Time flies. In the shadow of a bystander, maybe you can talk to me, talk from all over the world, maybe I can listen to it forever.

It's not your fault that you came into the world early, and maybe we can talk about the theory that everything you think of will happen in the future, so you don't have to sigh. Maybe the person you love will never meet you, and you don't have to regret it!

The size of the world is not something you can fully understand. So what? So listen to the song, borrowing, borrowing from this song, "I am in the night" can not hide from the fiery love, you have been deeply imprinted in my heart.

I couldn't stop my lonely heart in the dark night, and finally became a star that never sleeps. I fell into the love network, I didn't dare to tell you anymore, and I was overwhelmed by troubles alone. The flow of rhyme is impeccable, passionate, affectionate and graceful. Three specific. This song is also like one of the highest states of mind of a crush.

[Mu] is a kind of beautiful affection, especially the Mu of the true lover. The love is far away, and mortals only know the love of men and women in front of them. Thinking will understand the artistic conception of love.

Admittedly, there is another legend of transcendence. The man who has been proud of his life exists in the world, and his friends jokingly said that there were three great confessions in ancient times, and asked me to write them to become the first confession, and asked why? He said that they had been dead for a hundred thousand years!

Ignorance! Some ideas are not guaranteed to be won by latecomers. However, it is better to confess, who teaches no one and does not obey whom, more than love? Compared with me? Ambition rises, a person can write eight love letters to eight girls and four have never even seen each other, it is a lot of love!

Actually, you don't understand my heart. Night, appeared. I have some doubts that I am different from me during the day, which one is more like me? is it at night, and I am more real to myself at night. Individuals also prefer nights to day.

Guessing the heart, once, hurt the heart of a young girl, she thought I was friends with her, and when she said she loved me, I flew away. Afterward. Only then did I realize that there was more than one person who was harmed. Retribution for itself.

Try to understand. But looking at your lonely travel, I love freedom and unrestrainedness, and I love colorful you. Seems similar. The distance is farther than the distance. There is the idea of running, but it is flying in the blue sky. My flamboyant wings are utterly black selfishness, and beneath your pure white wings is utterly fiery freedom. Don't delay your youth! I chase ideas, you pursue photography. Please don't say I didn't write you a pen! It has always been my unbridled will to be above board, just as you are a beautiful soul who prefers to think about yourself.

Heaven and earth are infinite, time is infinite. Everyone is passing by, and this kind of life is not like a dream? No matter how many great deeds you have created, you will have to leave in the end. Everything can't be taken away, like a dream. For the sake of joy, time, pleasure, absurdity, self-exile. Seize the time and appreciate the beauty of nature!

Walking the world, the rhyme in the world becomes an immortal heart.

The flying fox is plundering, guarding the moon, bursting out of a flickering dream! Life is not as good as a dream, it is a dream person, and the fool says that it is a dream.

Each other is moving towards the dream of China. That kingdom is like a man who drinks water and knows how cold and warm he is. It's easy for your heart to go to mine. My heart goes to your heart. Your dreams don't have me, my dreams are you, dreams are just dreams. Dreams, dreams, dreams, dreams.

Fleeting time. Chen Chuanzi [Speechless Collection] Someone once said to me that those beautiful feelings have nothing to do with love. I told him that the two of them have been warming each other for the rest of their lives. That's it. In fact, love has always been there, just stewed at home like soup, with the heat of time, it has melted into the years like water. The days are light, and the years are thick. Warm a lifetime.

Things change and stars change, and time and space change. Some of the rich ones are not the people and things in front of you. It is a deep, accidental, and inadvertent love after a sigh, after parting, and after memories begin to arise!

What shouldn't be mine, what shouldn't be mine, but it's mine. Just for that sigh! A long, long sigh, a sigh for a long time! A sigh in heaven and earth! A sigh in the red dust! Sigh that I am infatuated with lovers. I remember the attachment in your eyes.

If it is like a fantasy, the sky is colorful, far and near, not there. Yesterday's dream was far away, the soul did not haunt the dream, only heard the void, it was only the void, endless, endless, endless, endless,

Suddenly, a painting of the west wind flew in. It is close in front of you, far away in the sky, frozen in the kiss of time. Exuding the sprinkled feeling of passers-by, the slowness of flowing water, the slowness of ducks and geese, and the slow people stealing a smile in the life of a different place! As if I heard the rainy night, I had forgotten

KandyChen - Gorgeous adventure. A singer who turns a man into a woman. At that time, it took courage to face the mediocrity. The mediocrity pointed the finger at me. No, pointing to the young music emperor, he, he is the combination of the Emperor of Gloom and the King of Leisure. Synthesizer. It's also a gorgeous adventure!

For example, the singer of the years who escaped the world. The demon head that came out of the body was unwilling to become one. Impulsive consciousness of will. Bidding, the rain is you.

Taipei in winter is like a rainy city, and the scary feeling of crowding is that it strains me and confuses the ups and downs of emotions. All of a sudden, tenderness is like water, all of a sudden it is hot, all of a sudden, all of a sudden, all of a sudden, and all of a sudden, full of pride. Barely like these four songs at the same time: just tonight, it's raining again, lonely bombing, raining.

Huang Yi believes that martial arts novels are a very unique genre that surpasses ordinary knowledge to some extent. It is not only combined with the traditional culture of China itself, but it also involves some philosophies, astronomy, Buddhism, Taoism, etc., and it is not realistic, in my works, I integrate these into history, I think this is a way to authenticate martial arts novels. "My favorite writer is Huang Yi. My favorite works on Chinese Net: Devouring the Starry Sky, Maneuvering Storm Comfortably, Freedom-

I once saw the book of the skeleton elf in the traditional Chinese version of the Chinese as follows:

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In the infinite fantasy, a lonely boat, I don't know when the road will reach the other side of the dream, the water has passed without a trace, and people have taken pictures.

A laugh, a hint of comfort, forget your troubles, enjoy life, this is my greatest wish. The unity of contradictions, not the darkest demons, nor the brightest angels, on one side is a small skeleton, you can call me a skeleton, and on the other side is a beautiful elf, you can also call me an elf. "I think it's good, so I'll write it down for a while.

From childhood to adulthood, it is inevitable to hear other people's comments on themselves, consistent along the way, good and evil character, has been pursuing the highest state in the dark, is fun, when I set foot on the highest peak of the realm, life has gone a lot, I fight with time, fight with the years, with a proud and transcendent arrogant emotion, do the indisputable expedition, the best realm of cultivation, the most complete state of mind, chase beyond the scope of thought anyway, chase it anyway, whether to chase it is another thing, everything I know the Tao is good。

Today is slightly cold, the sun is very warm, and the heart is melodious. The sunlight in the sky is particularly warm and lovely. Drink a cup of hot coffee and watch the passing crowd and the vehicles without worry.

Sit quietly and listen to a song, so that you can also feel a happiness in peace. The people you like are doing well, the people you love are also living well, living a brisk and gentle life, so what more can you ask for? What else is there to pursue? Ask yourself?

Is it so easy to fight with the world?What else is there to aspire to the best? Right now, meaning something, the Grandmaster said to the master, "Long live lyrical rock."

The master nodded, and without saying a word, stepped out of the pantheon, the sun was very bright and dazzling! God! Death! Nothing counts without you. You are me.

The Music Emperor looked at the sky once, twice, three, four. Wait quietly, wait for one game after another, the music of life GodGaveRock 'n'RollToYou seekers, scatter some consciousness.

Let's see how you grow:

The King of Joy is consistent with a certain law called rhyme.

The god of the night, the sunrise is unbounded, and the breath of the night is in order!

The emperor of music, turn sound into nothing, turn nothing into sound, let it come and go.

The head of the devil, but let it be natural, the Tao is natural, it is naturally me, and I am also the Tao.

Ling Du, the king of the phaseless in his mouth later, is not me, I am not an instantaneous time, a fine dust in the universe, a short red dust that cannot be short.

Listening to the song, I am listening to the "galloping to the north of the horse to be proud, singing until the south wind dies" The immortal madman (the south wind does not compete) and died in a standing position under the rising sun. Ye Shi Bingquan (Blind-Eyed Military Governor) is like a bleak song in autumn, a majestic and brilliant song.

Lying down all day, dreaming strange dreams. I smell the pressure in the air, invisibly, closely following, as if challenging or provoking my loose authority!

If you confess that you are a human being, you should not want to be detached from the world! How can I explain to her? There is no need to be wordy about existence! My heaven, my earth, and my you are not mine.

The realm of life has set a threshold for itself, and a threshold that stops at this end ends here

I don't know what to do, I don't want to dwell on it, it's a waste of life! Life is not wasted! It is a waste! In front of my eyes, hold it tightly, hold it tight!

She said that only when I open it can I have unrestrained freedom! Yes? I suddenly became open-minded and chic! If I was desperate and cold-blooded, maybe I would be freer, lonely and free! Help? When will I help? Send the Buddha to the western heavens? The road of no return! The road to the end of the world! All roads lead to silence. To be continued. )