surplus eyebrow

Life is like a dandelion, seemingly free, but involuntarily. Some things, do not do not care, but care?
Experienced yesterday, experiencing today at this time, another big thing, and tomorrow is trivial; a year to big things, to next year's story. We at most is also a story of people.

neighbourhood schools and put together
western classical music
Sister to brother do
Thanksgiving mother topic
If you are doing micro cinema
in the Outline of China's 12th Five-Year
The main risk factor you have to remember
Tolerance is a kind
このまま離れていかないで
make many chores easier to complete

Time passed, some fate, fit together, if one meter sunshine, always full heart, let you touched me. Some of fate, for Yuanwang, then silence, there are old memories, to be a clear day, clean.
Once, no matter where, when, will feel like a lonely person, not others, as if always is a person. Life is trivial to fill, time is washed and flow away. Fortunately, he was not unwilling to remain out of the limelight of the people, everything in the dispersion, still in a simple and powerful way again reciprocating. I love, I think, Is it right? Unless we can make it better, to meet love.
What is love, love, what is? Baby Anne, true love no effort, just simple and plain, natural and intimate joy. The heart want, not enough is enough, joy. Enough peace. I think, at least it is not a burden, is to cherish each other between the provide for oneself. Will not be depressed, is snuggles up to this interconnected dependency. But only blush enough love.
Ask yourself, if you get a partner, want how emotion model. I think, take care of, bear, protection, security, joys and sorrows, maybe a lot of people will be different, such as love, dependence, occupancy or pleasing, and these words to me very strange.
Always feel that love is loaded with too many inexplicable alert and sensitive. Be yourself too with great care, or yourself too naive. The reality and the emotion, finally bring us is the home still occupied?
There are some self-willed bones, very stubborn. Need to make others proved, their own before they agree to pay sincere, the use of the truth. Refused to make do with a return to being cheated intoxicated. Do not force others to love yourself, rather than force yourself to love others. By the feeling, always feel the feelings should be mutual, is the only natural emotion exchange, between two people cannot be forced, not luxury, naturally occurring. So, too serious about relationships, but also appears on the feelings too selfish. The heart knows that too many people can not match cannot bear such feelings; the heart knows that this is a way of a thankless task, too little counterpart; the heart knows this way will let their feelings for the swallow all the consequences, will eventually hurt yourself. But it is difficult to convince yourself to compromise. The era of vulnerabilities, not enduring as the universe. Joint himself, gradually can't believe forever. Saying with its is looking for, waiting for the right one, rather than looking for their full and fulfilling part. But, the road between the person and the person is probably not the same, to spend more time on a man / woman, who do you want to go the road, want to and who together, but also to see the other side is willing to!
Since the treasure, treasure shall belong to the person worthy of treasure. But he does not dare to take up the treasure. There is no confidence in yourself, or don't have confidence to feeling.

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