A lonely old man sleeps in the corner of the wall. Some want to know her past, some want to know her future, some have no time to say, ask, and some have no time to see.

The moment the moon appeared, the old man's heart was cold and seemed to have been concerned about too much. When the old man thought of the people back then, his heart was warm, and it seemed that the whole world was in her smile.

If there are two definitions of smiles, one is that you have met love, and the other is that you have met loneliness. If there is a kind face with a kind feeling, then the path you have walked is in your heart.

Her eyes and her heart seem to be a family, not quarrel, not complain, and be content with the situation. Even if it is helpless in life, it will always be cherished. This is the biggest pattern of life.

Open the window of your heart, admire the stars in the sky, close your kindness, and silence is also gentle compassion. You have spent your time meeting and lost cherishing and parting, perhaps this is the most beautiful destiny.

The old man's heart was warm and his hands were hot. He took out the lighter in his pocket with his hand and pressed it, and the flame would appear. However, her eyes kept staring at the lighter. The lighter could make the flame burn, and it seemed that lighting it was meaningless to her.

In this way, a thing, a look, a warm heart, and a smile are so charming. The old man seemed to understand that even if he lighted the lighter, he could not foresee the people he had ever seen. Even if he ignited the dream in front of him, he could not dream of the encounter he had once.

This may be, this may be promises, waiting, asking, and allowing, waiting for a lifetime, waiting for a lifetime, watching over the eyes, in the heart, and in the world of lovers, this is a lifetime.

How many truths are not spoken, how many false they are not seen through, it seems that the world's understanding is placed in a pair of eyes, and it seems that the world's confusion is placed in that waiting heart.

The old man lay down with a smile, looking at the lighter in his hand, for no reason, she ignited it, ignited the dream in her heart, and then let go.

In an instant, it seemed that the stars in the sky had left, and even the most beautiful moon hid because she closed her eyes and wanted to sleep for a while. She was alone for a while. She didn't have to spend money to get drunk, she didn't have to be rich, she didn't have to drive a luxury car, or she lived in a villa, because she was worried about someone she had once known.

What is the distance, what is the vows? For this old man, one waits and one dreams can always accompany him for a lifetime, not seeking to meet in the next life, not seeking the years to turn around. I hope that the quietness of the moment will last forever, the smile in my heart will last forever, waiting for one to believe, believing in the distance.

At this moment, with both hands and ten fingers tightly, holding the lighter tightly, as if I had returned to the age of eighteen, as if I had met the person I loved the most, as if I dreamed of my parents. At this moment, her world is the most beautiful life, without making money, working, in a hurry, and fighting for others.

The night is gentle, the heart is kind, and people are sincere and compassionate. At this moment, the old man is still an old man, just in a dream, but the heart belongs to the past season, without reverie, no distant waiting, and no recent panic.

In an instant, the old man opened his eyes and put the lighter in the teasing, just like love encountering bread, like poverty encountering princess disease, the lighter hides.

At this time, if someone wants to grab a lighter, the old man will fight against this person. At this time, if someone wants to talk to the old man, the old man will slap it, because now, the old man is alone, enjoying his own world, savoring his time, and experiencing the life of life.

It was about the early morning, and the old man was very sleepy. Suddenly, two people passed by, a boy and a girl. The combined age of the two was not as old as the old man.

The boy said, "Who is this? It's not a dead person."

The girl said, "It has nothing to do with you. Why do you ask so much? It seems that your family runs a toll station, so leave quickly."

After they left, the old man took out his lighter and lit it directly. He seemed to feel that someone else was lost. He said, "I don't know where you are going, and I'm not familiar with the road, so you can go quickly."

It took about ten minutes, but for the old man, more than eighty years have passed by another man, who was in his fifties, dressed gracefully and walked to the old man.

The man was very rude and said directly, "I deserve it, I deserve it, no one wants it when I die, but if I don't work hard when I am alive, I deserve it."

This man's rudeness, this man's rudeness seemed to have complaints, anger, and unwillingness to give up. After saying that, he left directly.

The old man heard it clearly. He opened his eyes and just smiled slightly. He was only merciful and smiled, and said, thank you.

A word of thanks contains so much helplessness, a word of thanks, a word of thanks, a word of thanks, a word of blessing, the person who leaves does not understand, and the person who speaks does not know. Later, the world is far away, and it will never be seen again, but life is destined, and this is a lesson in life.

The time has settled too much, which forced the old man to say thank you. Life has changed too much, leaving too many words behind by the person who left. In this way, one did not think of it at first, and in that way, no one was worried about a play.

There are always constraints and entanglements of people's hearts, and there are always joys and sorrows entangled in the hearts. People and people, hearts and hearts always have unique dispersions and unique fates. The elderly are old, and some people say that they are young when they are young, and some people don't understand the rules. This is also the various aspects of life.

Stories are always measured like this, and life is always weighed like that. A person, a sentence, one understands, one dispersed, one dream. The last love is just a parting of life, and the last person is just a parting of the world in the sea of ​​people.

The lifelike world is hidden in the old man's heart, and the helpless fingers are tightly clasped, hidden in the most beautiful tenderness, the wind, flowers, snow and moon, wipe away the beauty of the old man, the years pass by, and the hasty locked away the old man's haste.

It is a grateful heart that gives her brightness, helpless love, giving her a reason to live, a wonderful world that gives her courage, confidence, and a waiting for life.

If people will grow old, flowers will bloom, and the world will change. Then when they are old, they will be the most beautiful scenery. If the wind will dissipate, life will turn in the moon, and then the best smile is kindness and compassion.

The old man's heart seems to be in a dream, the old man's love seems to be not forgotten, and the old man's feelings seem to be in a dream, this is the most beautiful time in the world, a moment of guarding, a moment of loneliness, and the world of longing is the heart and wait is the beauty of the same world.
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