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I sat on the park bench and watched an old couple hold hands as they walked slowly around the lake, their love and companionship a beautiful reminder that some things only get better with time.
Book in hand, world on pause.
Quiet walks at dusk let thoughts breathe gently, the world softening around me as the sun dips below the rooftops.
The best life is: don't envy others, don't look down on yourself, the years are quiet, never come again.
Inkstone pen fall dream, write the end of the world; Twilight blue sky, lonely melancholy. Mountain a journey, water a journey, several degrees difficult to walk; A love, a dream, from Sowan walk in the time that can not be replicated, see the clouds running water, knock on the May clear dream, tears rain, pour into the city, flooded the memories, but firmly hold the covenant. Acacia Lianyuan, condensed into a plain on the graceful eternal. Watch, will become a heart. Carefully implant the acacia heart, treasure.
With memories, life can be rich, years can be full of poetry. Indulging in memories, youth is inevitably pale, wood stone heart is also sad.
Love depends on, no day or forget, you have always been in my heart.