A hundred stars are not as good as January. Looking at the stars, thinking about the moon, missing your family even more, how bright it is, how much waiting is for gathering, and the time is dispersed. In the beautiful time, thinking about yourself and others, but not having much analysis and judgment. On the road of words, some mistakes can always fall, sometimes sadness cannot be transformed into happiness, sometimes waiting cannot be changed into departure, and sometimes reminiscing is waiting for the tears greetings.

You stride with meteors, how fast you walk, how true you think, how true you love can bring you a deed. Think about it, and when you think about it, you can see the taste of lovesickness. Ask and ask, if you ask less, you will have more mistakes. You can't walk away, and you can't get out of the arrangement of words. If you keep thinking about it, you can't think of the beauty of the ending. When walking in the arrangement line of time, you will feel a little sad and a little dream, but you can't realize the words in your heart.

The stars move, and how much accumulation becomes lovesickness. The tears then hang in my heart. Others cannot feel it. But I can only think about other people's words, look at myself in front of me, analyze what happens later, accumulate my own judgment, wander among the crowd, accumulate my own knowledge, think about myself, ask others, not think of the gathering and separation of words, not ask about the separation of time, and walk in the wandering of love, not express my inner feelings.

Stars, lovesickness, how much effort is waiting, how much cherishment is dreaming, walking in the words, watching the wandering time, accumulating helpless self, thinking about the past path, not for others, not for yourself, but for yourself, also for yourself and for your own efforts. Even if there is no glorious scene in the future, you can say to the failed self, you have made some contributions,

The stars move, look at time and think about people, look at people think about their deeds. Although the combination of words is gathering and the analysis of time is judging, it is impossible to accumulate the beginning of tomorrow. It can only deal with today's departure, walk on the road of appointment, grasp the words of advance and retreat, grasp the deeds of proportion, and accumulate one's own understanding, how brilliant and bright, love is drifting only, giving, and emotion is lonely, and can only continue.

Xingliu left blessings, waiting to look at hope, walking on the road of appointment, pointing to the morphological conversation in my heart, speaking some words of the past, talking about the road I walked, thinking about the memories of the past, asking about the dreams of the past, but unable to stop my analysis, unable to resist the follow-up of the deeds, slowly growing in the company of thousands of scenery, accumulating my own tomorrow, and creating changes in words.

The star walks, walks in the sky, sees the inner heart, the smell of the stars, the efforts of oneself, and looks at the lonely sky, feeling the tasteless mood, how sad and beautiful, walking in the differences of words, I think a lot, sometimes I do very little, and I do a lot, but I cannot express my efforts in words, so that others can understand more clearly and see more clearly.

Looking at the stars, what you are waiting for is a change of mood. Thinking about the departure tomorrow, asking for directions, not asking your own way, asking for things, not asking your own abilities, analyzing the changes in things, judging the turn of words, unable to cope with your mood, embracing time and grasping your mood, but unable to see the brightness in the distance. Some explanations, if you cannot accept them, you will slowly forget them. Some words are easy to accept and spread in your memory line.

Waiting for the stars, what I waited for is evening, looking at the gorgeous night sky, there were more stars and more accumulations, and my efforts were also superimposed in my heart, and I had a good dream. Thinking about the turning point of my words, looking at the stars that didn’t speak, what I waited for, was it that I was waiting for the dawn, and I was not seeing the stars, and was it that I was loneliness, walking on the road of time, there was a scene of accrual, and how many words were gathered together.

Zhixing knows simple things, but analyses are noble. If you can judge the subtlety of the deeds, it is beautiful. Seeing that speaking is simple, doing what you say, and then analyzing it is very good. One step is to make an appointment, and many encounters are translated into the dawn. Sometimes forgetting cannot be responded to, and sometimes preparation cannot be changed. But your mood is still the same as before, and you have walked out of your own path, but you cannot change yourself under the words of others.

When asking the stars, the words of the stars never change, but the words of the stars still taste the same. Although this expression can be seen sometimes, it makes the stars avoid the sky. Then it comes behind the clouds, looking at their mood, thinking about the hiding of the stars, and making their mood faintly difficult to describe, but its words need to be analyzed slowly. It can only use actions to give itself knowledge, let itself understand, and there is hope.

I miss the stars, because of encounter, so I wait, and have the taste of meeting. When I see them in that sky, I can talk to them and say sad words. It does not analyze or talk about happy scenes, and it does not make judgments. I just slowly become a simple listener, walk in front of my eyes and ask in my heart. Although the encounter time is short, that scene has become a dream that I can savor for life.

Heart star, walking on the road, dreams in the heart, there are people in the words, how beautiful and wonderful, thinking about the beautiful pictures, it is really touching, waiting for the love in the distance, it is really touching, setting out for the dream, striving for the mood, changing for our own path, walking on the thousands of roads, with you, me and time, we all walk on the vertical and horizontal lines of time, and we don’t stop because of time, but because of words, we turn to the place where we once stayed.

Meteors are so beautiful and brilliant. Walking in the sky and staying in the heart, there are wandering memories on the road of memories, and how many brilliances gather in a line, walking on this road, so change, mood changes, and words change all turn into appointments because of analysis and judgment. They fall in front of you, meet in dreams, walk on the road, so the heart corresponds to the road, and so the words are bright.

As the stars gather and disperse, the separation and reunion in the heart are recalled, and the time in the words accumulates into lovesickness. One appointment is a dream, and one encounter is a road. How many dreams have come out of a real road, and how many roads have come into exchange for a wonderful dream. Love wanders, love gives, walking in the scenery of meeting, sometimes fate becomes destiny, sometimes opportunities become luck, life destiny, life time, each has its own way, and each has its own arrangement.

Dream stars, dreams gather and disperse, there are many separations and reunions, the wind and moon turn and remember dreams, and the spring and autumn farewell hooks are stacked. The thoughts are sad and wonderful, and sometimes it is difficult to stay on the road. Walking on the road, there is lovesickness and loneliness. The roads we look at each other are so far away, and the sails we are waiting for are so difficult to set sail. My dream journey and my years are in my heart. I want to be on the road, and I may not get more, but if I don’t give, I will find nothing.
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