All That Jazz

In a dream, love or not is a matter of one person, and everything has nothing to do with others! A person, the music is graceful and smooth, and his heart lies quietly in the time or gets drunk or wakes up, letting the sadness sink in the bottom of his heart, hanging happiness sweetly on his face, smiling and smiling. In the season of flying flowers all over the sky, I am glad that there is an excuse or reason for me to wash deposits in words! [Leisure of work] in the air full of sunshine, the fragrance of flowers is flowing, and missing overflows the fantastic temptation. Ask, can you put down your persistence and find yourself a happy exit, let smile remain charming; Let heart remain bright; Let dream remain romantic! Let the tears or pains of the past wither and die on the branch of time. He waved his hand, put down his heavy luggage, and quietly embellished the dream of poetry. The most sweet, beautiful and romantic dream is always burning in my heart sea, like a bird with wings of freedom, in the warm loneliness, in the sky of words, draw colorful ink incense and hang up the beautiful dreamland. The days when the clouds are flying are full of stories of flowers blooming and falling. Whether you like it or not, care about it or not, you are following the direction of the wind, walking in the wilderness of time, or the wind is light and the clouds are light; Or the wind, flowers, make your mood grow crazily every day, stay away from the floating dust, the secular world, quietly watch the clouds and clouds, let the memory write down plump and seductive, laugh at the cycle of seasons, shallow and deep, chasing the sunshine, and fly all the way. Sometimes my thoughts are gentle like the rain of flowers; Sometimes they are as elegant as Catkins, lingering, lingering and lingering as long as hazy. In the time of sitting quietly, the days of wind and rain are carefully counted, with heartbreaking or romantic plots flowing. Along the way, maybe the scenery is picturesque; Maybe the vicissitudes are wandering. Everything is like wind, rain and fog. Day by day, the sun rises, the morning dew is written, the sunset draws the sunset, and the wind and rain tell the confusion of life. In the world of mortals, how many glances, how many far and near, how many troubles, touching hands, plain ink flying flowers, like a dream like smoke, dense fragrance. There is only a touch of elegant and charming feeling left. Let go and indulge in this delicate season. In fact, life is only a journey. Only when you are happy, you will not miss the scenery all the way. No regrets or regrets. Maybe life is just saying goodbye constantly, recalling constantly; Recalling, saying goodbye repeatedly, that’s all. Looking and thinking, right, wrong, right, wrong, ups and downs, turn around, for a moment, for a lifetime. I indulged myself in words, where there were mountains, water, you, me and the true feelings in the world, which made me confused and crazy. Light and gentle thoughts like the wind, blooming and falling like flowers, flowing clouds and the feeling of being unable to speak, saying and not saying, love is the same true, love is the same pure. Zhaohuaxishi, smile still, Sujian ink, lifelike, carefully weaving lines of my soul yearning, tactfully humming. Or hundreds of flowers bloom, or hundreds of birds sing together, mountains are also green, water is also beautiful, everything flows with the fragrance of dreams, which makes me have to meet my heart and follow the words, only it knows my lovely heart. The person I love hurts me the most. If I lose my love, my heart will leave. Love me, love me the most true, heart, love turned around. Love without regret, Heart will be drunk, feeling dream flying. All that jazz. The wind also passes, the rain also passes, the fate of this life, the afterlife continues. The vicissitudes of time, a curtain of deep dreams; The prosperity is over, and the smile is sweet. Perhaps, the coming of this life is just to know each other with words. In a dream, accompany me through thousands of rivers and mountains, and seek to cross the world of mortals like a dream. Who is willing to pass? The sadness like sunset always lingers, and when I look back, I will think of people in the past and things in the past, which will break my heart involuntarily. When I woke up from a dream, some love and some care had fallen to the end of the world.

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