Time flies, read you as early as before

The Rose That never withers in my memory was buried in that bleak autumn. Your name, I will use a lifetime of meditation. Heaven and Earth, where, there is the warmth of expectation like the beginning, let me a piece of blue sea and blue sky? — Inscription (text: Rain Dance Alone) Now, I finally know that I am the deepest person into the dust, stepping on the steps of falling through the sky day and night, constantly looking for that period of time that has passed away and never returned. Standing on the other side of the current year, I gently wrapped the shallow wounds of the season. In front of me, maple leaves are red. However, in my heart, a snow has been rising one after another, and the whole world has Willow Branch dried up, there are still times of green; There are still times when big geese fly south and return to the north. However, are those days in my life that used to smile to warm back? The past is in tune and the memories are in tune. Maybe the meeting in this life is destined to arouse the love of the whole world. The meeting between you and me was just two tiny dust that went to a fleeting date in the red dust. After a short meeting, they flew to each other and went to the end of the world. The wind blew on my face. A red leaf glided across my brow and fell on my cheek. The edge of the barbed leaf scratched my face and hurt my heart. Oh, is this the wind blowing on the desert? At this moment, I feel like the solitary wild goose of the world, floating alone in the world of no one. I passed through the broken walls and ruins of the desert, forgetting to break the cold star of Loulan, the moon, the wind, the sand and the fall, all the thoughts were destroyed, and the only love was unwilling to fall. I stayed at the tuyere of Tuoling sound, saved an old gentleness, silently read a deep-hearted time to meet the quicksand of Mo dance, and poured down at my fingertips. Perhaps, fate is doomed, on the bank of the familiar river, there will be no more Lanzhou to urge, nor will there be the back of holding hands and relying on each other; Perhaps, fate is doomed, that river, in the future, only a slow voice will be sung, there was only a sigh in a low voice. Who exiled love and left it in the red dust? Who dusted the sky and clouds, sad a poem in the midnight? Once, in the days with you, there was no loneliness or sadness in the Dictionary of heart, and some were just endless poems of Jiangnan and endless tenderness of Jiangnan. When I met you, I was like a movie of love. I couldn’t calm my heart and breathe smoothly for a long time because I entered the movie too deeply. I can’t help thinking often: If you and I meet again, will the ending become beautiful and different? If fate is the door that can pass through? Then, can we only be the two of us from now on, waiting for happiness outside the red dust, and from then on, we will not provoke dust, ask about the world, or sigh about the desolation of the world? Everything is like an unawakened nightmare. You walked into my life gently and disappeared in my world silently. Love is like fireworks, but I am persistent. After the fireworks became so beautiful, I hid into a fan. The rose that never faded in my memory was buried in that bleak autumn. Dear, my heart is still waiting for the autumn you promised, has your heart changed the face of the season? Today, I, like a lost child, can’t tell the warm direction. Even if there are still flowers and full moon and birds and flowers in the rest of your life, how can it be perfect without your sharing? Through the past few years, the scenery on the road is countless, but I don’t care about other scenery. Because of love, lonely words are persistent only for your messy wandering every time. Although God gives me the inspiration of words, today, however, I can’t write what kind of pain a person is empty for a shadow. After all, you and I have become strangers. The ending of love is only a season of blooming flowers and sadness. Perhaps, I am a tear left by your previous life, you can’t pick it up, and the years have never dried up; Perhaps, everything is just a beautiful time once, which is the result of fate, can’t Escape or change. Once looked over the sand bank waiting for your sail to appear. Now, I have stranded my lonely mind in the land of Autumn Water, traveled on the lonely coast, silently experienced the tenderness left by the fine lines, and mourned a sad sound in front of the lonely fragments, let the waiting heart be in the rippling river, alone with the waves, alone with the feeling of being alone, make me think about the reign and Twilight. Who knows, in my world, flowers are no longer flowers, and dancing is no dance. How can I smile and smile in the future? Some people say that 45 is the angle of looking up at happiness, but now I am used to looking up just to prevent tears from falling down easily. I remember that year, on the stone bridge in Yangzhou, I was like a waterfall with green silk, white clothes winning snow, and I was lying on the bamboo xiao. In a scene of Yuanning Lanyan, I blew a lot of Misty; You, green shirt show, laugh and shine, fold willow branch lightly, dip in the clear water, and write a few deep feelings in a tree of peach blossom flying. On that day, looking at Yi Yi’s reflection in the water, I heard the Moss Haggard and the autumn wind crushed the aftersound the voice of blooming the stone bridge in my heart. You are like a wisp of smoke, scattered with the wind, faded out of my sight, I stretched out my hand to keep only a trace of melancholy, a piece of paper fell White, a lament. Therefore, I hid behind my smile and smiled bitterly in the old songs, sending all my worries to the new words and old words. Dear, I want to be a pure white lotus in your life, for you to bloom the most beautiful beauty in this life; I want to hold your hand, dance the breeze surplus sleeves, make flowers full of clothes at present, you on the other side are as far away as the moon. If you can, you really want to sing and dance unprocessed Jade to comfort you, and you will miss each other. In this life, the vast sea of people meet each other, but no one can Frends. Often rely on the season, count the traces you have been to, time flies, read you as early as before. No matter what the end of this life is, for me, it is a kind of beauty to meet you in the world, and it is a kind of happiness to fall in love with you in the red dust. Even if you are speechless, I don’t complain. Let me hold my memories lightly and comfort myself with the traces left by you in the remaining semi-que floating light. I will hold a heart lamp in the forgotten corner, waiting for you not to give up loving you. In this life, even if I wait to be pale and helpless, I would rather be stuck here, and I would like to point ink into a piece of cake, swing your sleeves into a fool and make a person’s sad one-man show. I always let myself lick the wound in the quietest and loneliest night. No one knows how my helplessness and sadness are eroded into my bones. No one knows that I love you until you are hopeless. If Naihe Bridge is not a legend, I would like to jump down and forget Chuan River, bear thousands of years of ups and downs, torture, and look forward to another result of the next life; If three-Life Stone is not a legend, I would like to cut my wrist, mark you and my name with blood, looking forward to the next life. Now, if anyone asks me: what is the greatest wish in this life? I think I will tell him (her) without hesitation that I would like to give all the good times to meet your deepest review. If anyone asks me: Which road do you want to take most in this life? I think I will answer him (her) firmly. I will only set foot on the road that leads to you. I have no choice but it. In this life, even if you leave half the world, as long as you can finally touch your fingertips, then everything you pay is worth it. I don’t know when this night is clouds. If I bow down under the Bodhi tree and pray for Buddha to be effective, I don’t want to smile all day long. I only hope that it can be converted into poems of Tang and Song dynasties, sleep between your lines and wait for the Maple Leaf to be red next year, I will definitely come back to meet you again! Your words have been ringing in my ears, but, dear, why are maple leaves red and red, but you still can’t hide it? In the Lonely Autumn, the autumn rain wet one after another the dream of Jiangnan. Look! The Moss floating in the corner wall of expose to wind and rain seems to be telling me the vicissitudes and helplessness I have experienced. I have never left the Fangcheng built by you and me. As long as you turn around, you can see that I am still waiting for you. Who can answer your heart? I walked slowly with a pious heart. I don’t know if I can move God and step out a pure and fragrant future with my careful steps? No matter how the years change, you will always be my favorite in this life and the constant theme between the lines. No matter whether you whisper or not in the future, this life is just for you. You said, I love the appearance of my long hair most, then, even if three thousand of green silk are around three thousand of bitter worries, even if it is lonely and sad, red face and thin, in this life, my long hair still has no regrets to stay for the King. Dear, I remember all the poems you wrote for me with your heart. Your words and your words have turned into glittering snowflakes falling in my life, into my bones, in my blood, you will never leave! You can never leave! Just now, I heard the news that it was snowing there, so I imagined myself as a piece of snow, swaying, hoping to fall to your chest before melting. The North, after all, is a dream in my heart. If you and I meet in the crystal world at this moment, I believe that the tenderness of the front dust will surely condense into the richest and most beautiful snowflake in this life. If there is a dream tonight, I hope there are snowflakes in the dream. I will stand alone on the ferry passing by the thin wind in a clean and flawless world and draw a picture scroll holding my son’s hand, play a constant movement and write an ending to grow old with your son. If there is a dream tonight, I hope no one will wake me up! Let me hold my memories and fall asleep in that flying snowflakes Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon… Enter June In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… The confusion of summer night I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool… Love story Lover dies, lover…

Warm light to the Sun

When the spring blossoms, I found your memory on the shabby stall along the edge. That is a glittering bracelet of Jade White, which is the only memory I have left beside you and the only memory I have for you. When the spring blossoms that year, you were still laughing and laughing around me. Your smiling face was filled with innocent and lovely innocence. I spent three seasons beside you like this. From spring to winter, I still remember your warm palms, you often put your feet on my stomach, and you often spoiled me to take you out to buy delicious food. You are as warm as light, like a summer full of spring, but you did not attack me with the heat of summer, just as warm as light, warm as beautiful sunrise, when I looked up at the sky, there was a colorful glow. I know that you are the most beautiful sunrise in the world, and you are the warmest sunshine in the world. When I first saw you, you relied on the white and Jade pillars beside the bridge, wearing floral little short dress and a milky white bow. I walked by the bridge, but I just turned around and lost my soul. What a lovely girl you are would make me fall in love at first sight. You seemed to see my embarrassment, but nodded slightly and smiled slightly, revealing white white teeth. This is the time when I first saw you, just as I miss you every night and everyday since then. I know that there are still 12 days left, which is the arrival of early spring. If there is a wonderful life in this world, I think it is every minute I can spend with you. Time flies. I saw you again after I first saw you for 12 days, just as I looked up in the warm and smoked spring light and saw the colorful sunrise. The lovely girl stood by the railing of the bridge with a radiant smile and leaned on another person’s side. What I can see is this. The colorful sunrise will eventually have a beautiful sunrise companion. I just enjoyed the beauty of the little sunrise and mistakenly thought it was the most beautiful scenery in my life. Girl, give me the most beautiful legend, give me the most beautiful warmth, give me the most beautiful sunrise, but abandon me in the dribs and drabs around me, time is like a sad and colorful ink cartridge. I just dip a little in it and want to draw the picture of you who love me most in the whole world. This is the first day of early spring. You are wearing a big red trench coat, and your lovely face is surrounded by inverted bangs. What kind of mark is that, just like the first ray of sunshine in early spring, I know, that’s exactly what makes you cute. I am your first sight, you are my destination, this is my opinion, so even if the sunrise is dazzling, I will take back your sunrise from Chaoyang. Dear girl, I would like to bring you warm and warm sunshine for the rest of my life. Dear girl, I would like to inlay your beauty into the eternal clouds. When I was praying, you suddenly turned around and saw me behind you, just a warm smile, and came towards me. Just when I was at a loss, you added a lot to my overwhelmed heart. You walked to my side, put your arms around me, and printed a gentle kiss on my cheek. In the warm spring, I met you and the dazzling sunrise. After that day, I knew your name was logiya. I knew your home was not far from my home. I knew that you liked me too, I know that there is really love at first sight in this world. Dear girl, you gave me unforgettable early spring, I want to return your warm half of life. Zan (prose editor: prose online) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon… Enter June In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… The confusion of summer night I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool… Love story Lover dies, lover…

Hold a bunch of snowflakes and move forward quietly

You, so close, so far. How I hope that you will twist a plum and insert it in my hair. In flying snowflakes, hold my hand, carry the whisper to the sun, and write the lovesickness of the red dust into another scenery. Inscription (text: Rain Dance Alone) The snow came, according to the date of the season, floating, with her dream. Snow, like a fairy with feathers, sing merrily and dance gracefully between the sky and the Earth, snowflakes falling down, and mountains and rivers that have been silent for a long time also have a different kind of flexibility. I am afraid of cold, but I love snow. Snowflakes give pure beauty and imagination to the cold winter. When snowflakes are flying all over the sky, I just want to dream back to the long days of Tang and Song dynasties, hiding in the heart of the quiet time. In the quiet and pure white years, I feel a love song about winter without sadness in my heart, on any curtain, snowflakes flying with snowflakes always have an endless charm. Standing on the white snow, I suddenly feel that the world is so simple and transparent. Pure white with Crystal Light, constantly washing my eyes and my heart, looking up at the sky, I tried to find the three-inch heaven that belongs to me, and the gentleness of the world. In the quiet corner of the world, I quietly looked at the red dust outside my heart. At this moment, all the prosperity in the world seems to have alienated me. I think the snow should come from thousands of miles away and meet me for a lonely feast. Stretch out your hand, embrace yourself, and pity yourself. I, and myself, speak softly. The world is vast, only to whom? Oh, today, I think I am a kite flying in the sky, with a line of distance to tie the past lingering picture scroll. I want to stage a Dunhuang Kweichow Moutai in the sky flying snow, Flying lightly with snowflakes, staying in the arms of my lover. Like Lotus preoccupied with strings, flowers bloom for one person. Waving amorous feelings are fragrant, and you are crazy with the King all your life. I haven’t had time to distinguish whether you fade in or out in this dust margin. Your figure has waded away like the wind. I looked back holding flowers, only for a little tenderness of the red dust, but finally it was just like the flying flower on the branch, and there was nothing to do with the gaunt scattered all over the ground with the wind. I also wanted to dust up the scene about you yesterday, no longer letting thoughts flood into disaster. However, the hourglass of memory is automatically inverted repeatedly, generalizes the gradually wet thoughts into the sadness of hongchengchi. The Moonlight is still ornate building, and the joy is no longer good. I don’t know who will read the Harp of my broken strings and the fading words after years? Finally understand, it turns out that after the intersection of two tracks, you and I will never be able to interweave, and this distance is the end of the world! Do you know? When I open at lilac every year, I always wander in every lane you walk through, not to find your appearance, but to find the fragrance you have been obsessed. Now, without your company, I have to put myself in a lonely world, listen to a sad intoning lute, and walk alone with my promise. Red Maple is over, only to use poetry to warm dreams. In my ears, it seemed that the sound of falling leaves was always ringing. In the mottled shadow of time, who could see my lonely shadow crawling on the vast Gobi Desert? Listening attentively to the sound of this snow fall, I saw that what fell in front of me was not snowflakes, but my withered heart. Jun, is it true that the sunset of the long river and the new moon of the desert border can no longer afford your memory of the encounter on the ancient bridge of Wuzhen? Is it true that the smoky rain in the south of the Yangtze River and the oiled paper umbrella in Bluestone alley can no longer affect your children? I really want to join hands as a cup, drink snow as a cup, drink up the front dust edge, and drink up the current world. In this way, maybe I don’t have to keep the sadness that I don’t want to leave, don’t worry about the glitz of the world, don’t ask the Red and clear sorrow, no longer lean against the floor and stare, break the willow in front of the door; In this way, under my fingertips, maybe I won’t dye a frame of reverse light again, the water of a book is vast. Half a note of flower fragrance can’t be kept like water and dust. When snow melts, dreams will disappear. Jun, I really want to dance lightly for a period of time when you were in the snow, but today, how can I adjust the dance steps, but I can’t dance a little charm of that day. I can’t hold time because my fingers are too wide and my time is too thin. The complex of not giving up, the eyebrow was touched by the little thoughts, and the snow curtain opened. The plot of that day was no longer reproduced and could not be reproduced. The past wind sang the sadness between heaven and earth into a song of absolute disappointment. I couldn’t jump out the rhythm of the past. I just trampled the snow and trampled the pain and felt lonely. I don’t know, in the echo of the years, can you still hear my jingle and whisper? I really dare not tell you that I still love you. I’m afraid that my heart will fly white oyster, but your heart will stop. I’m afraid that I will stare at my eyes and frown, but you will have a calm face. I’m afraid, I stood waiting for you in the flying snowflakes season, but you kept receding. Perhaps, in the future, I will be happy and faint, and the rare smile will only be a bitter rise in the corners of my mouth after drinking and drinking. Snow, still gently kissed on my face, Jun, is that the continuation of your gentleness? If the snowflake is tied to the love, can the pulse tell the king about this love? The charm of my stay in the snow is broken. Can I get a little pity and love in your dream of fragrant sleeves? In this life, I would like to plant Rose about with a bunch of snowflakes in the south of the snow dance, staring at the snow falling into mountains, standing as Amah Rock for you, waiting silently for the flowers of love to bloom. Lingering in the pure world, listening to the snow story and letting snow kiss my long hair like water. Take a deep breath, let the wind dust the sadness between your eyebrows, hold a bunch of snowflakes, and move forward quietly. I would like to I am a beautiful snowflake, a crystal clear snowflake without dyeing dust, in the vast sky and earth, gracefully dancing alone, alone, alone blooming praise (prose editor: Ke Er) Phoenix mountain spring outing After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon… Enter June In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… The confusion of summer night I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool… Love story Lover dies, lover…

The night of thinking you

The night of thinking you, I wish you could be by my side. I don’t know if your heart can change for me. The night of thinking you alone in the empty room, love and pain are entangled in my heart. I beg you to let me love you again and let love go back to the original point. On the night of thinking you, the lyrics echoed in my ears and the singing of Jamyang Dolma in my heart. Whenever we sing wild geese flying in the sky, you will dance lightly. You said you liked dancing best when you were a child. Zoma’s deep voice brought me to that warm and sweet time. During that time, you were warm, and you would receive a text message greeting like a poem in the morning. At noon, you would call me to tell me where you are and what you are doing, as if I am your boss, reporting your whereabouts at all times; Late at night, you are my alarm clock on time, reminding me that it is time to go downstairs to pick up the child. When it rains, I will receive your advice to add clothes. Before going out, I will receive a call from you telling me the route to walk. When driving, I will tell you to fasten your seat belt; waiting in the car when it gets dark, you will tell me to turn off the lights. Your care and love are always with me and everywhere. The night of thinking you, I am used to wearing the golden coral fleece homewear you gave me, and I am lazy and idle, leaning on the sofa, flipping countless text messages you sent me that only belong to me, looking at the time of every text message, thinking about the sweetness and care of that time, thinking about the dribs and drabs we used to have, thinking of those moonlit evening, the path of the campus we walked hand in hand, the Weeping Willow on the side of the road, the figure we snuggled in weeping willow. You said that men can’t give women handbag in your hometown, but I am tired and you will carry me for a ride. When eating, you said, today you came to accompany me to eat. This is your fifth meal today, so the table is full of things I love to eat. You sue me and grab it with your hands, you are really used to this problem. You are used to eating with your hands. Once I ate hot pot, my hands were burnt. I will send you a text message. You tell me, cold compress, mongolian doctors can cure everything. The night of thinking you, tears have slipped quietly, thinking of all kinds of thoughts during the day. When shopping, you will think of your waiting and company in the mall; When eating, you will think of the pig-killing dish, the sour and spicy rice noodles, and the essence in the rice noodles that we never tire of eating, you will always pick it out and put it in my bowl; Listening to the news on the radio every day, the slow black water and Xiao Xiao red-the movie Xiao Hong, whose theme is our favorite writer, will be premiered, I hope you can accompany me and feel our favorite together. The day before the opening of Kaide square, we wanted to find a western restaurant near there. You said that you like western food and the casual self-service Western food, but it really didn’t. Now there are many Chinese and Western restaurants, every time I walk through that Starbucks, the fragrant coffee floats all over the hut, and my feelings for you remain the same. I don’t know when to continue the front, let me tell you my thoughts. Miss you night, my heart is shaking, the night of thinking you my tears are flowing, the night of thinking you know what missing is, the night of thinking you know what pain is, who will listen to me when you night…… Zan (prose editor: prose online) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon… Enter June In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… The confusion of summer night I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool… Love story Lover dies, lover…

Fold a peach branch and give it to whom

March peach blossom, romantic and poetic. Choose a bright spring morning, make an appointment with someone you want to make an appointment with and want to see, and go to the place where peach blossoms bloom to bathe in fragrance. Text/listen to the rain against the window The Book of Songs cloud: Peach Blossom, scorching. Every spring, light flowers are stained with charming pink, bringing a gorgeous dress to spring. Flowers bloom in March and flowers bloom in April. At this time, peach blossoms are facing the breeze of early spring and gradually blooming. I walked slowly towards a nearby peach garden. In a trance, there seems to be a gentle fragrance blowing on my face. When I was young, peach trees and apricot trees were planted in every yard. When I was a child, the most direct feeling that spring brought us was the second blooming of these beautiful flowers. Some branches full of peach blossoms are often folded, inserted into glass bottles and placed in front of a simple desk. For the age of material shortage, the spirit is particularly abundant due to these small grass flowers. It is also the flowers that all these families have, so they have the names of their childhood friends: spring peach, ginkgo, spring flower, and their mother did not fall into this convention, I chose a relatively elegant word as the name Xuan, Nepenthes. No matter how colorful the flowers are, they are not always blooming; Although the grass is light, it is evergreen. I think this is what my mother wants me to be different from them. However, I secretly changed my name and got close to them, just because the surrounded pink was full of branches, which made people intoxicated. The Peach Blossom complex in childhood spread the breath of spring due to its attractive color and fragrance. Now, stepping into this large piece of peach blossom forest, it is to find a quiet place and let the body and mind rest in the nature. This peach garden happens to be on the hillside, and it is still a long way away from the village. Bypassing the village, road slope up and looking around, peach blossoms are so bright, fresh and full in the hazy spring. Willow chivalrous color, peach blossom a Yuan Fang. The wind blows into the curtain, only the fragrance of clothes can be provoked. Intoxicating peach blossoms bloom in the breeze, the fragrance of flowers overflows, the mountain is no longer silent, and the water is no longer crooning. I remember that I once read Tao Yuanming’s “Peach Blossom Spring”, and there was such a sentence: when the peach blossom forest suddenly happened, hundreds of steps were taken on the bank, there were no Miscellaneous trees in it, the plants were delicious and the fallen petals lie in profusion. So far, it is still bustling in front of us. When touching this peach blossom forest face to face, I felt the flow of clouds dancing on the hillside. Step by step, it seems to enter a fairy tale world, which is full of clouds and clusters, red dazzling, fragrant intoxicating, and romantic pink fog. It is like Rouge point dyeing, and the color is like a glow, rendering the hillside extremely romantic and charming. Just drunk, almost ignored a hut in the Peach Garden. I wonder if I would walk out of a country girl with peach blossom and lend me a bowl of water? Thinking about laughing, I am not a scholar of green shirts or a talented person Cui hu. How can I meet the woman who borrowed water? When I was a child, my father took me to watch the local opera “Peach Garden borrow water”. I didn’t know the content of the play. I only knew that there was a very handsome scholar, I asked for a bowl of water from a beautiful sister with peach blossom, and then it disappeared. Always ask Dad what happens later? Dad said that later the scholar went to Beijing to take the exam and came back to see her again. It was already the next spring. What about this beautiful sister who disappeared? They don’t know either. When I grew up, I read the Tang poem “The capital Nanzhuang”. Last year, in this door today, the peach flowers on the face are red. People don’t know where to go, peach blossoms still laugh at the spring breeze. It turns out that there is a source to see the play when you know it. Cui Hu, a young scholar, did not succeed in the exam. During the Qingming Festival, he visited Nanzhuang, a suburb of Chang’an, and walked to the door of a farm where peach blossoms were blooming. A beautiful girl came out and received him warmly, each other left an unforgettable impression. When the tomb-sweeping day came back the next year, the courtyard was closed. The girl did not know where she was. Only the peach blossoms were still blooming in the spring breeze, and the scene increased melancholy. Here, my heart still has a slight melancholy towards peach blossom. Romantic and beautiful love also has such and such regrets. If the woman in the Peach Garden did not leave, would she have a good relationship? I have always been emotional, and if things are like this. How I hope that the flowing clouds in the deep part of Taoyuan will no longer fall; How I hope that the woman who borrows water will be promised a lifetime of peach blossom love. I can’t hear such stories, and I often feel heartbroken. I think love will also hurt to the extreme when it is beautiful to the extreme. It is precisely because of the disappearance of human face that there is a good story from ages to ages. What is often used as a specimen is either beautiful to the extreme, or bitter to the extreme. I am eager to pretend to be a deep love, but I am afraid that I can’t afford such bitterness. In the end, I am just a layman. I want to live a layman’s life, which is simple and accompanied all my life. This March, peach blossom is still as bright as before. Besides me, there are several young couples on the hillside. They take photos in the Peach Garden. Occasionally, the host will come out to say hello, but it is not the woman in my mind who has a peach blossom face, he is an elderly uncle. Simple and honest, without lack of enthusiasm, you can use a bowl to serve it automatically without borrowing water. But I am not in the mood to drink it, because it is also a bowl of water, but I am intoxicated in the missed love. The Peach Blossom is blooming, and I am outside the heart of the peach garden. Is it just because of a missed love? You didn’t borrow water. You only met me occasionally in your eyes, and then you had the hazy affection of borrowing water from the peach garden. Perhaps, you are smarter than Cui Hu, leaving a number, an empty city close to each other. In fact, it is just a string of numbers, but I regard it as the spring in my life. Today, I don’t want to be remembered in the Peach Blossom Forest, for fear of touching the scenery thousands of years ago again and increasing sadness.. Just gently fold back a peach branch and write down two words with heart: giver. If you have a clear heart, can you invite me next year when peach blossoms bloom? Zan (prose editor: prose online) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon… Enter June In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… The confusion of summer night I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool… Love story Lover dies, lover…

Feel the days of early spring

The spring outside the window has been kicked off by the green of XINGX points. The Heart of longing for spring is no longer willing to stay at home and hide in dreams. Instead, it walks to the land of early spring with a yearning for spring, all things wake up, although it is XINGX dots of green, it can also wake up our desire for spring! Every time I pass by this season, I will stop, look at the grass in front of me and listen to the sound of spring. At first, I didn’t really understand the meaning of spring. However, as time goes, the memory of spring accumulated again and again in the journey of my life. When I grew up, I still missed my own spring for a long time. I gradually felt that when this spring came, in the face of that life, the Green throb of spring! Man is one of the most curious animals. However, with the growth of age, it is impossible to satisfy the wishes of each of us in the melting pot of society. Therefore, the curiosity of the past was gradually wrapped up by the lost time, thus being replaced by numbness and indifference. At this time, people were almost no different from walking dead. They looked at others laughing and listened to others shouting, but I can’t be happy! Perhaps for this reason, I really feel the throbbing of the little green in early spring in my heart again and again! Maybe only at that moment did I really feel my heartbeat and my existence! The spring in the North seems to be a few beats slower than the spring in the South. Unlike the spring in the south, it is much faster than the spring in people’s dreams. However, the spring in the north originally originated from dreams, until the Earth is green, spring is the time when life is in full bloom. Look at those Earth-breaking tender shoot, which exudes the strength of life in the warm sunshine. Maybe we will be caught by this green bud and the shadow of our walking, however, who can experience the hardships of this weak life at the moment of breaking the ground? Therefore, in this season of blooming life, I feel a little respect for those green in early spring! A plant like this, a person, a belief, also need this! Entering the spring, the heart that once fell asleep began to be awakened by the wind of this spring. Coming out from the spring of the impression, walking in this familiar day, I actually felt that I missed a lot. Recalling the past, how many gorgeous flowers wither before your eyes? How many green grass are turning around and withering? Why did the child left in his heart become an empty cradle in the long river of time early? The throb of this early spring told me that my heart should always move towards the future. If everything is unpleasant and disappears, let it become the kindest nostalgia in our hearts, right? Heavy heart is gradually replaced by this attitude of advocating happiness in life. I think that in this spring, the heart buried deep by dust is gradually waking up and reviving! Write some words for this spring, isn’t it a reward for this spring? Spring outside the window has gone for a journey. Willow leaves grow green. Under the spring breeze, Wicker is graceful, as if a beautiful bride is about to walk to the sedan chair, delicate and delicate, holding the man’s love! Although willows are one of all things in this spring, the gentleness of nature has touched many literati and prostitutes: just like the poem we know well: Spring City has nowhere to fly flowers, cold food, Dongfeng tamerix oblique; if you want to get wet with clothing, apricot rain will not be cold on your face. The spring breeze is too busy to give birth. The layman with long lace willows witnessed the Spring Willows outside the window and was caught by a tender feeling, how can I lack Liu’s words when I write about spring and spring? Because of different circumstances and life experiences, we can no longer write ancient poems. However, how can we avoid it? If we do this, isn’t it unfair to the spring in front of us? Since entering this spring, why don’t we carefully read every note in this spring? Why don’t we truly walk our dreams in the wind under this reflected willow tree! There are too many messengers in spring, including spring breeze, spring color, Spring Willow, spring flower, spring bird, Spring Mountain, spring water and Spring Dream walking in this spring, I don’t know, I will pick up some words lost in the past in this spring. However, I believe that with a positive and optimistic attitude towards life, even if nothing is achieved, I believe, those footprints of spring are the most real nostalgia of my life journey! Spring breeds our hope. If there is a spring rain, the seed of hope will grow like crazy! I was born in the countryside in the 1970 s, and I had a preference for the spring season. At that time, my family life was very difficult. When we went to school or spent a week, we would dig wild vegetables on the shore of the ground in twos and threes. Thinking about it, my heart was still happy. Although the life at that time was a little hard, the happy search when we dug wild vegetables together left me deep thoughts. Nowadays, life is getting better gradually. Now children no longer have to dig wild vegetables, do farm work and take the responsibility of life as early as we do in spring. Similarly, can today’s children still have the happiness of spring? Yes, the same season, the same life, where are our children missing now? Spring decorated my words, and can my words decorate your mood? I don’t expect to give you much, I think there is a certain point that is beneficial to you and I am satisfied! Spring is coming, the day of entering our life, entering our words again! 2013.3.18 Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon… Enter June In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… The confusion of summer night I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool… Love story Lover dies, lover…

When love is a thing of the past

The north wind blew in from the window, a shiver. You are far away from me. Time goes by, leaving only a faint memory. Inscription cold winter and cold moon, there is always a trace of desolation, but also a person’s season, can only love yourself. The winter sunshine is always so short, leaving a little warmth but setting down in a hurry, which always makes people have deep expectation and attachment to it. Occasionally free, like riding around the lake with friends, you chase me and enjoy the beautiful scenery of nature all the way. In winter in southern China, flowers still bloom. Tired, fall asleep and look up at the blue sky and white clouds. Looking at the projection of the sun passing through the fingers, everything is so quiet and calm. In his spare time, more time is spent alone quietly, making a pot of good tea and reading a good book, not noisy or noisy. Enjoying the afternoon sunshine, leaning against the window quietly recalling those little things that belong to me and you. Suddenly the red rain was pouring, and the mind was lost. Fragments occupy memories. Sweet, bitter, and more painful. If you are just like the first sight, why should you leave with sadness? If you have never met, why should you be unforgettable? If you have never held hands with you, why should you feel sad all your life. The beauty is getting far away, but it is hard to forget. Think of our dribs and drabs, as if everything happened yesterday. Especially envy those love from one to the end, envy those love who know how to insist. But we can never go back to the past, and we can never hold your hand and walk together. My friend said that I was born romantic, living in fantasy, and believed in those young and frivolous people who swore to make promises and held their hands. My friend said, don’t be silly. It’s time to grow up. There is no grass in the world. Why love a flower alone. Besides, that flower no longer blooms for you. I have always advised myself to let it go, but love is so deep and true that it is easy to forget. The snow in December decorated the Earth, but I still repeated the monotony of 3.1 lines. My friend said on the Internet that she was going to get married and told me that the groom was introduced. Although there are only two simple words, what brings me is surprise and heartache. Once we were so in love, we once said that no matter any wind or rain or difficulties, we would face them together, but we would overcome them together as far as possible. We once said we would raise children together and grow old together. But now I am not the one holding you when entering the palace. She said, we used to be so romantic, drinking red wine and listening to elegant music. From then on, I dare not drink again, because I don’t know if I will shout out your name hysterically after getting drunk. When hearing these words, tears rolled in his eyes. I was wondering if I would shout your name when I was drunk. At that time, I was laughing or crying, or perhaps laughing and crying. Memories are still there, but things are different. Occasionally I will walk on the tree-lined path where we used to walk together, the familiar trees, the familiar stone bench and the familiar stony path, but without your company and your laughter, without you. You can’t imagine how disappointed the I am is at this moment. I always imagine that you will appear in front of my eyes. Even if it is just a few words words, my heart will be much more calm. My friend said, forget it, she no longer belongs to you. Yes, after the two straight lines intersect, they will only get farther and farther. If I knew it would end like this, it would be better to be two parallel wire that never intersect. Quietly listening to Zhang Guorong’s “when love is a thing of the past”, listening to listening to tears streaming down my face. You once said that separation is not necessarily a breakup, but for the next better meeting. Years goes by after saying goodbye, we don’t know when to meet again. The past remains in the wind, and the love for you is deeply buried in my heart. Although I am just a passer-by, I always put you in my heart, because I once Aquacome you. On a cold night, the north wind is cool alone, tears are hazy, passing by in a hurry, and love has become a thing of the past. Zan (prose editor: Ke Er) Phoenix mountain spring outing After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon… Enter June In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… The confusion of summer night I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool… Love story Lover dies, lover…

At the beginning of July, put a rose waiting for you.

On the seventh day of the seventh day of Xiaoai, the moon was not round, and the autumn wind was cool with rain. Standing at the end of the change of four seasons, I looked at the return date of the beautiful woman. However, the thin moon leaned against, and no one missed. Under the fence, a late flower trembled down the cold beads full of petals in the wind, and the geese that made the South look back frequently. The slow wings are the scenery that will never return this autumn. I stood in the posture of Wangxiang. The rain turned gently in the hair rather than falling down. The thin cool I felt was the signal from the season, the dead leaves floating to me, fixed within my sight, once a pulse clearly said goodbye to life. I held out my hand and went on it. A little cold stretch through the lines in the center of my palm, which stopped in my left chest and turned into trembling palpitations. Some people say that my lifeline is very long and my affective line is very short. I don’t have to think about it before I know the desolation of my life. Who would like to accompany me to see the spring coming in autumn year after year, and who would like to spend this lunar July 7 with me. I prepared a rose and put it under the locust tree passing by the autumn rain. I just didn’t want to let her wither quietly before you came. Autumn Rain is spiritual. I know that when I am still entangled with the separation and the length of time, a drop of rain makes me awake. Therefore, I like the autumn rain. The drizzle is hazy, and I gradually feel the clothes, with an umbrella, standing on all paths where the green is no longer green, bending forward, under the rugged humidity, the summer worm has already stopped ringing, I heard the groans on the top of the umbrella, like the footsteps of a woman with light vines, as fine as silver, and as clever as immortals. I slowed down my steps, fearing that the trace of the autumn wind was coming. The Rose was still under that tree, but it was covered with withered yellow, which was everywhere in my arms, it is a lifeless life, you should know it? I gently brushed her away. It turned out that those gorgeous valves also changed color, just like sick people, miserable White. But you still haven’t come back. The person who said that my love line was very short also told me that her lifeline was also so short. I said, I don’t believe it. I just want to stand in the position of looking forward to the countryside. That is the direction of autumn. I know that you have not left. Otherwise, how can I hear the wind. She said that you just leave the wind and snow for a while, and the next flower will come back in bright spring or next. I always believe it is true, just as I firmly believe that flying butterflies must love the smell of flowers. Therefore, I put a rose in July, waiting for the reappearance of life. You tell me that when the corolla of the tree is gone, if you don’t return, the spirit will fly. I was sad, hiding in the small world of umbrella, it rained quietly, covering my face with the sound of ticking. After all, I still saw you. I saw a trace of wandering soul dancing in my sky on the path full of Deadwood pavement. Under the autumn sky, the clouds made of rain drifted away quietly. At the beginning of July, you still left, leaving a fragrant rose under the tree and a lonely me in the rain. Zan (prose editor: prose online) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon… Enter June In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… The confusion of summer night I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool… Love story Lover dies, lover…