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The world of love is a song that can never be finished. There is a kind of love that can only be kept in words. Walking through the years, feeling the warmth and coldness of the world, seeing the love, hatred, and hatred of all living beings in the intertwining of time, the joys and sorrows of reunion and separation are unavoidable wounds in the world. The vicissitudes hidden behind the smile are unknown, and one can only use soft brushstrokes to express a person's strength. Love and journey are a person's eternal life. These lonely chants bring back the smoke of the past in the palm of your hand...

A collection of essays about emotions. In this book, we seem to see the stories and the hardships of walking in the light and shadow. In such stories, you can see the unpredictable life and seasonal changes, and listen to the solemnity and ups and downs of life. We can feel the style of a city in such words, and we can also taste the warmth and warmth of the years under the lights. Believe in time, it will treat everyone fairly, understand the story behind life through time, and leave happiness to a better you. When you return, you will still be a teenager!

The gentle breeze suddenly picked up, rumpling a piece of peach blossom paper, the Sanskrit sounds were like water, and you couldn't see the grass growing and the orioles flying. Write your world on the time stamp. From summer clouds and winter snow to the beauty of autumn, the memories of youth and love will eventually settle and solidify into a mottled painting. Looking for the traces of time in the rolling world of mortals, the childishness of youth reveals the long-lost touch in the word card, a dream keeps the fireworks from falling, the sword of reason picks up the ever-worrying complex, the wish to live forever in a city circulates for several generations, the years are the loneliness of passing by, and the tears of meeting each other drunk. The clouds are light and the wind is gentle, the fish book is mailed, and the lonely lotus blooms in the empty reincarnation. The water passes without leaving a trace, and the snow falls on the silken hair, playing in the May of endless lovesickness. Hiding behind the bustling scene and watching the dusk when the singing and singing disperses, the footsteps of the trek are scattered on the other shore. The silent night depicts a detail with you... Walking in the depths of the season, looking for the most beautiful encounter in life.

Memory is a shadow that cannot be abandoned, accompanying life as it moves forward. Thoughts start from a bud and pass through the spring of the years. No matter how far the journey to the end of the world is, the low chanting in time has lost its voice in Sumeru. How long does it take for the cocoon in the heart to be soaked in the soft sea of ​​​​heart before it breaks, and once the memories merge into the warmth of the heart, what shines in front of you is a bright sky. When you come from the depths of the years, no one can see the end of the world. We listen to the echo of life. Your beauty has not changed, but your youth has passed away. The red thread wrapped around the heart is dyed with the blood of lovesickness. When the wind at the end of the year sighs against the cold winter, the core of fate is ruthlessly knocked open, and the secret memory of youth can no longer be seen. The breeze blows away the farewell, and the sunshine covers the path, or maybe it has been engraved in the memory, engraved on the cliff that cannot be climbed.

This is a story about one person, the end of the world between two people, the soft and undulating heart of the water country Zeguo, and the snow in the desert border town floating on the body of the wanderer. A bright moon and a cup of turbid wine, a season of flowers that intoxicates the fleeting years, the footprints of life travel across thousands of rivers and mountains, who sings ancient songs in the wind, and slowly talks about the past today, thousands of miles away, even if you are sad in your heart, you must move forward gracefully. Embrace a ray of breeze to blow away the sadness between the brows, sip a handful of clear spring to wash away the fatigue of the journey, pillow a curtain to dream, return the happiness of my youth, guard a vicissitudes of life, and sow the seeds of happiness. With sunshine, life will be warm. Walk through the river of time to feel the difference of the seasons. Keep a young heart and enjoy the happiness and warmth of life. Every step of the scenery brings joy all the way. Youth and the past are a heavy book. Keep an ancient fairy tale alone and look for your own eternity!