The beauty cried and wrote that part of her failed to come true, the road is long, the fate is far away, the beauty in Chinese mainland and the author who was not born on the island of Taiwan fight in the air, virtual love, beauty is deep, the author forgets the world, pushes open the window, opens the heaven and earth, shakes a dance, hums a song, shelters from the wind and waves, and thousands of mountains in the strait.

The sky, lifted, the sky, never forgotten, never mentioned, never gave up, never let go, "enlightened", who understood? Prosperous and lonely, pure beauty and dirty, forever, tasting and breathing the full flow of morning and evening, the light is not the star is the lonely me in your eyes.

Beauty is the supreme of heaven and earth, and the heart is moved to leave fate, and fate is fate, forget jì, forget jì is fate, there is no fate, there is no fate, the beauty is widowed, the beauty is thin, the beauty is scattered, the heaven and the earth are supreme, who is the supreme?

Departure, the lonely little pig girl (fast horse whip book reviewer) said: "In the winter of Beijing, looking forward to the snow again, drinking the faint dragon well, nesting on my favorite small flower seat, watching the snowflakes fall outside the window, just like my state of mind, calm, tranquil, no waves." What my sister said is right, I still want to be the little princess who is a little proud in her eyes, not deliberately, not pursuing, waiting for another beautiful weekend in my life, listening to songs, writing, and enjoying life. ”

The passing Heaven and Earth Supreme sighed and said: Say the fate in time, parting and wandering, hating to see Fengyue:

"The wind, blowing gently, the night, heavy drunk. The wind, blowing gently, sleeps quietly at night. Who misses you in the distance at midnight? In the distant midnight, I am afraid of each other in my dreams, looking up at the memories of the blue sky, as if you are silently hesitating to part, every time you hold hands as if guarding you, guarding the only remaining sorrow and depression, every time you gaze at the condensation of your eyes, the feather turns into a helpless bit of sorrow.

Say goodbye, I can't help but want to hug you gently, from now on, girl, I will think about you in my dreams sooner or later. The era of farewell, the reason for separation, there is always no need to tell. My dear let me see you soon, please nod your head.

Yellow, blue, white, colorless, the colors shining in the sun are so beautiful, sound, silent, the shift of the face, one day will reflect the miracle of reunion. ”

Note: "The Age of Farewell" Luo Dayou sang.

One chop the wind and the moon and let the singing, and then chop the red dust to listen to the song, the wind and the moon are boundless, roaring and roaring, roaring, (To be continued......)