My heart will be waiting for me to walk with the past in the rhyme of words.

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…

Those years, those feelings

I have been watching the program “if you are the one” all the time, or I still have a vision of love, or I want to understand something from it, or I am singing like the theme of the program: one step forward is happiness. Step back is lonely. Step back to see more clearly. Love can’t be unclear. Yeah. How can love be unclear! Just like my first love in the green onion era, although there was no result, it was still full of good memories. We are classmates who graduated from grade 5 to junior high school and have been deskmates all the time. I still remember that she always wore a black round dot coat on a white background. Although it is very old, it is very clean, with two long twist braids, laughing like the wind chimes, crisp and pleasant. The happiest thing every day is to do eye exercises in her Oriole-like password. I can’t help opening my eyes to see her serious appearance. Her small face like an apple and a pair of big flashing eyes watched each of our classmates. I quickly narrowed my eyes into a crack, pretend to do it seriously, that is, at that time, it was those eyes. Those eyes like Lake water deeply reflected my heart because I had been living in school. Her home is close to the school. Every morning she would tell me the TV she watched at night. I remember that it was “desire” that swept the whole country in the second grade. She said that the hero in it was kind, hardworking, not afraid of hardship, and good to his wife. I immediately said that I would be good to my wife. When you grow up, you should be my wife. She was flushed with red face, grabbed the book and hit me. I stood up and ran away. She was chasing her teeth behind, and I immediately said joking. How dare I marry you? You are so fierce. Hi, everyone laughed. Later, she put the eraser in the middle of the desk and wrote me the details of the questions I couldn’t know on the scratch paper. Goodbye she was on a fair, she helped her mother. Because in the crowd, I only heard her say to an acquaintance: it is much better now. I can only lie on the bed when I just came back. It’s still like a silver bell, still so bright, still so sunny. At that moment, I was moved to tears. Because we only met several times after graduation. Although we talked about everything every time, we didn’t talk about the topic of love. Later, I heard that she went to a good factory in the South to work. I think she must come back this time because of her mother. What a kind and filial girl, isn’t this Zhang Huifang from desire? I walked up and she saw me. A little surprise flashed through my eyes. We found a place for her mother to sit down together, as I expected, because her mother was too ill and money was not the only solution. She wants to take care of her mother by herself. When she said this, she couldn’t see any depression or pessimism on her face. At that time, a warm current suddenly flowed in my heart, which was so warm and happy. A year later, I went to the south and wrote to her for the first time. In fact, I didn’t know the specific address of her home very well, but just wrote the approximate address. Maybe it was really fate. Her neighbor just had a letter. She received the letter. Seeing her enthusiastic reply, I was elated and excited to sleep all night and wrote a reply overnight, in the letter, I expressed my admiration for her. You are as pure and beautiful as the pigeons flowers in the mountain, as perseverant as the peaks in Zhangjiajie, not excited or inferior. Thank God for letting me know you. Although we are separated from each other now, as long as I think of you, I feel that I am the happiest person in the world, I love you. I can’t wait to go to the Post Office to send it by Express. Three days later, she also sent a reply by express mail. Leek blossom and fine Velvet. If you have a heart, you are not afraid of being poor. As long as the friendship between the two is good, the cold water makes tea gradually thick. I went to the telephone booth to call her immediately after work. I used the boss’s landline in the hall without a place, telling my love loudly, sing this song, which represents the love of our local families, loudly. I didn’t care about the surprised eyes of people in the hall at all. It seems that there are only us in the world at this moment. From then on, a letter of express passed on our lovesickness, and the phone call once every two days told us that we were old and desolate. At that time, it was the time when “return to Pearl grid” was in full swing, we swear that we must be like Xiangfei and her lover: You are the wind I am sand, the wind blows, and the sand flies like Ziwei and Erkang: The mountain has no Ling. Heaven and Earth dare to decide. At that time, we all believed that we would hold our hands and grow old together. A year later, she learned to have a haircut and opened a barber shop. She asked me to come back to take care of it with her. I felt young and energetic: I am man, how can I let her be my boss. There are more quarrels between us. Later, she heard some rumors from her classmates that she had a boyfriend. I questioned her. She was very angry that she had it. I hung up the phone without saying anything. In the following days, I was in a trance, just like a walking corpse, but I didn’t contact her stubbornly. I would rather cry secretly alone, I won’t tell anyone if I lose 15 Jin a month. She came to a letter, saying that everything was misunderstood. There were so many people in the barber shop every day, and it was inevitable that a girl opened a shop with rumors. I don’t believe it. No reply. At that time, I stubbornly thought that everything would pass soon, and I would have more perfect love waiting for me. Now ten years have passed, and I met her by accident when I came home last year. She just got married. When we talked about those years, she said very seriously: I have been waiting for you. I said sorry with a smile and difficulty. I have experienced feelings over the years, but the most unforgettable thing is that first love. I know she has been engraved in my bone marrow because I am young and frivolous, even young and ignorant. I don’t know what it means to cherish and let me miss such a good person. Now think about it, in my subconscious mind, I am not waiting for her to come back to me. The day before yesterday, I received a text message from her: The past cannot be returned, so let him stay in our memory and treasure it forever. Life has to continue. Yes, love it when you love it. Keep going. The next step is happiness, right? Hey. But it must not be like those things in those years, which are not clear. Zan (prose editor: Yue ran) 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…

I look for you QbAidu, sunrise to Twilight

Loneliness is hearing a familiar name and thinking of some stories accidentally; Loneliness is the shadow passing by me, smiling and telling me deja vu. I don’t know when I started, thinking of loneliness and loneliness will connect to myself. The past can not be forgotten, but must be put down. Otherwise, I am afraid that this life will be associated with loneliness. All my life, I have to stay in this wounded city. Face, not necessarily the most sad. Loneliness is not necessarily unhappy. I think I will put my hands together and pray silently for you in the lonely days every day. If you can’t have it, then forgetting should be the best choice. One’s life can’t let the short fragile life carry too much load. It is not only us, but also life. If we carry too much, we will be tired. No matter how beautiful the scenery is between you and me, I can only enjoy it for a short time, and I am afraid that I can no longer stop for you. Because I have waited enough for the opening and falling of Miles peach blossom in the third life. Waiting for a while, I just turned around again and again in the circle I drew. If I can make you happy all your life, then I am willing to ask for each other in Buddha front. If I can make you warm all the time, then I am willing to wait slowly on the road. If I can never give up in this life, then I am willing to rub shoulders with you for tens of millions of times and only ask for holding hands. It is said that everyone has a problem. The more he likes, the more he likes to bully him. Do I dare to bully you? I am not afraid of your leaving, just afraid that you are farther away. Once upon a time, in a short period of time, we thought we loved someone deeply. Later, we realized that it was not love, it was just lying to ourselves. A lie, it can be said that half a month and a year, it can also be said that one life and three lives have deceived everyone, that is, they can’t deceive themselves, because only they know whether they are happy or not. Love is like a dream, and it is sent one journey after another in the bottom of my heart. It is like rain, and the deep love in this life is endless. It is like a dream, like rain, and there are flowers and moon. Isn’t this the essence of love? At the same time I like you, I also fell in love with Xu Song’s songs and the books of autumn night. Recently, love “QbAidu”: Guan Wai wild shop, fireworks, how do guests sleep? Who will add two pieces for me? Three or four more snow, the wind does not decrease, blowing overnight. It’s just poor, thin horse is not easy to rest. How many months have you been dreaming? How many years are you awake? The past is bleak, with shallow feelings, both hands are bound. Partridge is clear of resentment, can hear, can’t fly back to the front. Who will expose the old couplet red faded ink residue? I find you QbAidu, sunrise to Twilight. I am ups and downs, I find you QbAidu, and I am one year old. But you are never there, the lights are dim. Love is also deep, love is also deep, Yi Ren does not know the truth in his dream. The rain is cold at night, and the dream is cold. Yi Ren doesn’t know the dream. Hate or resentment, it is already yesterday. The past has passed, and naturally those who can’t go back can’t go back. Rolling in the red dust, love is like a dream, like a flower dying, but the flow of water is in a hurry, put a don’t forget, plant a corner of the heart. Let it take root and Sprout, stay in my heart until I die. You can’t catch the back of your departure, leaving only the warmth of the past, as if you were separated. It seems that you, who should be the most passer-by, occupy such a heavy position in my heart. Even though this time is like a stream of water, I can’t stop my deep attachment and dependence on you. Someone is constantly falling in love with others and being loved by others. What he loves is himself that he can see in anyone; No matter how big the world is, it is not a big heart. No matter how far it goes, it is not a dream. I look for you QbAidu, sunrise to Twilight, a ladle of rivers and lakes I ups and downs; I look for you QbAidu, another year of prosperity, but you are never in the dim light. 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…

My thoughts-I am a very stupid child

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…

You and I blossom through flowers

There was a weak breeze in me, and the slowly swinging circle was my lovesickness along the way, missing how thick, like the autumn scenery. I stood at the end of the path, full of red blossoms and green willows, who told me that when spring came, looking far away, you would stand in a hazy place, little by little, gently and profiting, I saw your rising smile left in the rain. I was a little obsessed. I put my finger on a drop of undried water drops and sucked gently. There was also a flowing look of me in the wind and dust. Just like I never left like this before, I scattered the seeds with your body fragrance along the way when you passed the grassland, and then watched them develop prosperous lovesickness in the coming year. With the cycle of four seasons, gradually rich. Sometimes I still meet you in endless dreams, dreams are boundless, I stretch out my hand to see how many years have ever come, forget my annual rings, only you, A smile opened my confused journey. When I was with you, there were bright moon stars behind me. I was in your shadow and you were in my world. Most of the time, I was in the Jiangnan Alley. Green slabstone reflected the halo of history. Apart from the sad Plum Blossom Festival and your fleeting shadow, I still looked like a fossil thousands of years ago, standing on the top of the mountain facing the wind and the rain, watching you carrying high heels, the foot Bell resounded through my heart in my world, moving away from me step by step. I remember one day when you left, I saw you at the bridge at the cliff, looking happy. You said you would hold my hand and move forward, so I would be just like you, live our sweet life, I stretch out my hand, step by step, timidly like meeting you at the beginning, the nerves of the left body tremble slightly, how beautiful the clouds flow, you said, let’s go, I was confused to see the flowers bloom and fall with them, but I knew it was a very beautiful world. However, I can’t. Those flowers are just in the air flow between the two mountains. You are laughing there. I can only stand on the dream edge with ordinary dust and can’t move forward. So, you cried, the sound of sobbing began to rain, dripping, dreaming back at midnight. It is not far between us. You are within my reach, just waiting for me to reach out and say it is not close. You are in a trance for thousands of miles, but can’t hold you in your arms, I was attached to your warm feelings, just like those birds leaving love spring very much. For a long time, you don’t want to go, I don’t want to go. However, this is the case in the secular world. When someone cried, someone laughed. You said, you are leaving, I did not insist on staying. At that time, it was heavy snow, and I left deep and shallow in the flat snow, no one knows how much youthful glory I have lost on that road, and no one knows how far the Trace has stretched. When I look back again, you have been heading in the opposite direction of our breakup, never looking back, the vertical and horizontal ditch is the last letter you left me. I just read silently and then feel sad silently. In that space, you and I, everyone knows that flowers bloom and fall through a cycle. 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…

Ask flowers all day without saying anything

What color are the flowers? What kind of flowers? In spring, flowers are shamed and explored, and people who appreciate flowers come in a crowd. I love you and I will always be with you. The flowers covered their faces half-open, and heard the oath of the flower-appreciator, blooming hot, to repay the love of the flower-appreciator. The flowers that opened their hearts wither soon. The flower appreciators ignored them and broke a handful of flower and leaf. They turned around and left behind their backs. Xichun even fold the red. Flowers don’t understand: why does the world always like to pick up ready-made flowers and only focus on my most beautiful moment? Why is the pledge of eternal love so fragile? Not the persistence of love, but falling? Flowers, Xie flowers, flying all over the Sky, who feels sorry for the Red fragrance? Flowers shed tears, but speechless. Love me does not know me, but the withered flowers. My life is coming every year and spring. Without careful cultivation, how can I be accompanied by bitter and happy? How can we cherish Spring if we don’t spend time with the cold wind and snow? The flowing water falls and the spring goes, too, the sky and the world. Flowers blossom and Xie Ben naturally, and Heaven and Earth are still silent, which makes my grievance and loss pass away quietly. Don’t ask at the beginning, don’t ask, don’t argue, even if deliberately ingratiating, even if I prolong my beautiful appearance, it will not change the walking steps of people enjoying flowers gradually and gradually, and the gains and losses are inevitable. What is my destiny? Ask flowers all day long without words. For whom? For whom? Anshan on the evening of February 11, 2013 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…

Miss you, & shy; I never know how tired I am, but it hurts!

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…

Read is a Bluebird, visit the city

Two cities, two people; Two people, two hearts. I am in this city, and you are in that city. The mixed society has become pure, only you and me; The noisy world has become peaceful, with only two cities. Fall in love with a person, fall in love with the city with him, from then on, look around. This look turns into a posture. Looking back, the heart is settled into jade. Far away, it is hard for me to touch your familiar and unfamiliar face. There are many mountains of water, like the cold of winter, and there is no warmth to hug each other. Very close, I have already smelled the breath of your man, parted lives never parted love, if the summer is hot, there is always a hint of autumn cool can comfort. In the morning and evening sun, the moldy past is drying. I know that the window of the deep heart, which has long been sealed in the red dust, opens quietly again; The wind of the Four Seasons chants the words that understand each other, I saw the three rivers that had already dried up in the past few years rippled again. You were in that city, but I heard your heartbeat in this city. Waning night, a voice said to me: walk into that city, even if you only make a smile, your heart will be safe; Dawn will rest, and a voice said to me: stick to this city, even if there is only one missing, heart, there is still hope. I struggled with the argument of two voices, but the flood of missing broke through the dam in my heart and flooded my whole body. In the bones, it is all reading. This thought was sewed in the sleeves of clouds and turned into drops of rain and tears floating in the sky of your city. Is there a drop of rain in your palm, along the palm of love, a little bit of infiltration into your heart, your heart suddenly trembled, that is me, walked into your heart. Countless nights, you in that city, do you know that there are two more stars on this sky? That star is my eye looking at you. I lengthened my eyelashes, smudged my eyes, and looked at the sentence of Tang poetry in your city with the most beautiful eyes, which could not make up for the inner reading. The tenderness of Song Ci could not replace the inner love. You have no sleep tonight, and the city tonight is restless. You banished on the ultimate curtain of the night with a passion, looking for the moon once carved on the tree for me. I can’t remember when the moon carved on the tree had scars. My story was fixed in the picture frame of the current year, and your true feelings were inlaid with rhinestones. Three thousand weak water, I found a scoop to drink; Butterfly Love Tianya, you are the one I am looking. Your true feelings run in the dark night, and your love flows under the stars. In my sleep, I hugged the Lost Moon and let tears go. I liked the sentence that Pengshan had no way to go, and qingniao was eager to look at it. There is love, parted lives never parted love, two cities embrace each other closely; There is love, missing is growing, like lengthened eyelashes. The city with you is my Pengshan Mountain, which gives love wings of missing, turns it into a Bluebird wings to fly, and probes into the city with you to read, read and break; Fly, fly fast. Bluebirds will not lose their way, and that city is full of signs of love. You printed the details of your acquaintance on the gate of the city, and your thoughts had a clear departure. This Bluebird, with the left wing, is missing, and the right wing is forever. Its mouth contains a lilac. In the morning light, in the twilight, it flies to the city where you are. It quietly says to you: Yi Ren is well, sitting on the Dew, waiting for you, then, the city, the echo of love, kept reading the Bluebird and exploring the city. No one in the cloud sent a brocade book. This Bluebird brought a red bean you gave. I stretched out my hand to hug each other with your gentle taste. I know: this is the feedback of reading. I take sincerity as the soil, cherish each other as the plough, and open a ridge of love in my heart. I poured out a piece of lovesickness with blood. My northern country was covered with red beans, and my heart was enchanting. Do you know how many Bluebirds this missing piece will turn into for me to explore the city with you? A Bluebird said: Yi Ren is melancholy, sitting on the Crescent Moon to weave love; A Bluebird said: Yi Ren is broken, lying on the petals to bury tears; A Bluebird said: Yi Ren has no sleep, lying on the sky, I wrote countless Bluebirds and said: Yi Ren is waiting for you. When you walk into this city and your city, there is no reply. Suddenly, I heard the sound of your footsteps coming from my city. From far away to near, who did you read it? A plain paper, who did love send it? Square-inch jinmo, flooding my thoughts. Let the Bluebird visit the city with you countless times and disturb your dream. No, actually, you have no sleep. You want to sit beside me, and you are afraid that the crescent moon will not be able to load; You want to collect my tears, and you are afraid that the petals will lose their fragrance; You want to lie on the sky and a poem I read, with a pen, the sky is already bright. Reading is a bluebird. It is not tired. Two cities allow Bluebirds to fly freely. Therefore, your breath came from this city. In that city, you sniffed my taste lightly, a kind of lovesickness and two idle worries. This feeling can be eliminated without any means. Only when you frown, you will read and read in your mind. If you keep cutting, you will still be in chaos. If you fly, you will have a clear heart and connect with each other. Read is a Bluebird, visit the city; You come to my city, visit, and start for me on March 3, 2013 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…

The words are fragrant and graceful, a snake dance and a charm

Zhang tailiu, soft bone and sorrow, Phoenix, Xu Youyou, looking at the red dust, a section of brocade words, a faint fragrance Hill on the beginning of the lantern, and the condensed mellow Confucianism of Silver character Sheng, the heart of any hongmanji was so romantic that it stung the beauty of Yuting. The words are fragrant and graceful, and the snake dance is charming. Danqing Fu, yuexu, zizhun, Shaohua, if I can make you a partridge, can you return me to travel all the way? If I can give you a curtain, can you return me to Xijiangyue? Jade People burn incense. If one heart and one hand together, comfort my hesitation. In this way, I will not cry and leave without complaining. Between Yingying and the water, the pulse is speechless, the leaves fall into the desolate, the intestines are broken under the moon alone, the mirror is bright, the Mo song is in chaos, a white coat, two sleeves are clear, narrate my graceful and graceful agreement. Han mengchengyu, Yan Chengcheng, once collapsed redgusset, and became the hometown of head pillow and blue and white flowers. Once Luo Xia, Su Cheng, was wandering all night, it also became the destruction of the ink-storing night Center. The smile is cold, the temple is broken, the sadness is broken, the song is shaking, and it will fall again and again, and it will look at the flower with a blue light. A dress is red and dyed red dust, I am looking forward to being full of sadness. Who is the love of life and death? Inside and outside the roll, the words are tied, the sentences are hard to rest, and the feelings are leisurely. After considering your thousands of drunkenness, I am no longer a smiling girl in the flower room, and you are no longer a quiet young boy here. Luocheng is silent, pen is disabled, book is plain, with paper makeup, the past is quiet, memories are still beautiful, like flowers and relatives, the enemy is just like water, the heart is like a rock, and the enemy is just like a cloud. A curtain of rain, a bunch of blue and white flowers, a dance string of resentment, a Red Lotus, qianmo Zixuan, a cut of Autumn Water, drunk and touching strings, the smoke is cool, no matter what. The morning clock and the evening drum, the sun moving to the clouds, the Baoxie floor, the flowers falling and blooming endlessly, the water flowing like water, listening to the dark dream of rain, white hair tips, wrinkled eyes, fat lovesickness, lose weight. The green wood boat shook, the green silk dyed Frost, the tea smoke curled up, and the lamp flame was not to mention, I was in the Jiangnan town without you, looking at the diting Yan on the edge of the sky, how many que did the word pass? How many volumes of books are opened? With a light smile, I faded my wish, gathered my eyebrows, and wrote an ethereal makeup items preface. Light eyebrow, harp crisp, rare tears, lead and fade, I only hope that you can write a poem for me in a tender day, and make me darkstory elegant melody of lyre. The ends of the Earth, the clouds and the rain sing, the man smiled softly holding flowers, the clouds and the clothes went lightweight coat, all over the whirling, feathered desolation, mottled the songs everywhere, stranded with tenderness and everlasting. In a corner of the ancient temple, I was plain and clear-looking. Three way the river, I turned my head to your floating arms and gentle lips. At first glance, I read the incense Pavilion, read remaining chapters, the language is not clear, the plum blossom is not broken, the green window is graceful, the ancient meaning is idle, the red dust is in the dust, and there is nothing left, but it is not disturbed by others. The white clothes under Chiang-Nan misty rain were supposed to be lonely and proud of the world, but the youth was lost into flowers, and the sea was guarded into a mulberry field. The most important thing was that the world could not keep it. Zhu Yanci’s mirror flower tree. Into the red dust, language red dust, looking forward to the red dust, love the red dust, sigh the red dust, Nai red dust, hate the red dust, weak three thousand lines of Rusu an year, eventually the red fragrance is broken, and the curve ends. Dipping ink is sorrow, waving a pen into a pen, only plain Xin’s words are ancient Yan such as Shunhua, wisps of silk, and they are entangled. I kept three thousand infatuated lingering, and fell into the red, until the ink became hurt, sighing and sighing, thinking that it was even more leaking and will be broken, thinking that it was blue in Meimei, thinking that Devdas was broken, and reading the smoke in the tea stove, I can’t read it. You twist your strings. Huachi is a little blue, and the fragrance is so sweet. You are ardent love of my lost path. I am is your cross-bank face, which is a dazzling nightmare? Or is it a red note with some palpitations? It makes us stranded in love and sad. Dance in the faint and ethereal cycle of light and shadow, the words are fragrant, the words are graceful, the snake dances, the charm is a little, holding a plain Qingwan, light to see the changes of the times, the fragrance is not good. The broken one-word, the wisps of love, Jin Xi He Xi? Good people watch flowers on horses. Ming Xi He Xi? After looking forward to parting, don’t become a stranger. For a thousand years, the sound of Xiao is far away, the meaning is continuous, and the tears are dripping into Lotus. In this life, I will draw the ground for you, the lead will fade, the thousands of thoughts, the unforgettable attachment, I just want to exchange a ray of heroic obsession with you in the lines of qianmo. Several lines, several times of love, several times of drunkenness, several times of fading, faint song, return to Hongshu, pear moon dissolved, I just want to invite you to look back at the night of that rain of chiangnan and never forget to sing. I always love the rainy night, lonely, deserted and idle, but I hug with warmth and comfort. Hazy long-cherished wish, red dust, red dance, red dance, ink and Qing heart, the red face across the bank, leisure knocked out mottled clouds of half the world, and woke up the dream of a night of weeping and floating. In the year of the year of the year of the year of the year of the year of the year of the year of the year of the year of the year of the year of the year of the year of the year of the year of the year of the year of the year of the year of the year of the year of the year of the year of the year of the year of the year of the year of the year of the year of the year of the year of the year? Who left? Whose end is it? Who is dancing? Whose hairpin is dancing floral silhouette? Who has made a fool of his makeup? The peach blossom falls, the idle Pond Pavilion, the closed eyes, the curtain rolls the west wind, the wind and the Frost temples, three cups and two cups, and all of them pay the golden thread of the moon, the tears are red, and they are railing alone, so they are in a hurry, it is the most difficult to see. How can the enemy come late and the wind is urgent. Gently sigh, slow voice, this time, how can I get a good word? Once I met, I will never forget it. It is full of flowers, falling flowers, and being ambiguous. It is full of prosperity and prosperity. There is no language in the pulse between Yingying and a water, so it is impossible to keep a makeup and add it. The beautiful wine between flowers is drunk alone, and the curl of Zen in the rain is not my simple and elegant thoughts, but my connection to the end of the world for a long time. Pink, sweet lips, Zhu muscle coagulation, Su Su, if plum never wither, bamboo horses never grow old, if I am your rest on your shoulder, you are my Pine Moon, will you also look forward to my eyes and keep White Lotus? Delicate clouds make it happen, flying stars spread hate, wine into Jade bottles, wind-dwelling, empty red beans, mirror green coffin, although the mountain league is there, the fate is fickle, I am three thousand feet in the deep sea, you have been offshore for seven light years. At that time, that day, that month, that year, that world, Zimo Luocheng, Tianshui became green, I cried into five-flavored tea of forgetfulness for you, stationed in three-Life Stone, sighed in front of Nahe Bridge, forget the river and forget the river. Drunk Yang sent it lightly, Cang Sheng sang a song, the flowers were over ornate building, sitting alone, overlapping beads, purple Ju Qi, floating pavilion households, melancholy, Huang Han drunk dream, the new goose has a cold throat, and the bamboo window is still open. The law is not hidden, the thought is endless, and the oath is promised all over the world, but it has been paid with a cloud of smoke and a thousand turns. The candied words are speechless, the mind is sparse, the tears are clear, leaving the shadow of sad autumn. Who will listen to the song? Three generations, Miles peach blossom, the ancient sobs, the song of the water, Mulan spots, clear smoke, ink dyed the disordered flowers before and after the moon, melancholy and gloomy Sijun. Fei Hongxu was exhausted, the past was boring, a wisp of heart hurt, and I searched for it for half a life. I experienced six troubles, and I was so confused that I came to your red dust purple Mo, but your lotus heart is left in the Yellow Spring without me. Under the porch, there was a simple dress, a drunk Moon, a cup of fragrant tea, a song full of flowers and a spring show, and a sigh of love in Qing River. Butterflies are drunk for flowers, but flowers fly with the wind. From the beginning, a stunning time, a dazzling time, just for the death of that sentence, I don’t see each other. Your pupil is my warm dream in my previous life, your lips are my flawless jade in this life, and your hair is my infatuated lingering in the afterlife. Spring rain is rippling, summer flowers are blooming, autumn night is cool, winter wind is shaking, you are my long four seasons, you are my boundless rain, you are my proud scenery, you are the flood of my grief. The heart word is fragrant, dyed with fire, Fenglin, Qiong juyuxin, long song leaning on the building, dreaming back to the water side, imprisoned the time, carried the dust, sighed the goddess, the companion flower floating core. Mei Wuhe, the King of Marvin Gardens, the flowers are gone, and the empty tomb is gone. Spring is light, red resentment, Moon is light, wind is bright, picturesque, like a dream, Silent Night lovesickness, water falling Red Lotus, swaying Blue, graceful and light, refreshing and fragrant, the eternal silence of the mountains and rivers makes people remember. Feng Hua’s pen and ink, the dust in the back court, the wonderful Vine devoured and indulged on the tip of the heart, also subverted the wind in the autumn night. Mists and ripples Qin Shui, the cycle of plain and plain, has dyed whose temples are Frost and face? It is difficult to understand fate, love regret, don’t recall, words are bleak, cold dream Cheng Yu, as true, as false, I am crazy, I laugh. Zixiang Ebony, Furong Qingcheng, Peony Fuxiang, ancient and simple wall lingering, has done my several generations of customs, peeling off a few dark red, when it is warm and cold, floating life is like a dream of wine, a cup of sorrow, after several years of separation, Pu Lu Ting Frost, tried to be stupid. The shaking column of that year the month is just right, the fire trees and silver flowers are combined, and the star Bridge opens at iron locks. I am waiting for my silver character Sheng at Chiang-Nan misty rain. Danqing pen, pliable temperament. The flower diameter is leaking, and the wind is thin with a long sleeve. Pillow fragrance, dense fiber galanga galangal seed. In Chiang-Nan misty rain, the man’s words were fragrant and dyed my graceful life, and my snake dance broke a little charm in his dream. The words are fragrant and graceful, and the snake dance is charming. 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…

I hope you live better and warmer than me!

I still remember that it was late autumn. The shade of the campus was still lush and the sunshine was warm. I sat on the clean grass and made a phone call for the longest time, you said I would never say to you that I hope you are happier than me, but today I want to say that I hope you are better than me and warmer than me. It was a heavy snow outside the house. It was very beautiful. Occasionally I went out of the door, and my body was cold and painful. Not only my body hurt, but also my heart hurt. My life was so short, my love, as beautiful as a fairy tale, can’t stand setbacks. I want to put it down again and again, but I don’t give up again and again. I admit that I am the most useless girl in the world. Under the umbrella, who can hold my hand, carry me to the old age, who can be with me, who can not think that I am childish and clumsy, hehe, I am getting sour again, just like every time you see the moon in the sky, you will also think whether you can also see it. I hope you can live better than me and find the girl you really love in your heart. Don’t treat her like you did to me. Since the decision is made, A man’s husband must be able to take responsibility; I hope you live better than me. There are a group of good friends around you who care about you. You always say that there are not friends around you who really care about you. In fact, there are many, as long as you believe; I hope you have a better life than me and have a smooth career. You are a man with such a heavy dedication to work. You said you would not give up on me, just like not giving up your career, now I think it is ironic to put the people I like together with my career. I hope you will live better than me and get along well with your family in the future. Maybe you should not worry about your problems with your family, because your relationship is very good, although you often complain about them to me, you have always been a filial child. I hope you have a better life than me. In the future, you should have a regular diet and rest. Don’t sleep so late at night. Besides entertainment, don’t smoke and drink all the time. You are still young and your health is very important. This is a poem you wrote for me. I am afraid of cold, but I fell in love with snow. You can ignore everything else. Just see this sentence, and then I will write it down deeply, you fall in love with snow, it is a great honor to I am the snowflake in your heart. I don’t like to believe in others. I don’t want to believe in others. In the early days of love, I always said that you were playing. You said that you wanted me to apologize to you. I said very insincerely that I was sorry, but I was extremely unconvinced. You said that if I didn’t believe you, I could go back to my hometown and get engaged immediately. How naive I thought that we two could grow old with white heads, so after all, we took the step of loving you to the dust. I am cold, in order to protect yourself, hide yourself deep in the cold stone wall. You are the first person I want to believe. Ha ha, say this sentence, how sorry those friends who love me. I like you to call me baby, like you to say I love you, I like you jealous for me, I like the feeling of holding you but you are gone, what’s the use of saying so much like, I want to be pregnant with your baby, and I want to never separate for a lifetime. I have a lot of thoughts, but I just want to record every bit with you. What touched me most is that sentence, don’t be in a hurry to fall in love, because you don’t know where a girl is growing up with you, and then you tell me happily that you are really growing up with me. I naively believed that it was so beautiful, or maybe those just touched me. In fact, I have nothing to say. I am really stupid and stupid. I didn’t know there was no ending from the beginning. I just agreed with my friend that I would be hurt by him in the future, no matter where you go, take me with you, otherwise I don’t know what I want to do. Ha ha, how prescient I am. I hope you are better than me, happier than me, warmer than me, forget me, never mention it to others, don’t think of such a useless woman once. Besides, I don’t love you anymore. (It’s late at night, and I want to confess. The girl is really not sensible. She has failed so many people who love me. She won’t. The girl will be strong and strong enough to become her former self. Goodbye, the person I once loved deeply! Goodbye, I used to be willing to be stupid!) February 8, 2013 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…