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A song about burying flowers asks you where the horizon is

At the end of 2010, the first snow in 2010 blocked my heart and frozen my feelings. Once wrote a lot of words for this piece of snow, wrote her purity, wrote her clear rut, wrote her cold & hellip& hellip; No affectation, no hypocrisy. There is no need to applaud, or care whether there is applause and accompaniment, but just fall and dance quietly & hellip& hellip;

Watching others laugh in the play, my heart is crying and tears flow in my heart. Let my faith and my persistence die with this tear! For a person who has really lost, he will know another meaning of cherishing. Someone once asked me: why does everyone come to the world with a fist; But when you close your eyes and leave, you give up? I told her: clench your fist because you are full of hope for the world, hoping to hold some calm, a trace of happiness, a little acquaintance and a drop of pity! The final let go, that is because the world is too realistic, the reality is almost cruel. So they were so desperate that they let go of their clenched fists and everything!

Recently, I always feel powerless to myself and life. Lonely mood and fleeting emotion gradually erode the edges and corners and erode the passion. How many sleepless nights, grinding in sad songs, intoxicated in sad words. I don't know where I am, I don't know what year I am today? Half asleep and half awake, I listened to the singing of buried flowers. Every word was sad and desolate, and the tune was like crying. This song, this tune, the mood at this time, is so similar and harmonious. " I know who it is when I bury the flowers. " In the future, my life and death are boundless; Where is the Fragrant Hill at the end of the day? The article was originally read by sihai.com http://www.4hw.com.cn/read/ , reprint, please indicate the source.

Every day after work, I pass by the community. I can always see several pairs of old people supporting each other. Sometimes speak softly, sometimes look at each other with a smile, sometimes silent. No matter what they have experienced, now they can rely on each other for the rest of their lives, which is enough to move and envy them!

When you delete all the information, close your eyes and burst into tears. A name that will be whispered in my heart every day, a person that I will never forget. If you don't like you, you can only betray your heart. Some things, some feelings, even if I travel through mountains and rivers, I can't reach the other shore and smell its fragrance all my life. Can only stop in the corner of no one, let that person slowly retreat in my fragile mind, waiting for a desolation. It's ironic to think of that moment as a treasure. Who doesn't want to have a sincere emotion? Who doesn't want to have a bosom lover? Only when I was awake did I find that all this was so far away in this era!

Who sings elegy with the pipa? Who recites the secluded Acacia into sorrow? Tap on the door of your heart, and thoughts flow into your heart like a tide. You want to say it again. A touch of sorrow, falling all over the ground, heartbroken! Quiet, quiet feelings, faint thoughts, quietly waiting, all this, I hope you know, but I don't want you to know. Hide, sometimes it's really sad. Only in the face of words, they will be so inadvertently revealed!

I don't know. How long will it take to write such words? I don't know, how long will it take? I don't know. How many more years do you have to endure such a cold night? Now I really don't know anything. Always thought that hard work will pay off. I have always believed that the sky is not an eyeless sky. However, when time passes bit by bit, looking at the vicissitudes left by years on my face, I ask myself: is it really worth it? What is life worth? Is there a standard? When the broken voice comes again, I know that all beauty collapses in an instant!

Sentimental since ancient times, hurt parting, more so, ignore the Qingqiu Festival! Even if there are thousands of customs, with whom? Often wake up in the middle of the night, and then tears roll down, and sometimes even cry softly. This is why I like being alone, don't like others to enter my world, and don't like others to disturb my thoughts. Once in a thousand years, who will untie my locked eyebrows? Fate is outside the world of mortals, but love stays at the bottom of my heart. It is difficult for me to have a good life!

Once the spring is old, the flowers fall and the people die! I always hide in the night and sing all the desolation; I always hide in the corner of no one, listening to the breath and cry of flowers; I have nothing but these. The quality of this clean come and go, do not let the dirt sink into the ditch. The extraordinary refinement is incompatible with the world. Look at this pure land, listen to a song of burying flowers, and hold a pure land of soul to bury flower souls!