Whose story is the wrong time editing

Time edited the story of who was wrong, wrong fleeting time, chaotic years, imprisoned our souls in the lonely dark sea. Illusory floating dust, all predictions have already had results in fatalism transmigration, time dislocation; Endless love, like smoke, like clouds, like dreams, like illusion, let us, like madness, as drunk; Blend into our life, inject our blood, spread over the grassland and penetrate into the earth; It is rooted in our flesh and blood and opens the most brilliant smile on the other side of time, we don’t need to be too attached to the sadness of loss. The quiet alley of the alley, The Street of green slabstone, the classical and elegant attic, the house built color building blocks, hides a long and mysterious love. The time passing through her fingers was confusing, disturbing her emotional world and breaking all her dreams. Dressed in a simple and plain-clean white dress, she lingered in the ancient alley, and the nearby figure disappeared in the smoky and hazy country roadways. She stood in the cool evening breeze, like a lonely tree, looking for something, as if waiting for something, with anxious expectation on her face, but with a little sadness and sadness. In autumn, the wind of memory gently brushed the verdant and ancient Bodhi trees in front of her house through the cold and thick wall, blowing down several withered leaves and entering her courtyard. In the morning, the whistling and annoying wind broke into the window and invaded her rare sweet old dream. Immersed in the dream, she woke up from her dream when she heard a noisy sound. She felt a little cold. She put on a thin coat and came to the window. Looking out of the window, she found a layer of frost borrowed from the branches of the Bodhi tree. The chill penetrated into her tender skin and penetrated into her heart. The wind of the years swept all the lives of love on the Earth, testing the true love believed by human beings, whether they could resist the wind, Frost, rain and dew in the world and move towards the warm spring flowers of the next season. Unconsciously, she had entered the late autumn. The Wild Autumn Wind was a little carried away, lingering in her courtyard all the time, leaving her sadness nowhere to hide and naked to remove her unhealed wound. In the late autumn, the long mountains were meditating, the clear water was sinking, the Bodhi in front of the window was gloomy, and the thoughts of memories drifted with the autumn wind, passing through her deep eyes and crossing the spring and autumn for several degrees, over a few degrees of wind and rain, go back to the past. On the swing of the Bodhi tree, there was a handsome young man sitting. His handsome face was filled with free and easy, and his clear eyes revealed his deep feelings spanning several centuries. A long pipe of Xiao hung on his waist, with a charming smile on his face, waiting for the gentle, beautiful and flowery girl. His eyes were full of eager expectation and his heart was full of joy, the fallen leaves hovering in mid-air and dancing with the wind were also ecstatic for him, and then fell gently on the ground, scattered and varied. The young man brought up the long flute and blew the lovesickness song year after year, which was so touching and touching. Hearing the song full of missing, the young girl put down embroidered clothes needles in her hand, running down from the attic like a rapid gust of wind, and came to the young man’s side; The young girl hid her face and was ashamed, it’s so shy that it makes people love and heart-warming. At the sight of the teenager, she forgot her breath and the thousands of words she wanted to say to him, so she nestled quietly beside the teenager. At this moment, with this scene, the Chinese rose of the courtyard is quietly full of its beauty and beauty, and the grass and trees are also passionately swaying with sweet warmth and joy of hugging each other. The young man made a promise to the young girl without reservation for a lifetime and a promise of constancy, and agreed to keep together until the blue hair and the end of the world. For the sake of this rock-solid love, the happiness of the teenager is happy, and the sadness of the teenager is sad; The girl integrates all the tenderness and feelings into her life and infuses his blood. In this way, even if two people can’t be together often, her life can flow her happiness and sadness. However, when time is misplaced, no one is a prophet who can predict the future. Having made too many speculations about his own destiny is also in vain. In the end, there is only one dream left. Like all love tragedies, the love between teenagers and girls is broken, but it is beautiful, because they have practiced a motto of love, and no one wins or loses, no one hurts the most, no one hurts the most, only who knows the most, and each other is the most precious. He left and disappeared from her world. There was no prediction, no language, no secret code. Everything became calm, like a quiet and terrible nightmare. She understood that the young had no choice, so she deliberately did not break the sad tissue paper and let the young leave quietly without worries. She knew that the young man was carrying a family mission, which was too heavy. She wanted to let go and let the young man free and surging the HAILANG of his life. Smells of roses bear it alone. Without love, her life seems to be lack of oxygen, lack of sunshine, lack of strength, and become fragile; Her heart gradually sleeps over, and her soul has been removed from her body, only the body without thoughts is left. Now she is completely reduced to a prisoner of love, crossing her grief in the lonely deep sea; She needs a peace of mind to kill the suffering Time of losing a teenager. On the night of late autumn, the cold New moon hanging on the horizon, the cold moonlight pouring down wet the whole silent courtyard and wet her eyes. Under the Bodhi tree, she sang a mournful song with the piano, pushing herself into the abyss of pain slowly. In this way, she kept looking at the horizon and slowly grew old. The flood could not drown her regretless affection; The fire could not burn her faithful love; The sky fell apart and could not bury her loving soul and loving flesh; She spoke with the gentle autumn wind, pour out your thoughts and worries about teenagers.

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