Love, in the season I miss most

Inscription: Maybe, I didn’t know you in the previous life, and you didn’t know me? Two difficult balance line finally came together in this life! Although you and I stood at different starting points in the past life, we have taken the same route in this life. You and I must finally come together and join hands to dance together. Drunk life Buddha said: looking back a thousand times in the past life, in exchange for a pass in this world. The past life passed by a thousand times in exchange for a meeting in this world. A thousand encounters in previous lives in exchange for an acquaintance in this world. The acquaintance of one thousand times in the past life is exchanged for the acquaintance of this world. I don’t know if there is a relationship between you and me in the previous life. I only know that I met you in this life, that is my lifetime happiness! Maybe meeting is an accident, knowing each other is only the starting point; Then love is a process, but staying together is the end! Once I had a very selfish idea. Even if I was exposed to each other, I should not forget each other. However, I have always told myself that even if I really let go at any moment, it does not mean giving up love. Maybe one day later, you can see me in a street and alley, I can find you! At that moment, let’s hug and kiss each other, love in this life and love in the afterlife! Every time you feel emotional, you will ask me if I will regret having Aquacome you so much in the future. I still don’t know why you always ask like that, because I don’t trust me enough, I still have no confidence in our love, but I have told you seriously more than once: I love you, no regrets! I know that falling in love with you is my luck and happiness. I tell myself that as long as I love you with love, even if it is only one year, it will be worth remembering all my life! I met you in the romantic autumn and fell in love in the snowy winter day. Although I was in southern China and could not meet the favorite snow this winter, but your appearance has undoubtedly replaced the beautiful snow color. Your eyes are the most beautiful scenery and your laughter is the most beautiful ballad, your greetings are the warmest wishes along the way. Thank you very much! I love you deeply, I can wait, but I still can’t let you accept my waiting with youth. So no matter what you leave for at a certain moment, I won’t blame you, because I gave you too much pressure at the moment of acquaintance. We all like Crystal love, but what I gave you is not so perfect? Dear, please don’t say sorry to me any more. Neither love nor love should care about who is right or wrong. Although I care about you and give you my heart, I don’t have to love to bind you! My love, if there is an afterlife, I will wait for the afterlife with my love; If there is only this life, I will take care of this life with my heart. No matter this life or the afterlife, I will walk by with a smile as long as I have you. I said I pray for your happiness, I am also pursuing my own happiness. I am trying to want our happiness! If it is really hard to stay together in this life, then treasure this life, wait for this life, and make an appointment to love again in the next life. 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…

Wake up! An affair woman

I am The friend of your online lover’s wife, Yunzhimeng. She and I have been friends for many years. She told me about your affair with her husband. Today, I am entrusted by her to write this letter to you on her behalf. She wants to tell you that please don’t be infatuated with other people’s husbands any more, take your heart back and love your husband and your children! [I am what your lover’s wife said to you in the following letter, and I wrote it for her to finish it] Hua Yu, Hello! I already know about you and my husband, because I accidentally saw the chat record between my husband and you. I know you are a good woman and a kind woman. You are confused by my husband’s sweet words. After two or three times of chatting, you like him and fall in love with him and my husband! I know you wait for him on the Internet every day, miss him, read him, and hope his QQ lights up early to talk to you. Don’t you think this is a bit silly and silly? Do you know him in real life? Do you know what he is? Does he really mean what he said to you in the chat to you? He deliberately called you baby and said he liked you very much. Do you take those words seriously? I feel that you seem to be intoxicated in an illusory love dream woven for yourself. Now you should wake up. In fact, you don’t know anything. He doesn’t really like you, let alone love you. Don’t you find that his performance before and after you go to bed is different? Don’t you realize that he has been making excuses to say that he is busy recently, and it is not convenient to chat with you online and so on? He is trying to give up you and distance you, understand? In fact, he has time to surf the Internet every day. Every time he goes online, he is invisible. Although you wait for him online every day, you can’t see him. He clearly sees you online and deliberately does not talk to you. He doesn’t want to talk to you any more, because you are not the woman he likes in his heart. He just takes you as a tool to vent. In fact, he is seducing another woman now, because that woman has better conditions than you and is more beautiful than you. He puts his eyes and thoughts on that woman, and he is still looking for other people at the same time. So I lied to you that you were busy and had no time to surf the Internet. I told you not to wait for him. You are too kind and infatuated. You always like to take his words seriously. Maybe you thought he was really busy, and every day you waited for him to appear on the Internet. I feel a little distressed when I look at you. I think you are so pathetic, so I decided to tell you the truth. You have reached the middle age. You have a family, a husband, and children. What a happy family! If you don’t love your husband and children well, why do you fall in love with someone else’s husband and why do you like a man who doesn’t really like you? I just want to tell you now that my husband is cheating you. The person you like is a liar and a liar who specializes in deceiving women’s feelings online! He relied on his own culture, eloquence, fickle words and sweet words to amuse women, so you like him. In fact, few words he said were true, he is playing with you, teasing you. A man like him is not worthy of your love, not to mention your love! But you don’t know whether it is true or not, and regard it as true. Every day, you are still intoxicated with your love dream. When you go to date him with a yearning for good love and fall into his elaborate love network, he only invites you to dinner, and you are willing to go to bed with him. Don’t you realize that the person who is going to sleep with you for the first time is impure? In the days after you slept with him and came back, didn’t you find his attitude towards you cold? You left him a message to care about him and worry about him, but didn’t he still find an excuse to say that he had something to do and let you take care of yourself? In fact, he is looking for an excuse to distance himself from you, let yourself slowly disappoint him and quit automatically. Don’t you understand? If you want to complain to him, he will pretend to be more bitter than you and more infatuated than you. Instead, he will say that you are not, that you do not like him, that you are alienated from him, and so on, put all the blame on you. He is such a man with extremely poor quality and abnormal mentality. Because I know him too well, I hope you wake up early NISSIN and don’t be cheated again. Stop thinking about people you shouldn’t think about, and don’t wait for people you shouldn’t wait. Although online love is very beautiful, it is very illusory. There are too many fake ones and many people are cheated. People eat a cut and grow a wisdom. I believe you will remember this lesson. Just consider it a dream! People say that the lovers of wives and husbands are enemies. But I don’t think so. I think you are a kind woman, and I am also a kind woman. It is not easy to be a wife and mother, why do women embarrass women? If my husband really likes you, it’s nothing. Anyway, this kind of thing has happened many times. He has hurt my heart thoroughly, so I don’t want to care about him. However, maybe we have a destiny. I accidentally saw the chat record between you and my husband and saw that you are a very infatuated woman. I don’t think he is sincere to you, but you are still waiting for him on the Internet, thinking about him, looking forward to him and worrying about him. I understand your mood, it is really not worth it. Therefore, I decided to tell you the truth. Please take care of yourself! You also have a family, a husband and children. Your husband and children love you very much, and you also love your family and children deeply. You are over forty years old, and your age is not small. You are empty and lonely because of the plain life after marriage, and it is nothing to cheat on your feelings, but you shouldn’t let your body cheat with you. You shouldn’t betray your husband and secretly sleep with other men. You shouldn’t fall in love with someone else’s husband, can someone else’s husband give you a lifetime of happiness? Although cheating with other men will bring you different enjoyment and stimulation from your husband, what are the consequences? Have you ever thought about??? Paper can’t cover fire! If you want to think that you don’t know, you can’t do it. What you and my husband did was afraid to see the sunshine. If one day your husband and your children knew this, how would they look at you? Are you still a good wife and mother? Don’t you feel ashamed? What is your face in front of them? Where is dignity??? Hua Yu, finally, I will advise you to wake up and stop being stupid! By the way, I would like to appeal to those women who have a family, a husband, a child, and are cheating on the Internet: Don’t go online to find lovers and find excitement because the life after marriage is dull and tasteless, play with others’ feelings and destroy others’ happy families. The Internet is a big dye vat, among which there are people of any color. As long as you touch the Internet, you will inevitably be dyed with color. It may dye you black, or it may dye you red and other colors. You may become a good woman with knowledge and understanding because you learn knowledge online, and you may also become a bad woman who plays with others’ feelings and destroys others’ families because you surf the Internet. Therefore, when we surf the Internet, we must keep a good attitude, not be used by bad people, not to mention being cheated. Although we are all women, we also need self-improvement, self-reliance, self-respect and self-love. To be a man, one should be open-minded and not do things that lose one’s identity and dignity. The Internet is a treasures of knowledge. There are endless knowledge here. If your spirit is empty and lonely, then please learn more useful knowledge online to enrich yourself. Be upright. Please don’t take emotion as a game on the Internet and play with your life! We should not only love family, husband and children, but also be a good example for children. We should make use of time and learn more useful knowledge to enrich ourselves, perfect ourselves and make our own life more beautiful and wonderful. Wake up, sentimental women! Let’s be a good woman with ideals, morality, culture, dignity, love family, love husband and love children together! Ghosting: Cloud Dream February 18, 2013 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…

Love

In the boundless night, XINGX lights up the night sky and makes the night sky bright, which is the lighting of the night sky by XINGX; In the lofty mountains, clear springs flow through the mountains, making the mountains happy, which is the hope of clear springs for the mountains; along the long path, flowers bloom all over the field, and flowers make the field beautiful. This is the view of flowers to the field. Sunflowers turn against the sun. When looking back thousands of times, the book is full of expectations. Willow leaves laugh with the wind. In the reincarnation of the world, it is endless melancholy to write. As soon as the sun showed his face, he said to the wind in a hurry: wind, please bring my warmth to the air and let my warm words fill the air. Therefore, the wind runs all the way, when I saw the air, I said, “air, your broad mind, can you let me stay here and let my freshness flow in your arms. After hearing the smile, the air chased the rain and said: rain Silk, you are so selfless. Could you please spread my coolness to the dry earth to moisten the Earth. Therefore, the Sun liked the wind, and the wind fell in love with the air again. The air finally fell in love with the rain, and there was always a round of red sun hanging in the sky, there is always a cluster of mother chrysanthemum blooming in the field, and the mountain is always full of Bodhi trees. Under the Sun, the wind-driven butterflies are dancing lightly. In the field, the flowers and plants swimming in the water are waving in the wind. On the mountains, the trees in the sky are flourishing, Therefore, the Sun received the thanks from the wind, the wind was revered by the air, and finally the air was blessed by the rain. At this time, the flowers were blooming, the birds were singing, the water was clear, and the mountains were green, the girl in spring waved her sleeves and dropped a piece of spring light. The fairy in summer shook her fragrant fan, and the summer night was cool. The Autumn Dance was dancing dress, and the harvest was in sight, the old man in winter frowned, falling all over the sky with frost and snow flying. Love, in the innocent childhood, your tender little hands touch my beloved doll, Two Little Hands hold each other, two smiling faces rippling in the sea of spring, endless joy; Love, in the two little boys without guess, your jumping figure collides with my young heart, two laughter whirling, two tacit understanding written in the starry sky on summer night, illuminating the Young’s chest; Love, in the young man with a sweet heart in spring, your hot eyes cast on my youthful face, two pairs of infatuation attract, two Spoony harvest in the field of autumn, burning the flame of passion, love, in the old age of Xiang Yi and Mo, the crutches you are leaning on touch my old legs. The two pairs of footprints overlap, and the two blessings spread in the mountains in winter, with the flowers of love. LIANWO of people, I love him. In the red dust years, what I saw was his Yushu near the wind. The person I love, he is LIANWO, in the vast river, what he saw was my endless youth. He always wanted to join hands to see the sunrise that was coming out when the sunrise was slightly exposed. He always wanted to shoulder and shoulder, when I went to see gull birds playing waves, I walked away. When I sang a song, he accompanied me. When I wrote a poem, he brewed for me and drew a picture, he studied ink for me, and when listening to a song, he echoed it for me. Falling in love with me is the happiness of your life. Falling in love with you is the creation of my life. Only five hundred times of previous life can I pass by this life, I want to use the love of ten thousand times in this life in exchange for being in love with you in the next life. After the singing of love, there is also the light of love left on the lover’s face. After the words of love, there is also the warmth of love imprinted on the lover’s heart. The road of love is still very long, and we are coming for a long time. It was written in the early morning of February 26, 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…

You are all in your dreams

Lan er, in the four seasons of the year, there is always a figure at the bottom of his eyes, sometimes vague and sometimes clear; In his heart, there is always a name, either light or heavy, ready to come out. In my dream, I was in the same boat with me in the wind and rain, and the person who made me worry about was you! Open the storage memory, you always come from the deepest part of my dream, smile at me in the old place we first met, and move the sweetest and warmest part, build the most beautiful scenery in my dream. I am always looking forward to you beyond my dreams, talking softly in my ears, and looking forward to working with you together for several years. Although I am no longer vivid, I will still use my sincere voice, sing a love song for you that is not old for thousands of years. When you listen to my emotional singing and look at my vicissitudes of life, is your heart still tender? In my dream, I walked into the spring and was in the wild field with green grass. I felt tired and confused. I felt hazy when the scenery around me stood up. The water-like sunshine in the morning lit the dew in the field, just like the stars that lit the sky all over the summer night. Between the morning light shining, a brilliant halo slowly moved, gradually becoming bigger and brighter, and finally fixed it as a Tingyu Violet. Ah, it was you! Is it really you! You are plain and clear-looking, fluttering together, dancing lightly in the tenderness of the wind, and smiling gently in the dim moonlight. We will join hands to spend that unforgettable night together, enjoy this peaceful and happy taste, and immerse ourselves in the heart feeling of loving each other. No matter how prosperous the outside is, no matter how bright it is, it has nothing to do with me. The world in my heart is the most beautiful with you! Do you still remember that summer night? You and your colleagues travel together, A walk is a week, a kind of separated thoughts, inspired by the profit and loss of the moon into the joy of meeting. Beside the pond, you use the paper fan brought back to me from the wild hillside of Hebei to dance gently beside me. You are happy and graceful, looking at the moon shadow in the water, you say; In autumn, you will still be in this place with me, listening to the sound of the fallen leaves falling into the water. I laughed without saying a word. In fact, life is just like this. Gathering and combining together, the seasons change, and what we keep together is just a piece of true feelings. Those whirlpools of missing can only rotate in their hearts. Even if there is no real companion, love is there, heart Lotus still Yingman fragrance! That night, with your paper fan beside the pillow, my dream woke up several times with laughter. With a touch of coolness coming quietly, autumn waved its hand. Autumn is beautiful but not empty, bright and energetic. You and I gathered into the dream of autumn, feeling the joy of harvest, joy and smoothness. Do you still remember? That autumn day, we came to the suburbs, Appreciate the colorful autumn of this thousand-year ancient city in western Liaoning. Autumn is a mature post station. Everything has found a destination and the Earth is dedicated to the harvest. The clear sky is clear and clear, it was also stained with subtle and elegant autumn colors in the long sound of wild geese. Our life also has autumn. Life not only brings us the germination of spring, the scorching heat of summer and the loneliness of winter, but also brings us the joy of autumn. After experiencing the endless ears and sideburns, I naturally feel more grateful. In the autumn wind, I laugh and see flowers blossom and thank you. In the autumn, I watch the sunrise and sunset quietly. The calm of not surprised by honor and disgrace and the calm of ebb and flow are all bred in autumn. We walked in the cool maple forest, feeling the breath of Autumn, recalling the enlightenment of autumn and chewing the sweetness of love. Although winter in western Liaoning is a lonely season, I still use words to record our warm dribs and drabs and cut a ray of warm sunshine with darkstory, take your hand into my endless tender talk. I want to hold your hand forever, walk along the Slate Road in the ancient town of my hometown, listen to the Fengguo Temple-long Zen bell and Twilight drum, and watch the Ravens returning to their nest at the top of Guangsheng Temple Tower, enjoying the water and Willow Shadow, Look at the sunset. Feel the Yiren he Qin’s pen leaning on the stick to see the mountain, the vertical fiber fishing Lingshui, the mountain head Cebu open. The soft and sad feeling of the breeze on the water surface, the taste of narrow and long, indifferent and stable real feelings. In my dream, the care outside my dream has been reincarnated in the four seasons, with a flower falling, a drop of autumn rain, a wisp of lovesickness and a love, all tied with my infinite attachment to you. I use the bet of my whole life, waiting for your arrival eagerly. If one day, I hold your hand, I know very well that you will have a lifetime of happiness in my hand. This is our common dream. The vast sea of people, rolling in the red dust, only staring at you, only looking back at you, only to you. Lan er, remember my eternal oath that there is no mausoleum in the mountain and the Heaven and Earth are united, so I dare to fight with the King! Lan er, let’s get out of dreamland, walk into reality, hold hands for a lifetime, work together in the wind and rain, and help each other to the end of the world, okay? 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…

Love is a beautiful butterfly

[1] I often like to sit on my own small balcony. In that quiet space, I basked in the sun and ate the fine and dense fruits I cut. The trace of moisture was sweet in my heart. I like fruits, and I like these attractive, crisp, fragrant and fragrant little cuties and the feeling of jumping around in my mouth. When I was very young, my parents liked to cook a lot of delicious food for me in the kitchen to warm my stomach. So that when I grew up, I always had warm memories of those clanging in the kitchen, played by pots and pans. At the beginning of spring, every day, I will send myself a pot of Azalea. I have never liked the well-tailored ornamental flower in flower shops. Planted in a beautiful vase by the floriculture experts, there are only enchanting flowers without life thoughts. I like to go to the flower market to choose my favorite cuckoo. Although the flowers in the flower shop are beautiful, they do not have the fragrance of soil. Only those Azalea that are blooming in the mud can feel the beauty and reality. I like to dream my own dream in the lush spring. [2] Looking at the green of the garden and the colorful flowers, I feel very warm from the bottom of my heart. The wind blew through my long hair, and there seemed to be countless elves around my flowing hair. With my head down, looking at these Azalea with vigorous life and shy buds, I can’t help squatting down. To touch the patterns of petals, so soft, so delicate, so sentimental, so affectionate, just like you used to touch me gently. You said: Xiao Ke, you are this beautiful butterfly, living on the bright petals, perching in the soft flower, sleeping quietly, waiting for me to kiss and wake you up, when I take you to the clouds. This is where we met each other. You look at me far away, looking at me more gorgeous than flowers. In the rainy morning mist and the moist and fresh air around, it is like a fairyland. From then on, I always like to walk in the room where the fragrance is overflowing and the flowers and plants are accompanied by insects. I often have illusion and feel as if I have become the butterfly in my dream and want to fly into your world. [3] security is a dangerous thing. I found a sense of security in you and fell down. Turn yourself into a seductive butterfly and fly into your heart. However, this man who lived in my heart gave me a sense of security played a complicated love game. I thought quietly, is it safe and dangerous? Or is love dangerous? Thinking of you, how long did it not appear in my dream? As if it had never appeared before, it disappeared clean. Those promises, those loves, even the taste of each other are so familiar, familiar to strangers. In fact, forgetting sometimes only takes one step away. Face to face, we embrace with tenderness and honey. Back to back, we turned around and left decisively. All the scorching heat has not cooled yet, but each other’s bodies are already cold and relative, and all our memories are scattered. [4] Valentine’s Day is coming again. The Lovers of two pairs are tired of being together, and their smiles are more beautiful than the roses on their hands. I began to miss, thinking about my youth, my loneliness, and the dangerous sense of security you said. I still think of myself as a delicate butterfly, flying to your side and falling on the chest where you used to warm me. Miss the that year the month Valentine’s Day, the lush flower shop. I turned around casually and saw you with a gentle expression of a calm man. On that Valentine’s Day, you charmed my eyes and captured my heart with your so-called security game. In this brilliant azaleas and fragrant flower, we hugged each other and heard the joy of each other’s hearts. The wind gently blows my hair. You, the hot and sentimental kiss falls on my hair. You said, I fell in love with my hair and fell in love with me like a butterfly elf. However, Valentine’s Day is coming again. Why don’t you appear in my world? [5] Spring is coming. Azalea flowers bloom brightly and fill the flower market. Every morning time, I walk quietly in this flower sea. Smelling the fragrance of flowers, with the fragrance of soil, thinking about the warm you, I am here again and again, waiting quietly. Night, quiet and deep, close your heart and close your eyes. I want to meet you again in my dream as before. You open your heart and face the butterfly flying to your heart, that is my embodiment. I know, in fact, this you is just the beautiful bubble in my dream. But I still believe that you will eventually come out of your dream, bring your true soul and tell me the story of security. I think some feelings in my heart, hidden in my heart, will become a huge castle, containing all the delicate feelings and hiding many warm feelings. I fell in love with you in my dream, even if I couldn’t be together, so what? Some people are not around me, but in my heart. Maybe, one day. You, really walked out of my dream with beautiful Azalea, gently walked past me and stopped in my soft heart. I, waiting, looking forward to turning into a butterfly and flying to you slowly! 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…

How can you let go of the wrong Love

When Fireworks bloom, the night sky is silent and beautiful. When the fireworks burned out, the night sky returned to tranquility, but it seemed more lonely. Just like the beauty of a flash in the pan, it finally declined with time. Time passed, but forgot the beauty of fireworks and Epiphyllum. In that year, who made the Eternal Oath for whom, and who put the oath behind his ears. The so-called oath was a white lie. After saying it, he let it drift away with the wind and the heart ache in his memory, the picture with no ending and only heartache, who directed the tragedy, seabirds and fish fell in love, just an accident, whether they could not reach the end from the beginning, the birds had already gone away, looking for a better tomorrow, only the silent fish was waiting at the place where we met at the beginning, looking forward to the unexpected appearance of birds that day, but things are different, with the passage of time, recall the happiness of that year. Time flies, the pain of passing away is yesterday, the time is still the same, and the future of longing is tomorrow. Hope and the future slowly wither in waiting, and yesterday’s yesterday has become the past, and the game without rules has also come to an end. Good memories only belong to the past. If it is wishful thinking and lonely love, it is better to let go. Sometimes giving up is not only a kind of achievement, but also a kind of beauty. People who love very much, just like the objects of love, are all very red and turned into gray, so time can understand love, prove love and overthrow love. Some things, when we are young, we cannot understand, when we understand, we are no longer young. Flowers bloom and fall, get used to the sad love tragedy, and find that you are actually lucky, at least you are not lost in the empty world, and then look at those people who are busy for love, in fact, the everlasting love is just a misunderstanding. No one’s footsteps will stay for anyone forever, and no one will waste a lifetime of youth to wait. Feelings are selfish, my muddy emotional journey was only so long, but the fate between me and him was to constantly watch his back in this life and gradually move away. I stood on the side of the path, looking at gradually disappearing at the corner of the path, he told me with his back that there was no need to chase! The opening of the cold plum and the pure beauty bring the hope of perseverance, the withering of the cold plum and the bleak beauty. What we learn is the resolute strength. On the road of time passing, a person’s world should learn to be strong, don’t expect others to do something for you, in the stormy youth, know how to be in a lonely world, it should also shine like gold, illuminating the hope ahead. One can fall in love with many people in his whole life. After you get true happiness, you will understand that the previous pain is actually a kind of wealth, it will let you learn to better grasp and cherish the people who love you. Otherwise, the feelings don’t have to be so lonely. The Meeting of passers-by A and B will inevitably bring out gorgeous sparks. If the love continues, another happy picture will be composed. If it is not the persistence of moths to fire, how to understand the greatness of love, if not the wrong love of that meteor, how to know the beauty after letting go. 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…

Yuxiang mind

In late autumn, I often feel sad for a fallen leaf. The green leaves can’t stand the breeze of late autumn. The green color floats away, leaving golden yellow all over the ground. Walking in the rain Lane covered with thick fallen leaves, the rain covered with withered and yellow leaves gave out a different kind of flavor, thick and deep, shining and brilliant, which made my expression beautiful and quiet. Watching the drizzle falling from the branches, falling on my face and feeling its tenderness, ice release and sadness. The autumn wind passed by, and only the green leaves blew down, and the thoughts of the emotion were more radical and flying. I walked all the way in the direction of the dream, holding up the folding umbrella of love, unconsciously, he walked into the deep rain Lane gently. The warmth and romance of hugging each other in the dream, walking away in the night. I let the light steps slow down in the rain, and the annoying chrysanthemum was filled with tears on the other side of the rain Lane, filled with autumn sadness. I dare not touch it with my hands. A touch is the pain of withering, and a touch is a gorgeous melancholy! On daisy petals, it was full of cold lovesickness. I don’t know who was swaying my loneliness in the Black tonight. My sadness was melancholy and the night rain was running. The piano sobbed and the light cold smoke flew, there is no place to send your heart; How many emotions, messy rain. Where can I find the cloud in my dream? A long journey of melancholy. The world between the dust is just like the fly in the silk. In the shadow of the sky, the light goes away, the light shines, the water and the sky are the same, and the illusion is also true. The tangled dust margin of three thousand green silk found some vague shadows, trance, picturesque, thick or light, flying clouds above the head, scattered. A long and distant Butterfly Dream, filled with REJOICE lyrics, danced the most beautiful movement in life, and scattered into the scattered lines of poetry. The rain Lane that year wrote down the pure beauty of a season. Rain Lane, as before, is better than dusk. Heart, rising with the wind, with the rain and heavy, I, dull pain, recall the parting feelings. So he asked Jun: Did you remember that year, that long rainy season? That year, the wounded rain Lane? At the beginning, the worries and worries were separated from each other, and the imagination was fantastic, and the liver and intestines were broken. In the deep and narrow rain Lane, the wind is accompanied by rain, and it is sad and falling. My heart is hesitating and crying. Reluctant to leave, unwilling to leave, thinking, thinking, leaving the most beautiful. However, I still pretend to be smiling and firm, but why turn back one step at a time? Now, your voice seems to ring in your ear, word by word, but also clear. Listen, the song “Forget nothing”, resounding in the rain and fog, low, and now, I am in the rain Lane, tears are trembling, my heart is crying like rain inadvertently, I miss you, I walked into this deep rain lane again, looking for the original sadness. I am sincerely confide that I don’t want people to feel the desolation in my heart and see through my lonely and unhappy feelings. I just want to be alone and enjoy the excitement of love. I am a sentimental person who likes to walk through the rain Lane of love again and again. Holding a purple flower umbrella in the rain, the mind is graceful, and the feelings of thoughts are lost in front of you. Smart lines of poetry, narrow rain lanes, bloom into tearful chrysanthemums in the lonely night of the sky, and feel the fragrance and pain. Once, the unbearable warmth indulged in Last Night’s Dream. Tonight, I couldn’t help directing a beautiful encounter for myself. Now, we have all gone far, let the swaying shadow sink to our hearts, and no one will look back again, warming the lonely and desolate curtain of autumn rain, wet eyes, wet season, damp the flowers of missing, wet the lonely soul in the pen wants to sail with you in the water village of Jiangnan; I want to walk with you in the mountains and fields; I want to meet you under the oiled paper umbrella and smile. Only in this life, I know that it is an eternal luxury! For you, I would like to set a flood of water, moon and wind, agarwood thoughts; For you, I would like to describe a period of blue rhyme time, low eyebrow holding flowers, carrying coos Pure Lotus Chiang-Nan misty rain, small bridge flowing water, a wisp of lovesickness, curtain, a song of red dust, a drunken life can not see you, I will guess, your past life, my past life. Whether we walk hand in hand through the afternoon corridor, and the wisteria flower of the corridor is like a cloud; Your past life, my past life, whether you and I wander on the beach without people, watching the sea and the sky, listen to the call from the depths of the sea, the rain is drizzling, the water is passing away, a drop of landscape, a Ink of books, a piece of paper, a piece of autumn breeze, a white clothes white dress, supporting your favorite purple flower umbrella, drink a glass of green tea before rain and walk in the rain lane you and I first met. Are you still retaining those flowers? Let the faint fragrance feel sad? Are you also recalling the light rainy night, the bright green leaves? I don’t know why you mourn? Why sigh? I don’t know why you complain? Why hate? Why are you so confused? Do you use dream-like purple to smear tenderness for my dream? Do you use the fragrance of dreams to wait for me in rainy days? Maybe, you are complaining that I am drifting away in the autumn wind, maybe, you are hating that I walked away without leaving a word. In fact, it is not my intention to leave you if I want to talk to you with my heart and say a word of care. It is just for your better that the rain Lane is full of sorrow, dripping like tears, dripping at the edge of the oiled paper umbrella, in the long rain Lane, can you hold my mellow resentment and unspeakable helplessness? Inadvertently, a drop of tears rolled down, and my thoughts were wet with it. The clever involvement let me know that it was your tears, and you must miss me in the end of the world. In the quiet years, I looked back all the way, the autumn color was boundless, the porch was bevelled and the bell was drizzling, and my eyes were so low that I couldn’t cover my gentle thoughts. In the falling wind, the light singing spread the marks of green slabstone, count the rain and beat your sentimental poem. I cling to your memory, open the gift box of time and try to read you thousands of times. Through the misty flower of your book fragrance, my hands hold the light spirit, carry you, sway in the rivers of history, and wash away the tiredness of heart. How many times did you get drunk in the south of the Yangtze River in your dreams? How much did you feel in the rain Lane? This is what you wrote to me. Now I see this sad and beautiful rumor again. My heart is crying like rain. If I leave you like this, do you have resentment in your heart, but hatred? Listen to the rain quietly and ask the raindrops. Can you see me looking out at you? Slowly read the rain and ask the raindrops, can you hear the singing in the wind? Curtain raindrops, is it, cut my thoughts into letter, is it, take my heart out, bring my blessing piece? The autumn is cool and the butterflies fly away. The past is sad and wrong. The people of Fuqin are full of tears and shirts. How many times they get together and how many times they are separated. Why do they follow their fate! Rain of chiangnan, passionate tears, missing flying in the rain Lane; Oiled paper umbrella is also a medium, waiting for wandering in the rain Lane; You talk about the taste of not leaving, I put it into unforgettable experience, I would like to use the dust margin to atone for the deep-locked eyebrows at the bottom of your tower. I love and hate all kinds of things and several cycles are all in this quiet rain Lane. 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…