Red Dust comes and goes is the norm of life.

Perhaps, time is too thin and fingers are too wide. In this world, there are too many people who can read the wind and snow, but there are too many people who can’t walk out of the sea. People who used to think that they would spend their whole life together would break up when walking. They used to think that the unforgettable pain would fade when they looked at it. However, it is impossible to forget. In everyone’s life, there is at least one ardent love of selflessness. There is no luxury, no one is right or wrong, and it is not to blame the deep love. Look at each other, know each other and cherish each other; Turn around, no regrets. In silence, the collection is gathered and scattered, and only needs: a season of flower fragrance, warm to tears. Perhaps, a casual laughter will be waiting for a brilliant life; Perhaps, a casual look back will linger with heartbreak for a lifetime. The wind blows, the sound comes; The fate is born, keep together. One flower, one world, one leaf, one Bodhi. A feeling can be the pride that the world has never asked each other since then, and it can also be the humbleness of flowers coming from the dust. Emotion is a very strange thing. You came and he left. When you left, he waited in the same place. In this life, there will always be someone who can’t get along with you, but you really want to live with him. Love is very short, so short that only one shoulder is left, but infatuation is very long, and we often have to pay for the end of the world in our soul. Therefore, there is a feeling that if life is just like the first sight, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan. I think, in this world, there is always someone in your heart that you can’t understand, there is always someone who is the blue moon that you can’t see enough, and there is always someone who is your endless lovesickness dream, 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. And after a thousand rounds, you are in this knot of heart, you are in this blue moon feather into a butterfly, you are in this Spoony tears, you will become a Buddha in this dream of lovesickness, you will see the autumn water in this Misty Poem, and you will be entangled in this graceful word. Perhaps it is the real trace left by the years, the simple beauty that is hard to find in the floating world, that makes people like this, and those who are excited cannot be themselves. However, there are tens of millions of oblique eyes, and only two or three are appreciated. In this world, how many people can meet the person you want to meet among tens of millions of people just like Zhang Ailing said? No early step, no late step, just met. Too many men and women, but tears wet spring clothes sleeves after dusk. Too many people who had no chance stood silently in the dim light, suddenly looking back, but no one was waiting. Many fate was wasted by time ruthlessly, those who joined hands with the red dust in those years were thus separated in the flood of smoke. Who is whose stop? Who is whose watch? Who was Who? Who is whose vicissitudes? Walking in the mottled years, walking in the corridor of time, silent and standing. When all the lingering is in the fingertips into a wisp of light smoke, tears, can not bear to be separated, is it love or sigh? Time is endless, and those blooming, floating and disappearing have become the past; Those happy, indifferent and painful have turned into the taste of life. Looking back over the years, some things don’t need to be picked up and are already in my heart; Some people don’t need to recall, but they can’t get away. Perhaps, the fate is gone, and eventually the quicksand is pointed; Perhaps, the first makeup of the red dust, the first face, will eventually crush the dream. Since the beginning cannot be arranged, the end does not need to be designed. At the end of blooming flowers, flowers fall silently, and red dust comes and goes is the normal state of life. QQ:786835068

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