夜婆娑 ，弦月暗淡，虔心叩拜，旨为爱求个上上签 ，一柱香，燃起了今生绵密的渴望，凛冽的寒风，吹不熄心中爱的火焰。大殿上 ，香烟缭绕，木鱼轻敲声声嘹亮入耳 。烛火中你灿烂的笑靥，圈点出今生最美的诗篇。虔心下跪 ，佛前双手合掌顶礼，心认定，你就是我生生世世的缘。昨夜星辰 ，我的情，是桃花池旁的层层足迹，踏成的诗句 。冬月的雪 ，覆盖着桃花池美丽的风景，喊夜星辰，抛下相思 ，落在桃枝上，和冬梦的蕊芽一起。等侯春天的气息，思绪被夜色涂上一抹伤悲。往事在回忆中流阅，鸿雁从指间飞出。月色被期盼苍白了心境 ，苦涩禁不住的滑落，跌在雪地，溅出太多的烦乱 ，借杯红粱，驱除不安，我生怕 ，满街的灯火，就此失去自己的影子 。
恩难了，怨难消 ，虚空云渺渺，情难了愁难消，苍穹泪飘飘 ，潇风夜冷，漫天飞雪飘落，花已谢，人未归 ，望断天涯万重山。几度相思，几度爱恋。说是今生已无缘，何需再盼愁无边 ，莫再提，也莫再啼 。悲欢离合终有时。管他早或迟，风霜落 ，卷帘落。断肠何需三更天，沧桑往事如云烟，只留好梦缠绵 。
回眸之间 ，我忘记了秋的萧瑟，思念的花朵，在无名的季节里 ，悄然绽放，春天在柳絮中迷失。我等不及一些嫩绿，就匆忙地，把断章取义的春写进我诗的结尾。呼吸在加快着脚步 ，我的目光早已眺望着背后的星空，我要借一块天幕，遮挡阳光 ，好让我的足迹，无声无息地隐藏在泥土里 。背后的双眼紧闭，快要窒息 ，那一刻，我仰天哭泣，呼唤着属于我的远方。那一刻 我痴痴远眺 ，却不见藏在我心中的梦想。背后的双眼迷离，凝望着遥远的天际 。然而，那不是属于我的地方 ，藏匿了许久的心，捧出的却是一弯阕月。眼眶里还在打转的泪珠，已经淌过了一脸迷茫的忧伤。
前方的路途难觅，没有终点和归宿 ，谁能告诉我，那个泪水纷飞的夏季。让我与你握别，再轻轻抽出我的手 。知道思念从此生根 ，浮云白日，山川庄严温柔，年华从此停顿 ，热泪在心中汇成河流。是那样万般无奈的凝视，渡口边找不到一朵可以想送的花。就把祝福别在襟上吧，而明日明日又隔天涯 。我习惯了孤独 ，可从来没有像现在这么孑痛。在我想你的时候，突然感到自己很孤单，就像那风筝被扯断了线 ，无人挂牵；在我想你的时候 。你却无法出现在我面前，有人已经陪伴在了你身边；在我想你的时候，感觉你是那么的遥远 。我的心声，你无法听见；在我想你的时候 ，却无人关心无人怜，任愁肠入酒，愁万千；在我想你的时候 ，电话却像断了线，千拨万连却打不到你那边；在我想你的时候，多么想见你的笑脸 ，一个眼神，会使我心得安；在我想你的时候对你曾千呼万唤，只能寄乞梦里再续缘 ，也许时间颠覆了所有，所有的一切皆带着狰狞的面具。茫然，恐惧 ，不多的一点记忆，是对“很早 ”的一些怀恋。那时捧在手心里呵护的——童年 。
那么少的时间，那么短的瞬间，却超越了永恒 ，存在，还有那难以忘却的怀念，那个时代像夜一般融入黑暗。再也不能闪现她的光点 ，只剩一地的灰烬，在诉说着往日燃烧的绚烂。不多的记忆，却有着永久的思念 ，还有经历过就不复存在的流年！不用猜我用心真假 。窗外刮起风沙，雨暗自飘下，谁能感觉我的无力自拔？依然苦苦自问自答：不痛 ，我只是有点麻。
等到了今夜，我的内心只剩下伤痕，能走到这里已经是神话。那种感觉有谁懂？如果我爱你是一种错误 ，我宁愿受罪也不要去改正。如果我爱你是一种错误，我仍感谢是上天对我的恩惠 这是一种变相的惩罚 。别让我恨我自已，你快走吧，当你转身离去 ，走到我视线的尽头，我慎重地，把你嵌进一滴泪里。想象千年之后 ，是琥珀。若有来世，我必将踏遍千山万水，寻找这古老的唯一 。然后 ，把它佩于胸前。于是我不敢低头，害怕这颗泪坠落碎了你，碎了我千年的梦。有谁能告诉我 。我们是不是到处都是伤口？
当诺言变成伤人的对白 ，伤害在疼痛中盛开，一切在眼前失去色彩，世界只剩下谎言在徘徊 ，有谁，能带我离开；当誓言变成坚韧的锁链，等待吹散似水的流年，沧海和桑田各分两边 ，执着的执着变成强烈的怨念，有谁，能带我脱离宿命的怪圈；当山盟在痴醉中灰飞烟灭 ，海誓在绝美中支离破碎，爱不过是镜花水月的虚于伪，爱不过是烟消云散的血于泪 ，有谁，能带我找到那娇艳妖娆的梦寐；当最孤单时才发现陪在身边的只有我自己的灵魂，最寂寞时才知道能拥抱到的只有我自己的体温 ，最落魄的时候才知道最离不开的是左手和右手，伸出双手的时候才明白这个地方只有我一个人，张开双眼才看到这个世界只是一座冰冷的空坟 ，有谁，能知道虚伪和堕落早已埋葬了所有的单纯；当幸福和疼痛缠绵，感情与谎言牵连，沧海不再留恋桑田 ，梦在最美时走到终点，有谁，知道永远到底有多远 ，当自己被世界遗弃 ，心底只剩下通彻心扉而又撕心裂肺的孤寂，诺言迷失了自己 ，疼痛变得无比清晰，有谁，能帮助无助的我忘记；当谎言在美好中揭开 ，感情在无情中明白，幸福在真相中衰败，誓言在虚伪中深埋 ，有谁，能带我抹去那些似毒的悲哀；当回忆成为心底的暗伤，幸福成为遥远的奢望，承诺被时间遗忘 ，泪水灼伤了脸庞，有谁，能超度我心中的凄凉；当时间将海誓和山盟放飞 ，微笑遮掩住心中的伤悲，泪水伴着苦涩摔的粉碎粉碎，感情在自欺欺人中沉醉 ，有谁，能看到我坚强背后的残脆；当鲜血衬托着娇艳的玫瑰，空气流淌着红色的香味 ，灵魂在绝望中渐渐枯萎，迷雾中隐约透露出彼岸鲜花的娇媚，有谁 ，能帮助我忘记你在下一个轮回；当残忍的宿命和幸福擦肩，天长和地久成为过眼的云烟，当山盟和海誓慢慢的走向终点，许诺的永远离开里厮守的圆圈。有谁 ，能带我走向远处的灯火阑珊；当传统的社会公德迂恿交加，世界成为不理的舆论群体，我脱离了带有咸味的空气 ，仅有的一点自尊快要离体。有谁，能体会一下我那狰狞的微笑；当酸楚变成百感交加的疼与痛，私欲缠绕着熏心狰狞不堪 ，一切都汇聚成转身后的一滴泪，浑身就像鲜血的伤口未触既痛 。有谁，能告诉我是什么让我如此丧心病狂；当穷途末路时想到了回首 ，当素心将至时断了行径三益，当凶狠惹的草木花鸟惊心，当心静亦将心净时。有谁 ，能真正了解罪无本性由心造。
不经意间回眸，你撑着伞在雨中静静地等候，眼神中充满温柔，蓦然回首 ，往事一幕接连一幕浮上心头 。在相互凝望的瞬间，你我默默都无言。你可曾听得见，我的心直线下坠 ，倾刻间支离破碎。我费尽心机地为自己。寻找了一千个快乐的借口，企图用这些借口掩饰心灵深处那个令我伤心的借口 。
The night wife, the string of the strings, the heart, the purpose of love, to ask for a sign, a pillar, ignite the desire of this life, the cold wind, blow it to love the flame of love. On the hall, the cigarette is lingering, and the wooden fish is tapped into the ear. In the candle fire, your splendid smile, the circle is the most beautiful poem in the present. Delicious, the Buddha is on the top of the palm, and the heart is determined, you are the edge of my life. Last night stars, my feelings, is the layer of footprints next to the peach blossom pool, and the poems that are stepped. The snow of the winter month, covers the beautiful scenery of the peach blossom, shouting the night stars, throwing each other, falling on the peach branch, and the fludam of winter dreams. Waiting for the breath of Spring, thoughts were applied to the night. The past is through the memories, and Hongyan flew out from the fingertips. The moon color is expected to be pale, and the bitter can't slip, falling in the snow, splashing too much trouble, borrows sorghum, disappointing uneasiness, I am afraid, the fire fire in the street, I lost my shadow.
Encomfort, grievances, voids, hardships, hardships, the sky is fluttering, the wind is cold, the sky is falling, the flowers have fallen, the flowers have not returned, and the people are not returned. . A few degree, a few love. It is said that there is no reason in this life, why need you want to be angry, and you are not taking, and it is also still rather. Sadness is always in the end. Trust his early or late, wind frost falling, roller blinds fall. Why do you need a three more days, the vicissitudes of life is like a cloud smoke, just stay your dreams.
Between the returnees, I forgot the bleak of autumn, miss the flowers, in the unknown season, quietly bloom, spring is lost in the willow. I can't wait to have some tender green, I have havited, write the Spring of the Chapter in the end of my poem. Breathing is accelerating, my eyes have already looked at the stars behind, I have to borrow a darkness, cover the sun, so that my footprint is hidden in the dirt in the dirt. Behind the eyes are closed, it is necessary to suffocate, at that moment, I cry, calling for my distant. At that moment, I was obsessed with, but I didn't see the dream of hiding in my heart. Behind the double eye blur, focusing on the distant horizon. However, that is not my place, hiding the heart of a long time, but it is a bending month. The tears in the eyes are still being swayed, and it has already passed a confused sadness.
The road is difficult, there is no end and home, who can tell me, the tears flying in the summer. Let me hit you different from you, and then pose me.Hand. I know that my thoughts have been rooted, floating clouds, and the mountains and rivers are gentle, and the years have been paused, and tears are in their hearts into rivers. It is such a helpless gaze, and the ferry can not find a flower. Don't be on the blessings, and tomorrow will be next tomorrow. I am used to lonely, I have never been like this now. When I missed you, I suddenly felt that I was alone, just like the kite was broken, no one happled; when I missed you. You can't appear in front of me, someone is already with you; when I miss you, I feel that you are so far. My heart, you can't hear; when I miss you, no one cares about no one pity, Renxiang intestines into wine, hampered; when I miss you, the phone is as broken, thousands But I can't get your side; when I miss you, I want to see your smile, a look, will make me feel comfortable; when I think you, I will call you, I can only send my dreams. Renewal, perhaps the time, all, all of all the masks. It is a little bit of memory, and there are some memories of "very early". The time held in your hand - childhood.
So less time, so short instant, surpass eternity, existence, and it is unforgettable, that era is usually integrated into the dark. I can't flash her light again, only the ashes left in the place, in telling the gorgeous burning in the past. There are not many memories, but there is a permanent thoughts, and there is still a lot of flow years! Don't guess I really fake. The windows are blown out, and the rain is falling down, who can feel my weakness? Still suffering, self-answer: no pain, I just have a little numb.
Waiting to this night, my inner heart is only scarred, and it is already myth. Does anyone understand? If I love you is a mistake, I would rather be guilty or correct. If I love you is a mistake, I still thank God for the benefits to me, this is a changeable punishment. Don't let me hate you, you will go, when you turn away, go to my sight, I can't carefully, embed you into tears. It is amber after imagining the millennium. If there is an incident, I will will take the thousands of water, find this old unique. Then, take it on the chest. So I didn't dare to bow, I was afraid of this traveled, I broke my millennium. Can anyone tell me. We are not everywhere.wound?
When the promise became a whitening of the injured, it was blooming in the pain. Everything loses colors in front of you, there is only lie in the world, who can take me away; when the vows become a tough chain, wait to blow The flow of the abrupt water, the seas and Sangtian each divided into two sides, the persistent persistence became a strong resentment, who, can bring me out of the strange circle; when the mountains are flying in embese, the vow is in a beautiful and cold, love but love It is false in the mirror of the mirror, but love is a bloody tears of the smoke, who can bring me to find the beautiful dream; when the most lonely, I found only my own soul with myself, I only know when I know Only my own body temperature, I only know that my left hand and right hand, I realized that this place is only one person when I reach out my hands, I only see that this world is just one. Icy empty grave, who, can know that hypocritical and fallen have already buried all the simple; when happiness and pain are lingering, feelings and lies, the sea is no longer in Sangtian, dreaming in the most beautiful, who, who knows forever How far is it, when I am abandoned by the world, there is only a good heart, and the heart is lung, and the promise is lost, and the pain becomes very clear. Who can help me, I will forget it; Unveiled in the beautiful, the feelings are unfarest, happiness is declining in the truth, vows deeply embedded in hypocrisy, who can bring me to wipe the sadness of the poison; when recalled, becomes a distant injury Hewage, promise is forgotten, tears burns, who, can be super desolate in my heart; when the vowes and mountains are flying, smile cover the sadness of the heart, tears with bitter, crush, feelings, feelings Intoxicated in self-deception, who can see the crisp behind my strength; when the blood is lining with a beautiful rose, the air flows with the red fragrance, the soul is gradually withered, and the fog faintly revealed the charming of the flowers. Who can help me forget you in the next round; when a cruel fate and happiness shoulder, the sky and the long time become a cloud smoke, when the mountains and the vow are slow, and the promise will always leave the circle . Who can take me away from the lights away; when traditional social morality is intended, the world has become ignorant public opinion group, I have been separated from the air with savory, only one point of self-esteem. Who, I can understand my smile;Chu turned into a pain and pain, and the private desire wrapped around the heart, and everything gathered into a tears after turning, and his body was like a bloody wound. Who can tell me what makes me soperce, when I think of the last road, when the heart will go to the time, when the fierce grass flower bird is shocked, when the heart is also clean. Who can truly understand the sin.
Without the point, you hold the umbrella waiting quietly in the rain, and the eyes are full of gentleness, suddenly look back, and the past is turned around. In an instant, you and I am silently. You have been able to see it, my heart is straight, and it is branched into the broken. I am exhaustive for myself. Looking for a thousand happy excuses, trying to use these excuses to cover up the excuses of my sadness.
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