Meet, don’t ask if it is robbery or fate

About memory, or deep or shallow; About missing, also thick and light. Pour a drop of rain and dew, listen to Flower’s smile; Touch a song of music, Ren Yun rolling clouds comfortable. Meet, don’t ask if it is robbery or fate. Text/red dust smile is spring again. The Lawn after years is green and yellow, yellow and green. Open the title page of memory, touch time lightly, some thoughts, if beads, quiet and shining; Some dreams, faint, no trace of passing water. About memory, or deep or shallow; About missing, also thick and light. The temperature of the fingertips glides through the quiet and good years, and any of them cuts lovesickness, enchanting the Xiaoyue eyebrow bend deep in the heart. I always believe that meeting is a gift from heaven. Looking back, it is your smiling eyes, passing through the pale water, swaying with all the care. Blossom in the field, I will wait for you to come, where the stars are beautiful, and you will be drunk for a long time. In your memory, it is your warm lips and tender heart. From then on, the mountains and rivers, the music wants and wants, the stars and the moon are so good that they will not complain about the departure. Perhaps, fate, that world, three-Life Stone, I am your Yao Chi dream; Perhaps, fate is like this, in this life, forget the river, I am your Fig. I think there are too many things in this world, which make people unable to grasp. For example, the piety of ten fingers and hands, after being dried, floats in the air, so scattered, faded, far away. After a dream in a year, standing on the edge of the season, sadness is a wisp of wind. Through the fingertips, it leaves a faint feeling of pain. The Dream Goes with the wind for thousands of miles, and several times of red dust comes and goes. At the end of the world, see The Flowing Light fly away, don’t ask where is the return date, want to pay your heart Yao Qin, who will listen to the broken string? Suddenly Looking back, how could Tang poems/song phrases be worth the love of wind, flowers, snow and moon? A story not long before narration, an unforgettable attachment, explained the ups and downs of the sea on the three-Life Stone in tens of millions of times. Change of the seasons, the streamer flies, whose oath is colorful in the past? Whose watch has withered for years? With a volume of light, duster curtain, overlook the river and ask the sky. In fact, some answers happen to be slight; Some chapters are doomed to be silent. Holding a piece of plain paper, waiting for the wings of birds under the Lonely Sky, smiling and blurred, whose voice whispered my breast name? Lovesickness Ferry, who is in a light ink, tears at night and the Nirvana that cannot cross? Sycamore tree, three more rain, no separation bitter, a leaf, a sound, empty steps drop to the Ming. A kind of mutual knowledge, high mountains and rivers; A kind of feeling, painful heart! Bai Xiaomei said: people will meet countless times in their life. Some people are the scenery you forget after seeing it. Some people take root and sprout in your heart, those feelings that can’t be explained are fate of no reason. The fate is deep and shallow, and it has long been known. After that, how do you and I practice can’t change the appearance at the beginning. No one knows how much love there is in this world, which belongs to shallow encounter and deep understanding; And no one knows how much love there is in this world, which belongs to silent companion, silence likes it. Mo red dust, there is always a knot in your heart that you can’t understand, there is always a blue moon that you can’t see enough, and there is always a lovesickness dream that you can’t finish, there is always one person who is your endless Spoony tears, there is always one person who is not enough to read obscure poems, there is always one person who is your endless graceful words. In this knot of heart, you become a butterfly in the Blue Moon, and you will turn into a butterfly in this infatuation tears, and you will become a Buddha in this dream of lovesickness, you look through the autumn water in this Misty Poem, and you are lingering in this graceful word. Perhaps, life was originally a constant encounter and separation. How many people, from the deepest red dust, take off the gorgeous brocade clothes, just to rush to the fate of a stone bridge in a hurry, just to watch a disappearing Yannanfei on the old wooden floor. Calculate a moment together, in exchange for the separation of the whole life, many years later, you can still reflect on yesterday’s you with the breath of the breeze. Pour a drop of rain and dew, listen to Flower’s smile; Touch a song of music, Ren Yun rolling clouds comfortable. In the past few years, if there is a person who has passed in your life like smoke and flowers, shining like a meteor, even though he has been separated from the sea and fields, he can miss in words, but in memory, agarwood, this is not a kind of warmth?! Hold it lightly and understand it, smile and feel comfortable, light words and plain words, quietly observe the fleeting time, meet, don’t ask whether it is robbery or fate! Red Dust smiles on 2013, 4 and 20. QQ1285207538

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