Under the moonlight, looking at the mirror looking back, I saw that the life of the wind is a win or loss in an instant, a bet for the next life. I am willing to write tomorrow's lines and read my own story.

Text, a friend who expresses his heart, walks into another heart with his heart, lets the evening sun rise and the soul in his heart flow. It is a person, and it is also a beautiful, endless life lyrics, and endless prosperity lyrics. It ends for this, and keeps a peacefulness for this, so that the people you see are happy.

Guarding the sleepiness of the night, looking through yesterday's past, slowly taking everything lightly, life is so beautiful, rolling up the hair of clouds, thinking about the thousands of miles of mountain peaks, smoking a cigarette, lit a heartbeat, savoring the perception for a lifetime, learning to cultivate, learning to change, enjoy every season, visiting every dawn, going home with all your heart, and missing your parents when it is cold.

Drunk in the eyes of a person, listening to familiar songs, talking about moving beauty, looking at the rainbow of the past, slowly, simply, making a cup of coffee, holding the mirror of the past to spread in the wilderness, sometimes I am sensible, sometimes I start to feel naughty, that is the past, that is the update of the times, I don’t know when I realized that I am serious, looking at the sun, learning to wait for the evening, and setting off at dawn to smile, sitting in the time to taste myself and look up, it is yesterday, waiting for tomorrow, and still looking at today.

Listen to the sea, and walk with a comfortable heartbeat, recite the world, recite the youth, is frivolous, and keep, and the past that no longer attached begins to wander. Walking at the streets of the lanterns, you can't find my back. After following the wind, outside of your heart, some people spend a moment pursuing themselves, some people spend their whole life visiting others, it is a sentence, a word, and a word communication. Under familiar reading, strangeness, circle the clear lake water, simple, not seeking prosperity, can't lock the prosperity of the heart, just for the leisure of the heart.

The soft dust, the happy vehicle, the breeze swept away the life's will, but life is a contest that is not worth mentioning. People come and go, right and wrong, walking in the sun, bathing in the vain of the past, reading a book, reading a newspaper, writing a passage, expressing one's own cultivation, describing the beauty of the eyes, looking, wind, flowers, snow, listening, eternal, unconsciously, the past has gone far away, and the flowers blooming in the heart slowly, only then can we realize that the world is big and we are very weak. If we stand up with wisdom, we need to read and cultivate. If we stand up with physical strength, we need age and emptiness.

The sycamore is still guarding that season, and the heart still lingers with beautiful quiet listening to look up. The lakeside of the world, the small water is exquisite, opposite, and poetry, there is a charming, a trace of separation, the people are in heaven, the soul is stuck in the fingers for a moment, holding the rainbow in hand, chasing the ideal life, not in the blooming and falling flowers, not in the instant, struggle with your own embrace, use the beginning and the landing point to awaken your own every touch, support the bridge in your heart, support the beautiful position of your own, let tomorrow, let the moonlight and the sun shine into your heart, and feel the prosperity of exploration.

Life, changing a name, is the wonderfulness of others, changing a story, is the helplessness of oneself, changing a landscape tomorrow, and still letting one's heart hide in the sun, and having a word will never see oneself again. Knowing and missing a certain sentence means not being able to be a lifetime of fate. Instantly, one is a rose that never rains. Only when withering can one give up talking to life, avoid the bustling hustle and bustle, bypass the charming scenery, feed oneself with the only air, and use the wait and question from others to express one's attention.

My hands took away the wind and moon's look back, but I was willing to look back but could not keep it. At an invisible ferry, listening to the birds leaning on others, savoring the fragrance of flowers, rain and dew, it is the melody of the world, the sedan chair on rainy days, the tenderness that I cannot find began to be read, a sadness, a blasphemy, describe the soul in the self of life, crossing the bridge and writing the past, cannot break life, drowsy, everything will pass, I walk on my other side, watching the feeling of the evening, the setting sun, thinking about the rainbow, there is a missing person in the street where people are.

I can't see the right and wrong, how much life is, how many buildings have I guessed right, and I've been facing the scroll that accompanied me, sticking my fingers for a moment, the sound of horse hooves is wild, the spring breeze and night rain droops, and the flowers are splashed away from the clouds. I never know the picture in my heart, and I always make the pictures mentioned by others, and the mistakes in the division are dyed with white hair. It is a fate that I pass by, and I will never cross the bridge. I bet on the banks of the Yangtze River, taking away the wind and moon this year, and locking away the devotion of a lifetime, a glass of wine, a bowl of tea, endless laughter and chat, singing and worrying, making up my leisure time, it is difficult to write the burial of the moment.

A person always starts to recall inadvertently, always loses inadvertently, and when he sleeps, he will think of it, he will be confused at dawn, and many illusions are intertwined in a corner, forgetting the fate of his body and mind, forgetting the happiness of tomorrow, there is a legend called tomorrow, and an old friend called yesterday, my friend met today, accompanying me every time his heart beats, smiling with me every time he is serious, that understanding picture, that invisible world, still lingers in your heart, thinking, waiting, and asking about the future.

Very familiar, very serious, flowers bloom and life, and the heart locks the sunny day. It is the reading of the prison to update one's taste, let the wind and moon recall, and let yourself control it. Sometimes, when you look at every familiarity, you will stop, not for yesterday, not for deep knowledge, but for the gratitude of the heart, facing a scenery, locking down a lot of futures, allowing yourself to continue to face, silence, sometimes you can only understand unfamiliarity but still cannot settle in the end of your heart, and the cycle of informing is no longer in spring.

To nourish the mind, to save people, it may not be impossible to kill people. We can decide a person’s opinion, not be able to take care of a person’s education. In many cases, to see our goals clearly, not to calculate our helplessness. A person can learn to read Feng Shui, but cannot learn the way to maintain health. It is not that time is insufficient, but that there is no good teacher. In a fixed direction, seeing whether it is true or using sadness and helplessness to raise a person, what can be determined is a one-step calculation, which may be calculated by others. If your own method is bad, it will make the child lose nothing.

Careless, unable to see through, unable to figure out, still wandering in the chaotic world, still fixed in your own thinking, time allows you to win money every time, and may not get the calculation in your heart, but you make mistakes but say you are confused, lose but say you are helpless, but you are not prepared yesterday and cannot see through the original end of things. When your identity begins to be fixed, you have no mentality of dealing with, and no change in positioning reading will make others' opinions about you, expand your troubles easily, and reduce your gossip and words are very difficult. It is not that others don't give you opportunities, but that you have no ability to control it at all.

Looking at the heart, practicing positioning, betting on a child, we can't think of our youth, and knowing that when we are old, we can regard animals as friends, but we may not be able to regard the friends in front of us as the future in our hearts. Maybe it changes because of a word, maybe it changes because of something, when calculations begin to be lost, when humans begin to change, every cycle can make us pay a lot. If we lose time, plants, animals, and people should be integrated into our wisdom. In fact, we all understand that materials are important, but there are still people who mainly use money and supplement it. They would rather lose friends, and they have to protect their money.

When we are poor, most people focus on the happiness of their children, but forget that their children need a future and do not waste too much time when they are young. When we start to be destined, we discover every change. When poverty becomes a system and fixed becomes a landscape, then calculate, many people's wealth and wisdom will be surrounded by one's guess and calculation. Then this person's control is not a person's reading, not a wait-and-see, but a mental arithmetic to maintain and help protect. Even if we are poor, even if we are helpless, we will guess the positive and negative response.

Be rich in heart, grasp the self in time, transform other people's smiles, make every beginning a beautiful next encounter, and make every peace of mind a way of calculation. When we start to discover wisdom, someone has seen through it, and when we guess failure, someone has gained experience. It is not that we are incompetent, not that we do not have the ability to read, but that wise person always prepares a lot of time in advance to calculate, guess, and grasps a lot of wrong experiences to calculate the right scenery, make your "rich" the wisdom of others, and make your "lost" the talent of others.

I lose my heart, forget my past friendship, forget tomorrow's profit, regard my sincerity as the ending of others, and regard my smile as the blockage of tomorrow. Every misunderstanding cannot be treated with inner calculations. As I seriously discover yesterday, I can no longer draw that sentence, and can no longer adjust the ending of my seriousness that does not belong to me. Every communication begins to end, and every way cannot foresee my own thinking pattern. It has begun, ends every thought indoctrination, and ends the adjustment face of the thinking program.

Axis, if you make a mistake, go around a circle, say a wrong cycle, you still cannot determine your own pattern. In the face of thinking, words never leave the field, people never leave the circle, you can only grasp a perceived error, not determine the position of knowing once, let the loss become a story that others name, and make the wrong thing a laughing stock for a lifetime. We can see through the word "education", but cannot instill with correct thinking. We can calculate the position, but cannot adjust others to give education, so that the axis of a sentence is that the person with an axis will find it difficult to leave the axis for a lifetime.
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