I can see through the scenery and watch the long flow of water together.

I like to hear you say: shallow encounter, deeply hidden. I like to dance with you in Tang poems, with white heads, and a song in song poems has no end and dances together. You have devoted three lives and three generations to the King. How much ink you have used up can’t describe your deep feelings towards me. I only sing over and over again that I will never be defeated in this life. I only admire the mandarin duck and stare at you deeply, but I dare not write down. I am afraid that I will grow old as soon as I write! — Foreword I met you, those fine and dense thoughts finally wound around my heart, breeding into a curved crescent, spreading in the small town of Jiangnan which is concerned day and night. In front of Xuan window, every word of silk words I said quietly was included by you in the bluestone in the ancient lane where you were dreaming, never leaving, never giving up, and writing the companion Tianya without regret. I, in the waters of your side, boil a cup of tea from the dust edge, look at the flowers and leaves, Yunshu Mountain ink is painted by itself. Holding a volume of books, a clear and elegant flower blooming smudged my whole sky. I smiled and knew that it was you. The lotus seed I lost five hundred years ago, and you have been waiting for thousands of years for you to meet again. This life meets again in the deepest red dust only waiting for me to come. I often appreciate the arrangement of fate, and you and I will meet each other in this life. Maybe the front is gone, maybe there is a destiny in the dark. But once we met, we knew each other. Once we saw each other, we fell in love with each other. The crowd recognized each other. The dusty memory woke you up to the agreement of my past life. Even if you were at the end of the world, I was at the Cape, I also made a promise to forget my heart. If you leave, you will never give up, neither will you give up. I am glad that there is a you at the end of the world, waiting for this beautiful agreement no matter you are born, old or sick. How many wild guests are half gone? How many scenery flowers bloom and fall, and the fragrance of a season is scattered? How many stories don’t end and turn into Tang poems/song phrases grievances? And you and I have always cherished this meeting waiting for three lives. Light brush ink dyeing time, fallen leaves drifting all over the bustling, you and I are still guarding this warm city, showing never abandon, no matter how time changes? I will still find each other in a starlight, and my eyes will still stay in each other. This feeling will fall down to the Yellow Spring, regardless of previous life or this life, whether it is waking up or sleeping, you still don’t regret to accompany me to indulge in the most fireworks world, accompany me to walk through the Tang poems/song phrases stunning in words, walk through the ancient meaning, I will wait for you in the blue smoky rain. Wait for you, get drunk in the West Building, and stay in the south of the Yangtze River. Wait for you. I am as quiet as a blooming Linglan. Don’t let the faint fragrance in your flowing hair. Wrap your eyes. Along the way, the words one after another record the dribs and drabs we met, the poems one after another, and the branches and leaves we know each other, just like flowers, more like Qinglian, in purple Street red dust, the butterfly was more than the wing, dancing out a love of the city. The fate between you and me has already written the most beautiful palace words, and the style of the world is flat, singing with you in the Moon, singing with you qinse, playing for thousands of years, playing Xiao Yin of the three dynasties, the strings of the five generations, listening to a song the male phoenix pursui from a distance, it was exactly the meeting, win the countless scenery in the world. From then on, the world is superred, only the bell of love for you! After I overcome the disease, I will continue to accompany you to face the sea when the Spring is warm and the flowers bloom, and I will watch the flowers bloom and fall at leisure, not surprised by honor and disgrace; Laugh and see the clouds rolling clouds and relaxing, and I have no intention to stay, in the same cycle, you dance with flying snow together, play a song without forgetting, waiting for the flowers to bloom in the end of the world, seeing through the scenery and watching the long stream of water together.. 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 button

Imagine that in this winter, your tender smile will open my white arms like snowflakes and grow wildly along the thread of missing. I will hold this happiness affectionately and warm myself with your name. Moshihua, lovesick, Azure and other smoky rain, and I have been waiting for you! Wen/Hongchen smiled at the past life. I was Qinglian, and you brushed your shoulders for Van Gogh. It was amazing for five hundred years. The flowers are blooming, the tone is hot and hot, and between the low eyebrows and smiles, whose deep feeling is gorgeous at first sight on the three-Life Stone? In this life, you are the mountain, I am the flowing water, the long wind is the song, the quiet string and the clear sound, the current pulse, and the Lingxiu is passionate. You are free and easy, gentle my eyebrows bend, my heart boat passes by, whose call is gentle and whose curtain? From then on, Xiaolu infatuated lingering, the stars and the moon are the basis, all the worries are charming, and all the soft words are just for you. Since then, I have been waiting for you in Tang poems/song phrases, waiting for your eyes to gently embrace my deep feelings into dreams; I am waiting in the pulse of Dan ink, wait for your eyes to pass through the red dust field and gently slide across my trembling soul. I know that you are the most beautiful meeting in my life, the distance between the ends of the Earth in the mediastinum. I have known each other for a long time; If I talk, I have cherished each other silently. You said, I am the most beautiful fairy tale in your life, my gentleness enriched your legend; I said, I would like to have a heart, white heads are not separated. I always believe that meeting is a gift from God. Maybe I am here to find you in this life. Imagine, on the path full of maple red, it is linked with your fingers, not seeking the end of the world, but simply forgetting; Imagine, in this winter, your tender smile will open my white arms like snowflakes and grow wildly along the thread of missing. I will hold this happiness affectionately and warm myself with your name. No one knows how much love there is in this world, which belongs to shallow encounter and deep understanding; And no one knows how much love there is in this world, which belongs to silent companion, silence and joy. Among the thousands of people, in the time of no luck, a person did not take a step earlier or a step later, and happened to come to your life. Is this a deep fate? Red Dust is a kind of love, a kind of feeling, not related to age, only associated with love; A kind of missing, not related to distance, but can be withered and broken; A kind of language, no need to make a sound, but words and voices; A kind of thinking, invisible, but the blend of heart and heart. Who said: about love, the child who keeps silent is the most bitter gardener. Everywhere, I hold a plain pen, Zheng song at night, just waiting for you, come to cross me; On the bank of Bodhi, I have a quiet eye, just waiting for you, turning the world into a corner, round my dream of lovesickness. In fact, I really want to turn into a beautiful butterfly, which is lingering with a feather every morning and attached to your shoulder. At every dusk, I share your words with a gentle attack. Always believe that time can flow away, but love is always alive. Sitting in the heart of the world, looking at the missing, a piece of heart words, turned into a rain full of love. In fact, I miss you so much, I grind, you play the piano, I play songs, draw a picture of deep affection, and make a concert together; I really want to brush under the lamp, I will redgusset for you, railing follow the window, hand in hand and side by side to see the oblique Sun, do not seek the end of the world, just want a dream to pour the city. How dare I grow old if you don’t come? Azure and other smoky rain, while I have been waiting for you! Dear, if you can, please give me a look back. The years are quiet, the red dust is safe, and there is a grand encounter in the dark ink. With your clear eyes, give me a deep gaze, treasure the heartbeats. Dear, if you can, please make me curtain. When I was in the golden age, those times that were read by flowing water always showed graceful flowers in the Curl, which made me dream, A smile in the unique and graceful words. Flowers bloom and flowers bloom all over the sky. Who’s calling lightly? Where flowers bloom, it hurts to wait for a season? Who’s mind, in the low back melody with the autumn water for a long time? In the past few years, if there is a person, in your life, the fireworks are gorgeous, the stars are shining, even though they are separated from the sea and the fields, they can call in the dream of the soul, but Miss in words, is this not a kind of happiness?! I am a stranger to flowers, love button, warm love, and I begin to remember deeply. Yi Nuo Qingcheng, a land of heaven, the mountain has no edge, the heaven and earth are united, and you dare to fight with the King. How can I meet you? At my most beautiful moment, I am the woman standing near the water, with three thousand moon flowers, singing for you to walk in the water every night. Just wait for you, through the love of the city, through the water, gently take me away, along with my gentle praise (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) 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 once met you in the deepest red dust in the third generation [1]]

Every place you walk through will not be my warm memory? Every meeting on the road of life is not the scenery we left together? Jun should speak, misty clouds, sealed with a kiss, only for whom to go. Inscription the small bridge flowing water, bamboo shadow whirling, standing in the moonlight, holding the window, looking at his obstinacy over and over again. In the quiet forest, the wind blows the beautiful music, as if telling the unique desolation and loneliness. With scars all over my body, I began to imagine when I could feel your temperature and gently slide across my face, just like the one-meter sunshine in winter. Under your tender eyes, my face turned red. Heartbreak, tears, understand, you taught me what is treasure, gave me rich and complete happiness in my life, and gave me happy love, at the same time, I crushed my happy dream accumulated day and night. The moon is round, the wind is continuous, and the night is beautiful. In my opinion, it is just a short encounter. I don’t know what is stirring my heart, why is it full of sadness, however, he still kept the infatuation and held the yellowed scroll in his hand. He was deeply immersed in the boundless loneliness. He picked a faded smile with long sleeves swinging with the wind, and a hint of unbreakable love, dyeing is just a beautiful picture scroll. A paragraph of beautiful song poems and a sentence of touching Tang poems go through the Jingxiu article to find your footprints. I hope to look back at your skim shadow. However, no matter how beautiful the chapter is, you can’t keep you. You are the beating note, which flashed instantly and gradually drifted away. Your departure has Lonely my whole world. Even if it is full of flowers and flowers without your company, it is just a desolate piece. Even if it is shining neon and side by side without you, I will get lost. If you want to break free from this great red dust and keep quiet, no matter how hard you struggle in front of the vulgar waves. Now, exhausted, I sincerely pray for Heaven, hoping to continue the future with you in the next world. If you can, I will wait for you to pick me up with colorful Hongqiao at that time. Dear, in order to meet Hongqiao in the afterlife, my name is Qiaoqi in this world, so we won’t get lost and find each other soon. At that time, you must not forget the woman named Qiaoqi, because she booked your life to heaven. Then, in this life, can I be a visitor, looking forward to the deepest meeting in the red dust in the clouds and ravines of Bixia? For that a time remembered, for that youth covenant. 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…

Edge of hand

I was lucky enough to live in the ancient Chang’an of the imperial capital of the 13th dynasty, that is, today’s Xi’an. I was born in SI and Chang Si. I saw it for nearly 60 years. Yu loved the mountains, water, grass and trees here, I have deep feelings for her. Xi’an is a place surrounded by mountains and eight waters. The wind and rain are smooth, and it is also a land of peace. Therefore, you can also feel the good intentions of the emperors at that time. Not to mention the climate alone, if it is hot, it will be hot, and if it is hot, it will be dry and happy. If it is rare and wet, it will be stuffy in sauna days; If it is cold, it will be cold and refreshing. If it is cold, it will be cold and cold, in summer, the sun is scorching and the ground is burning. In winter, the snow is heavy. The four seasons are distinct. In spring, summer, autumn and winter, each has its own characteristics, highlighting the climate characteristics of the North. Here, I want to talk about the winter landscape of Xi’an. Many years ago, a friend of his family in the rural area of Guanzhong, Shaanxi province talked about the snowy days in his hometown. Yu wrote a little essay “Ruixue” for this. Later, it was revised to “the little sigh of snow” and published on the website. Excerpts from a paragraph in that small article: In the vast world, the cold wind whistles and flies with endless white winter tea. The lofty and undulating mountains in the distance can’t see clearly, only revealing vague outline lines. The white snow completely covers them. A forest under the mountain is like a cluster of white mushrooms, the Qingqing River flowing out from the mountain became a long belt of a winding bald eagle that went down into a depression, stretching into the distance and disappearing far away between heaven and earth, the houses, big and small, high and low in the village have become piles of white building blocks tape, and only the wisps of smoke show the existence of human beings. In the distance, several white snowballs wriggled on the road. It was a vast expanse of white sky and earth among school children who rushed home in a heavy snow day. It was be covered with snow, just like a wonderful oil painting of snow scenery, which was fascinating and fascinating, although the snow scenery in Xi’an is not as poetic as that, the heavy snow will fall several degrees every year. The amount of snow falling and the cold are no different. There is a thick layer of ice flowers on the glass, the ice skates under the eaves are one or two feet long, and the earth under the feet is still frozen as hard as stone. I remember that the winter in Xi’an was very cold when I was a child. Maybe it was not cold when I was young, or maybe there was no such thing as ski suit cotton-padded leather shoes leather gloves to keep out the cold at that time. In winter, especially after I entered the ninth year, heavy snow always comes one after another, freezing to shrink your hands and necks, children’s hands and cheeks are frozen to crack, not one or two, so they are still playing in the ice and snow, running crazy, making snowmen, snowball fights, skiing and playing ice skating under the eaves after heavy snow, especially in the evening of sunrise and snow melting, the road is very smooth, pedestrians will fall back to the sky if they are not careful. Later, when I grew up and worked, it was even more unlucky to meet such a weather. The cement pavement was one by one, and the blocks were uneven. As long as I met this kind of icicles on my bike, I immediately turned over and fell a few meters away, with a piece of rushing down, the pain of falling down is still unforgettable, and some middle-aged and elderly people have been broken due to this. Therefore, at that time, I didn’t like the cold winter very much, as if it didn’t bring much benefits, and even caused disgust. I hoped that there would be less snow and the road should not be so smooth and harmful. In other words, this is not a simple language. Now it has become a reality. Yesterday’s scenery is no longer, and ice and snow have become the story of the past. It is rare and strange to see a snowflake in a year, instead, we look forward to and yearn for the fall of heavy snow every year, hoping for the ice and snow in the dream. In recent years, great changes have taken place in Xi’an. The city has been many times more beautiful than before. It seems that the sky has changed and become warm, so that it can’t feel the cold in winter, pretty ladies wearing stockings can still be seen on the street the third nine-day period after the winter solstice. Young people cotton shoes are already a few, and what is more obvious is that winter snow has become a rare thing. I remember that after a heavy snow in 2008, it was hard to see a few snowflakes in recent years. Several times this year, snow was predicted, but what was expected was a few scattered small snow grains and raindrops, which were quite different from the scenery of childhood decades ago. In fact, this change is not only Xi’an, but also the whole Guanzhong region of Shaanxi. People like to yearn for spring because she is lovely, and everything recovers from warming the ground in spring, full of vitality and vitality. However, cold and low temperature can kill germs in pure air, and snowflakes can moisten everything. There is no cold sterilization, and there is no essential moisture stored in heavy snow. How come the gorgeous spring of the year is full of energy? Everything generally has two sides, and advantages and disadvantages coexist. The cold and freezing of Shushi makes people cold and unbearable, and brings all kinds of disadvantages and troubles to life. However, the efficacy of cold sterilization cannot be replaced by other things. Cold weather can be protected against the cold by adding clothes, heating and other methods, but how can all kinds of germs survive and breed? Human beings have not yet produced air conditioners that can cool down hundreds of miles. What’s more, snow is water. How can the sharp drop of precipitation make up for it? There is no snow in winter, how can the crops grow well next year? It is snow, actually it is water. Over the years, the rain has also been less, and there are not many raindrops in a year. People in the city feel that it is convenient and convenient, but crops and people’s lives are threatened. Two years ago, CCTV once broadcasted a feature film about shushui, one of which was deeply engraved in the heart, saying that several meters deep after drilling wells in the Hebei Plain area decades ago, it now has to reach 100 or 200 meters, some areas are even worse. It was mainly caused by excessive exploitation and warming climate. The media disclosed that the glacier iceberg in the north and south pole accelerated to melt, the snow lines of snow mountains continued to rise, abnormal extreme natural phenomena occurred frequently, the Earth became warmer day by day, typhoons, tsunamis, mudslides and sandstorms were rampant, and groundwater sank, some rivers and lakes are dry and dry, and some wild animals are on the verge of extinction. The Sahara Desert in Africa is still expanding recklessly. The tropical rainforest along the Amazon River, the world’s largest river, is shrinking, the drought and extreme heat in the African continent have intensified year by year. The summer in Asia and Europe has warmed up year by year. The coastline of Maldives is getting shorter and shorter. The bathing grounds of polar bears are getting smaller and smaller. The ozone layer over Australia is becoming thinner and thinner, the fresh water that human beings can drink in their mouths is more and more cherished by human beings, but more and more, and the 7 billion Pass is easy to break through. Today, industrial production in various countries around the world is growing year by year in full swing, bringing endless convenience, comfort and enjoyment to human beings. Vehicles of the size of ants are bustling on the streets, and the use of a large number of electrical appliances brings unexpected joy to people, all these have brought many disasters to this silent Earth. The greenhouse effect is becoming more and more obvious. In order to survive, to facilitate, to enjoy, human beings have invented and created countless fruitful results. But have you ever asked yourself, have you ever considered the feeling of carrying your own Earth? For their own interests, they never thought about the bearing capacity of the Earth. Is the old man on earth willing? Have you ever agreed? Does it have a temper? Human beings have evolved step by step into the powerful first killer of nature who truly gives us gifts. The numerous cement buildings and chimneys in the sky, the increasingly dense and thicker roads, railways, trains and trains, make the world in front of us bright and dazzling. I don’t know whether it is achievement or sin or sorrow? When the pressure reaches a certain limit and is close to the limit, no matter how well you cultivate your temper, you will also get angry. The Earth is gradually emerging, and nature is ruthlessly punishing the initiator, human beings began to taste the bitter fruit of self-brewed. The rain should be less than a few decades ago. The snow should be treasured. Warm winter finally came and snowflakes became hopes and desires. At least Shaanxi Guanzhong belt. Do you deserve this? Look at this home under our feet again, what about today after thousands of years of vicissitudes and vicissitudes? It seems that everyone knows how to conform to the law and respect the law, but they forget it when they ask for it. Is it a bit too much for the Earth that gives birth to human beings? Is the method of asking a little too greedy and too casual? In the mid-1990s, I went to the goldfish ditch in the suburbs of Xi’an for an outing. There were no big trees on the low soil plateau. Farmers cut down all the young trees with thick arms, which could determine their own life and death, however, it is difficult to decide one’s own destiny. Can people change the micro environment but cannot change the whole Earth? Can people win the Sky? Entering the second decade of the 21st century, what should human beings reflect on? In fact, if human beings want to survive, there is nothing wrong with living relaxing and comfortable comfortable enjoyment. It is also the pursuit of nature. To achieve these goals, they need to ask for natural resources to a large extent. Among them, the key lies in a degree of demand, respecting and obeying objective laws and grasping appropriate, while scientific demand may have nothing to do with the overall situation of their own survival. Otherwise, it will accelerate the revenge of nature and destroy the living environment, it may also be possible to shorten the time limit for human beings to survive on the Earth as a whole. Among them, the Earth is essential for local recuperation. Asking too much is not only the abnormal weather of resource depletion, but also whether to think about future generations? Today, fortunately, human beings have begun to reflect on themselves. All countries have basically reached a consensus, paying attention to the relationship between development and environmental protection to varying degrees, and taking certain measures, or effective methods and measures to reduce damage and resource reuse as much as possible, at the same time develop new energy, in order to reduce the demand and harm to the Earth. In spite of this, I still vaguely heard the sound of the rumbling mountain guns deafening. The mountains were open and broken, and the Green Mountains were no longer gone. With the harsh sound of chainsaw, the green trees fell down and the smell was mixed, the feeling of sadness poured into my heart. I began to reflect on myself, became conscious and acted. However, there were too many debts, which could fundamentally reverse today’s evil situation for five years. This may require tens of generations of algebra to work hard and tirelessly, only then can it be improved and effective. Most people yearn for the warmth of spring, but at this time I am more eager and praying for the heavy snow flying and the ice and snow in the long winter. Can it be eliminated without ice and snow germs? There is no snow, how much new green can there be in the coming year? 2013.02.08: 45. 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…

Love is like a simple song

Love is like a simple song. You can sing softly or shout loudly. In this process, if you are serious and hard, you may spend your whole life easily, let go, the only thing left may be regret. Most of the time, I don’t understand whether to love someone is loving his heart or his appearance. If I choose, I want to tell everyone superficially that I just like beautiful things, of course, the heart is also extremely important. I hope that the person I love will arm his appearance with his heart, but not everyone can learn such things as temperament, so I prefer to believe my eyes. My friend fell in love and had a long-distance relationship, but she didn’t know it. She went back to the dormitory every day after school. The first thing was to open the computer and chat with him. She only said that she was a neighbor of a relative. She met him when she was a child, but now I have grown up, and I don’t know what it looks like. It looks good when I was a child. I don’t know why. I haven’t seen videos for so long. Why is it always voice chat? Is it because the voice of the opposite friend is very nice and magnetic, people who study journalism have such a quirk that they are excited when they find a good voice. We have such feelings for our friends, every day, I guess what kind of sunny boy will have such a pleasant voice. I heard that he is very tall, and I heard that he is not very handsome, but there is such a voice, what is the appearance relatively. As everyone expected, my friend is really in love, and the object of love is the so-called good voice. After a period of time, the good voice told my friend that the cherry blossoms here are blooming and beautiful. Do you want to see it, in a word, my friend let go of the things in his hand and ran to the city with good voice. At this time, the good voice was happy, and my friend was even more willing. Later development has been very smooth, good voice often find time to see friends, of course, we also saw the so-called good voice, very tall and sunny, but not so handsome, because his face was flooded with pimples, of course, this was just the initial impression. My friend had a very happy chat with him. After years of absence, there were endless topics to talk about. Obviously, they went out to play together, friends always forget our former girlfriends, but we are happy to be forgotten for our friends to have such a destination. One day, friends told us that the real love is to work hard for each other and to become better for each other. I think this should be the promise of good voice to her to make herself better and let her friends live a happy life in the future. The story is so simple, there are not too many twists and turns, there is nothing too much test, some are just ordinary everyday and every little bit. This kind of love is what I admire, in my heart, it is like a simple song. I remember that the dean told us not to try to fall in love without preparation for lovelorn love, but love can be met but cannot be sought. Its beauty is sometimes too painful, but most people are willing to hurt like this, not to say that marriage is the grave of love, but most people in the world are willing to enter such a grave. Zhang Ailing once said that if you like a person, you will be humble to the dust and then blossom. Most of them talk about this truth, so I always think that people who fall in love are so brave. I remember Grandma told me the story of her and grandpa before. At that time, Grandpa was going to fight as a soldier. Grandma just got married. From the mountain to the mountain, dowry was also a mountain. She just got married, without giving birth to a child, grandpa left with the big army. Grandpa was a very handsome person, more than 1.8 meters tall, and he spoke with great prestige, but grandma was such a weak person, as if no one dared to offend. After grandpa left for several years, Grandma waited for several years. Later, grandma raised her aunt now. Without children at home, she felt not angry. At that time, when there was such a lack of supplies, life was hard, and Grandpa didn’t have to come back, because many people didn’t come back when they went. Now think about it, what the aunt brought grandma was the hope for life. The later ending was naturally very good. I often told my grandfather and grandmother stories with my friends. Most of my friends would have such a reaction. One meter five could also marry one meter eight, then I can also find a tall and handsome prince, but Grandpa is not Grandma’s prince, but grandma is Grandpa’s guardian, guarding Grandpa’s home and raising children for Grandpa, although she is very weak and I like her carelessly, she deserves my admiration in some aspects. I have always believed that there is not much love in such an era. At most, I looked at each other. My family felt that the door was right and got married. They may not know each other before marriage, but later, my mother told me that there was not much difference between the past and the present. Although it was the life of my parents, I had to look at it myself and cultivate my feelings to a certain stage, only then did she think of getting married, especially in Grandpa’s time, there were not many people who were willing to wait, but the women at that time were too docile, had not read books, and strictly followed the three and four virtues to live, this is what grandma did. She never spoke loudly all her life. But such a lifetime can also be called Love. Why should love be vigorous and vigorous? Love is so simple and good that there is no need to think hard. It is a lifetime of knowing each other and a lifetime of firewood, rice, oil and salt, let nature take its course for a lifetime, just like a simple song. Ha ha, God knows how much I yearn for such love! I want to sing this song. 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…

Who are you crazy about

The winter in the northwest is really a cry and laugh! The cold a few days ago is enough to freeze all the worries, while the recent warm sun makes people feel like spring. Open the window and bring in the sunshine to add some outdoor atmosphere to the room that is almost airtight to keep warm. I always dislike winter, because there is little snow in winter, which is basically dry and cold. The dry climate makes people feel restless. Inexplicable anger brewing in the body will inadvertently destroy who’s docile temper will burst in this season. Whether you like it or not, winter will not come, and it will be so long. Sitting on the balcony of the campus, I put down my boring review outline and quietly cast my eyes far away. There was a laughter from colleagues in the ear, and one sentence was very clear: winter is so crazy! After listening for such a long time, I laughed. Winter is crazy, the wind blows the scattered clouds away, ice and snow, like a blade, come all over the world, unwilling to penetrate slowly, must show all its cold and hard temperament at once, that stupid, that absolute, annoying. While spring is different, it is Hui. In the morning when you open your sleeping eyes, you will find tender grass on the ground. I don’t know when the apricot flowers in the community will bloom, all of these are naturally infiltrated, allowing you to slowly perceive in your habits. As a result, spring grows the poetic and artistic meaning of literati and mokers, and it seems that everything in the world is beautiful because of spring. Intelligence is popular, so will it be annoying? Watching latent, we all know two women: Zuo Lan and Cui Ping. Zuo Lan is beautiful, intelligent, knowledge-based New Woman, and has a firm revolutionary belief. She has always been Yu Zicheng’s immortal love in her heart; Cui Ping, rustic, without culture, simple and honest, lacking wisdom, let Yu Zicheng smile bitterly. It was this foolish woman who changed herself for him and knew that he had love in his heart. The year of war replaced him to give birth to a daughter, but he was lonely all his life. Such a woman is naturally stupid, indescribable, but it is so painful. Deep in Love, we can also be used to comfort Cui Ping’s heart. Then, what kind of pity will we have for sister Lin’s obsession? Often we will cry to the crazy women, because their hearts are always so soft, soft and covered with scars. Lin Daiyu, the most typical crazy woman, despised all her life, but she was only infatuated with brother Bao in her whole life. When she learned that the person Baoyu was going to marry was Xue Baochai, how many tears we shed at this moment were not for this infatuation? Women are not necessarily crazy, so what kind of crazy women will make people feel distressed? Shen Meizhuang in the biography of Zhen Zhen is as elegant and dignified as his name. She was well-born, full of poetry books, generous and decent, and had a quiet personality. When she slowly came into contact with Wen Shi, she couldn’t get the ideal love she wanted when she entered the deep Palace, it was all out of control to Wen realchu, and she sank. He died massive vaginal bleeding after giving birth to a real child. However, when you protect me and face the arrow with your back, I can no longer forget Martel and Ruoxi in this life, the kind and sweet woman in “Step by Step”, when the fourth brother was unsuspecting and honest, made her believe without hesitation; When the fourth brother subconsciously gave up her life to save, Ruoxi decided to follow her all her life. Although they were not together, their hearts were closely connected. How many eighteen years can a woman have? How do you spend the best time? Wang Baodi, the thousand gold of Xiangfu, was thrown to the beggar Xue Pinggui in Hydrangea. Not long after marriage, Xue Pinggui went to Xiliang to fight. This time, is the 18 years of suffering? Who knows that the 18 years of waiting is not for love? The ending of Wang Baodi was a traditional happy reunion. Eighteen years later, it was simply a beautiful talk through the ages to recognize the couple and work with the Princess of war. Unfortunately, eighteen days later, Wang Baodi died and failed to carry out this hypocritical happiness more forever. Is such a woman annoying or lovable? Is it crazy enough to pay for youth and love? 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…

Kiss suspended in the air

I rode through my thin youth, through Viola, through kapok, through the sadness and fickleness that appeared in time. Looking back at the end, over the hill, the prosperity is over. Those things that we thought we would never forget were forgotten by us in the process we never forget. Those habits that have never been used to are used in the process of getting used. The only thing I can’t touch in central China these years is your kiss suspended in the air. Once you appeared. It seemed to be a towering mountain. There was a river between us, looking at each other. Unable to cross the river, the voice of the river became my every night and everyday Song of Despair. I am a camellia. After you left, I opened up in despair and was still as charming as fire. It seems that we have never formally said goodbye, and every time we are farewell. The noise and brightness of the world, the worldly happiness and happiness, like a clear stream, in the wind, in front of my eyes, Miluo passed by, but will not stop for me. This is the feeling, which can withstand the wind and rain, but can not withstand the ordinary; The wind and rain together, the weather will be scattered. A person always takes a strange road, watching strange scenery and listening to strange songs, and then suddenly thinks about it at some casual moment. In the original day, what I had caught was forgotten. Originally forgotten gone. But it has always been lingering in my mind. Fate is unpredictable, and we have no way to know what will happen next moment. Are you proud of your love? Or my happy ending. Love is just a set of fate. We prepare for a rainy day and our heart is Haggard. It is unknown that it has already been doomed. The wind and snow moon is a magnificent castle. However, with a gentle touch, it fades like dust, but it is so helpless. I am not willing to be folded away from the branch and lose my soul. I can’t be a tough walking corpse. I would rather have a ferocious face and be discarded. Don’t want to lose your heart. Some words have been buried in my heart for a long time, and I have no chance to say them. When I have the chance to say them, I can’t say them. Hide in a certain time, miss the palm print of a period of time; Hide in a certain place, miss a person who stands on the way and also stands on the way, let me worry about. He is always gentle, even in ordinary words, he has convincing magic. I often imagined the sweetness of reconciliation alone, or the hug when I met again. At that time, I would beat each other with tears and giggle. What a beautiful picture it should be, but sometimes life is so ironic. You are like a playful child, wandering to the sky, wandering to the sky but still unwilling to come back. No matter love or life, it is not Lin Daiyu, and it will not bring us sorrow because of sadness. When we were young, we danced together because of love or loneliness. When we fell in love, why did we feel alone? After the vicissitudes of life, why do we feel lonely as before but prefer to be strangers; Are you unable to let go of your hesitation? Or can’t I break my heart? I will always complete the separation and separation that I don’t want to perform with you in the long dream. Between us, sadness or sweetness can only be rounded in the dream. The space we have formed is free to let the years come and go, so the appearance of the people who are still protected has not changed and there is a huge hatred without ending. It roams between years until we are all old. Unexpectedly, this old age has passed a lifetime. If we are all children, we can stay in the place of time, sit together and listen to those stories that never grow old while slowly look up. In this way, we never have to argue about what is right and what is wrong. For children, happiness is the king, but not for us. Will love be like the flowers on the cement floor growing old and old? Will your kiss not be suspended in the air, so close, so far. Everything is like a drawing without alignment. Everything in the past can’t go back to the past, thus slowly extending the 1.1-point mistake. Maybe we should really forget the staggered things. Youth is a beautiful sadness. In the days of youth, the movement of my body is one thing, and the place of my dream soul is another thing. When youth is gone, I can no longer wander in the same place, I can no longer stubbornly guard and won’t come back, nor can I struggle to see your unexciting. I forgot the year, the month, the day on which Wall I carved a face and looked at my face with a smile and sadness. I smiled and said that I stayed in the original place of time, but your kiss suspended in the air had already been swept away silently by the torrent. 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 eyes are filled with you enamored years old

I wore a string of exquisite flowers with words to tie happiness and happiness into the wind chimes of the season. When the first flower in early spring is blooming, I will ring the crisp wind chimes and pick up the most beautiful flower fragrance, place the red dust and fall in love with you, year after year! — Inscription One year and one year, the time seems to be very short, as short as a bunch of small waves in the long river of time. When looking back, it is still clear and bright as flowers; One year old, the time seems to be very long, the appearance can wrap our happy laughter and sadness. When we return, we are still moved by our heart and warm as spring. I don’t know how many times, in the wind, in the rain, in the dream, I call you your name with the lightest and lightest voice, such as diamonds, such as stars, such as fragrant lily eyes, such as a quiet Willow with dense thoughts. Perhaps, you heard my call, and you woke up with the flowers blooming at dawn. In the romantic moment when spring is warm and blooming, two exquisite hearts, like water, pass through the purple Street red dust of the moss wall, and go through the years when they fall in love with each other. You hold my hand and turn the spring of life into a clear lake in the deep part of the season, taking this beauty and tranquility, fragrance and tranquility as a classic collection. Blend the shimmer and freshness in the night of spring into the picture of life, and ignite the hope of spring with a clear heart. The most beautiful thing in life is not face, not prosperity, not tenderness, not shawl, but a state of mind. By the ferry, the boat fell asleep, and the flowers were so fragrant in the field. Looking up at the blue sky, after the Sunshine rinsing, it is blue, clear, like brocade, like the sea. At this time, the spring is very strong. My thoughts are like butterflies in the breeze, dancing and dancing on the track of my life. I clearly saw the days and nights we used to have four distinct seasons, dancing and singing in the time and space of the seasons. In spring, we went to the wild outing. The clouds were light and the wind was light. The flowers blossomed weeping willow. There were small flowers like stars everywhere. We ran among the flowers and willows. We snuggled up beside the stream and the grass was everywhere, in the summer of the colorful dream narrated with eyes closed, we rafting in the West Lake, enjoying the Holy Lotus on the lake quietly, wandering in the mountains and rivers with thick makeup, expressing our feelings comfortably and singing a song of water, the mountains are empty and rainy. If you want to compare the West Lake with Xizi, you should wear the perfect poem with light makeup. We are deeply in love and express our feelings freely. In autumn, we went to romance of the grassland. On the endless green carpet, we galloped. We heard the skewers Bell from the wind. We saw swarms of butterflies, bees, sheep, hills and jadeite flowing into the clouds slowly, just like a green rendering, chinese paintings without ink lines are hung in the sky, so beautiful! So we played songs to our heart’s content. The scenery is beautiful and the white clouds are low, and the world is drunk. In winter, we appreciate snow and plum painting under the moon, write freehand brushwork, smile and tea, let our thoughts fly in the snowy season, and let our dreams bounce down a nostalgic song in the flying posture. Put a piece of soft sadness in the thread of time, rotating and rotating with snowflakes, and the white wings were sparkling with plum red. Those Shuixie towers and those ancient ways raised the white flag willingly, be its gentle captive! The war subsided, Aomei danced with flying snow, and the Earth and the long Sky were the same. It is vast and ethereal, and it is magnificent. Walking through a long snowy road, I felt a quiet and indifferent state of mind! If I can, I want to splash ink on the snow-white rice paper, draw mountains, draw water, and show flowers. For you, Dancai flows clouds, and the Four Seasons are bright. If I can, I will use my life to sail a boat, carrying the clarity of your life, making a blue hope shine on the beach of time. If I can, I will use Kahlua smile to warm your sincere eyes resolutely. No matter the world is in all ways, no matter the world is cold and warm, the feeling of beauty will always be peaceful in the red dust. How I wish I could sing a song to you one day, a song of the end of the world. How I wish I could dance one day and dance to the endless abundance and beauty of my life. When we are happy, we look at each other and enjoy ourselves happily. When we are lost, we will never give up and live through ups and downs. How I hope that one day, you and I will be able to raise a case and look at poetry books together; How I hope that one day, you and I will be able to listen to the rain in the south of the Yangtze River, Mobei legend of the Condor. When drunk, the scene is on the ground, and the wine is on the wind. When it is idle, it is redgusset, and poems are chanted under the moon. Every morning, pray for the first ray of sunshine on the horizon. At every starting point, facing the horizon of the sea, make a wish. Wait for a spring breeze, far away, like on the side of the Earth. Looking forward to, looking forward to, waiting for you, breaking through the cold and coming as promised. I came to my side with a smile. On elegance, you look like bamboo dew and breeze. Looking at the charm, you are the Pearl Yurun. Your steps are so light, soft and crystal clear! You are the mark of the cloud, taking the sky as the scene and the land as the propaganda, carefully outline a stunning ink painting. Dark fragrance floating, thick and light, suitable. Come on, my years and years, in order to welcome you day and night, I have made sufficient preparations. Come on, my spring, summer, autumn and winter, in order to make you smile, I will be sunny all day long and bright all my life. Your heart is a clear spring water, watering my dry life, I treasure the stars shining in the dream. In the blue night sky, the beauty of the moon’s Jiguang feather is like the luster and warmth of satin, showing the beauty of independence in the world. And that thrilling silence! Still, I can hear the tide fluctuation of my heartbeat. My heart is full of endless happiness and joy of the four seasons. My eyes bear in mind the little bits and pieces of walking hand in hand, full of enamored years old with you. 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…