Traditional Culture Encyclopedia - Lucky day inquiry - Flowers bloom and fall, but eventually they will wither.

Flowers bloom and fall, but eventually they will wither.

When your love meets our friendship, in an instant, all the trees of friendship wither, and the nutrients lost in the warm sunshine have become the source of your love. I once sighed. However, I am willing to give you my life and grow with you all the way. When you come back, you will use the last shade to open a sky for you and return to the embrace of friendship. Even for the last time. -inscription

Some things are doomed. How can someone keep it and never go back? Finally realized the true meaning of "Dajiangdong is gone forever". It's like the ticking of time every day, but I can't go back to yesterday. I have never been like the friendship between you and me, drifting away with time as the axis. I turned my back and was in tears.

Our years of friendship can't compare with her appearance. Is the so-called love too powerful?

Looking at your figure from a distance, I turned around, holding hands under the cherry tree, passing through the crowd and snuggling away. Fate makes you know each other from the beginning, then meet, talk, fall in love, and then fall in love now. Friendship should give way. I always thought I could have it both ways, but now I am born in front of me, and I am relieved. I still need to give up my life for justice.

You have gone too far. If you are worried, who can talk to me and correct the shortcomings? Since the double ninth festival, who will accompany you and tell the world, who will lament the kindness; On an auspicious day, who will raise a glass and touch it, who will say good luck; At midnight, who will say that it is quiet and good to stay for a while, and who will think a lot about the starry sky; Ocean currents drift at sea, who will suffer for me? It has come a long way. I just hope everything will be all right and take care of myself there. Don't let the years turn white, and don't let geese fly in the season, standing in the dark waiting for good news; If you come back, remember to bring good wine. I will get drunk in the pavilion and tell the story of the past.

Pick up a bookmark and remember our past. Who once said, to be friends for life, never leave; Who is it? Who swears on a cold rainy night? Today, it seems that all this will disappear in the sea of people. My vision is so big that I lost it in the end. How can I find that person? At the beginning, I vowed that it was not worth a love letter after all. Every time we meet, we go far in shouting and singing. The afterglow of the horizon is still there, and the geese are returning. It turned out that it was buried by the coming night. At first, it was amazing, but it never happened.

Someone, may you be safe in her world There is no such thing as a banquet that must come to an end. There is no need to make a few wishes. Everything, once, once. Just like this, I hope you will plant the seeds of love diligently in the flower season and wait for the flowers to bloom, even if it is a flash in the pan, and never regret it. Never know how to cherish, but never have it.

This should be a beautiful moment in name only. Customs are strange, but who said that?

I hope you won't come to that moment: there are no graves in the mountains, no rivers to exhaust, thunder and lightning in winter, heavy snow, harmony between heaven and earth, and no separation from you.

When your love meets our friendship, it is also how strong and fragmented our friendship barrier is. A gust of wind blew away. However, the ripples are still there, which proves what happened.

After four cycles, the flower tree opened and fell. Once stood up to the wind and rain and worked hard. Finally disappeared in the change of time. My withered and wandering life and many beautiful dreams left in such a hurry, leaving passers-by with a sigh and expectation to reopen.

Loneliness reveals the quiet bamboo forest. Finally, I understand that the four generations have experienced vicissitudes and the stars have moved several times. I hope I can't go back in time, just like a blooming flower. After the flowers fall, they will wither. After all, I can't go back.