Wei purple orchid language

A lot of worries, because of who, because of who, because of who ups and downs, but dare not distract, afraid of debris all over the floor, can not afford to pick up. Night, sad, calm suffocating. I don't know how to express this night, this month, this person, this matter. Scene after scene is so sudden that it breaks into my heart and makes my heart beat.

I don't know what language to use, but I know everything. Rough words can't describe the aphasia situation at this moment, quiet, widowed, complete and lonely. Perhaps, the speaker has lost his enthusiasm and the listener is still boring. I don't need to describe it deliberately. For me, people and things are already like the sky in late autumn, clouds and fog are scattered all over the sky, and the beauty is worrying.

A cool breeze blows gently. When did the cold star fall from the sky? How warm can a lamp be? When we meet and leave, in a long or short time, we use melodious rhythm to convey the code words that only belong to each other. My heart is like a spring, my throat is dull, and I am stuck in my chest. It is difficult to tell, it is difficult to tell. The silvery moon is full of flowers, the osmanthus tree is swaying, and the fragrance of Ying Ying is faint. Suddenly, there is coolness falling into the lip corner, astringent!

Buried that piece of plain paper, the years on the fingertips, misty rain, cutting autumn wind, confusing. You are always at a loss for me; I am still your silence. How long will Lagerstroemia Star fall from the sky for a lifetime? I can't predict and I can't sleep. It's enough to know that you haven't gone far. ...

Miss the fleeting time, bloom for an instant, indulge in it, the shower will rest, and be obsessed with the silence after a curtain of rain. In the fleeting time, a lonely and melancholy flower blooms, just because I love the color in your pupil, and I love your profundity and loneliness. My heart is thin, I read and read, reading the flowers wither and the leaves fall. All this is definitely a narrow encounter in fate.

Words shuttle between the flowing clouds, painting outlines the artistic conception, incisively and vividly. Cold fairy is affectionate, the moon shines thousands of miles, the moon is as white as paper, and the sleeves are graceful. Dancing is the mature and rotten name in my heart. I stubbornly believe that in this way, I can cross the Qian Shan and embrace your breath. The night is like the wind, standing in front of you, knowing your true self and feeling the unknown inner world. It's you, let me know who I am, it's you, let me know, parasitic in the world, it turns out, it can be so beautiful. ...

I am eager to sit alone in the lush forest and watch the sunrise and sunset during the leisurely holiday. Leave a cloud alone, enjoy another room alone, and the flowers are light. If possible, leave the complexity of the world behind.

I long for the artistic conception that can make me feel free, away from this reinforced concrete city and the noise of the world. Get close to the land mixed with emerald green, talk to your soul between mountains and rivers, and let your soul be washed in pure nature ... can you run around the world calmly and enter the WTO? In the world, there are too many temptations of luxury and glory, and there are too many legends of drunkenness.

The so-called gorgeous colors, the so-called wealth, and the so-called idealism are, in the final analysis, a kind of desire in people's hearts, far or near! Indeed, everyone wants to have all luxury, and what will be behind luxury? Perhaps, there are too many scheming, temptations and burdens! Too many temptations, too many desires, there will be too many burdens and feelings, and then it will be complicated and entangled in the dust net ... Let yourself walk lightly on the road, keep your eyebrows down, quietly get out of the dust, stay away from the hubbub, and find the original truth.

For example, the blue of the deep valley is elegant and pleasant, flowing in the outside world, indifferent and open, with a fragrant and elegant color, and noble and comfortable inside. In nature, Qian Fan passed through the clouds; Floating in the world, rich and prosperous, prosperous and fleeting.

I know that luxury is also vain, and the soul is easily dusty! If we can wash away the dust with clean water and reflect my heart, life will be real in the end.

It can be seen that the vegetation and mountains are free and lush, the water and the sky are the same, and the bottom is crystal clear, which is the detachment and calmness of nature.

Hold your head high and take your time in the WTO; Low eyebrows and dust, clear and faint. In my heart, I am free, comfortable, indifferent and peaceful.

Let the flowers condense at the fingertips, I write my heart, I care about myself, I draw my actions with my heart, my heart is free, and then I am leisurely in the water.

So, I raised my eyebrows and asked how I felt. I felt sorry for myself. I dance with my feelings, and my feelings follow my heartbeat. Then, I was silent outside the dust.

If you can read my clarity and my world is looking back,

Open a wisp of extraordinary fragrance, elegant posture, only willing to be fresh and embarrassed.

Waiting for you. So, waiting for you, I decided to wait for you with the length of my life. ...

Love is in my heart, my heart is clear and calm, and I love fleeting time. ...