The heart is the flower that does not wait for the wind to blow. The former lover, remember her affectionate words, but the person has left me, like a passer-by. There is more pain in this life than death. It is sad to see the dyed silk. Faced with a fork in the road, someone will weep.
The heart is not to be the wind and since the fall of the flowers ", night reading "grass in vain" see this sentence, felt a shudder, could not say what kind of feeling, in my mind a lot of things also sprung up, maybe it is a language of the inexpressible, really want to say but not words in my heart, only this sentence contains a lot of, perhaps this is the heart of what is secret.
Love at first sight, but never forget.
In fact, it is not the memory of a person, but the beauty and depth of the sentence itself.
"I wish to be innocent, long for the month of exile", which is like a jewel of pure white light, only to be seen by the eye, and left a deep imprint.
The boundless sea should not be seen more, never forget her appearance. Who, too, can recite such a clean, goggle-like sentence? He chewed the verse again and again, feeling that he had never met, but he knew him well, as if he had been friends for years.