September 2019 Blog Posts (14,370)

Recall that if this thing smells Newport 100S, it is the fragrance of camphor, sweet and steady, like remembering the distinct happiness; sweet and awkward, like the sorrow of forgetting. - Who is Zhang Ailing? In the autumn night of the stranger in the Hengjiang River, I don't know the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus, and ignore the mellowness of fine wine. It is such a paranoid way to say a poem with a unique charm--the moon is the…

Life is like grass, fate is like a knife, no matter how fate is arranged, I think: We must learn to smile and be proud - this is an attitude towards life. Who sang the black elegy, who is watching the white village, my mercury, my fireworks, and the hillside I covered with the tail; the lively wind, the lonely people, the clear soul of the Chinese. Treating life I think life is lively and sad. As the four-dimensional said: "Youth is a bright sorrow." According to my understanding, although…