The only reason why I know you

Love to live, warm a meeting, you are the most beautiful meeting in my life. Even though there are all kinds of superred in the world, I love you alone. With a wisp of fragrance, a piece of paper is bright, and you will quietly keep the ends of the world and read in red and dust, just because you understand you. Inscription the years are quiet, and the time of the passing years is like a falling petal rain, flowing between your fingers with faint fragrance. I like to spread a plain paper in the shallow time, and feel like water and tender feelings, writing the pulse and heart for you, and letting the faint lovesickness pass through your eyes to moisten my eyes. The encounter with you has sunk my love in the world. The memory of the palm is full of the fragrance of the first encounter. Looking back, when I first met in life, my heart was dark. With the graceful feelings of a young girl, it was like a lotus. It was full of you on your way. You were like a butterfly, falling into my flowers, all kinds of tender laughter nightmare, gently tap my Heart Lake, turn it into Truelove Knot, and become the monarch every day. At this glance, I don’t drop-dead gorgeous, don’t pour the city, and devote my whole life to one person. If all the encounters in the world are reunion after a long separation, then you must be the one who said to me in the previous life: The mountain has no edge, the heaven and earth are the lover who dares to fight with the King. If love is a practice, then I would like to incarnate Stone Bridge, for you to be blown by five hundred years of wind, five hundred years of sun, five hundred years of rain, just to get your eyes back, maybe I am the woman who loves to practice for thousands of years, loving you is my destiny in this life. The past is like a picture scroll of floating light and shadow, and you are the person in the picture. You are the spring water in the mountain, which comes with sweetness and moistens my heart. You are the bright red in the flowers and comes with fragrance. You are the snowflake dancing in winter, come with romance, fragrant my dream. You are the sunshine in the sunrise, coming with hope, shining my life. Mountains and Rivers depend on each other and clouds surround each other. You are the most beautiful scenery in my life. In the silhouette of time, the mountain is the story of water, the cloud is the story of wind, and you are destined to be my story in this life. Corner with love, it is the reunion of eyes and eyes, the meeting between heart and heart, how many times the world looks at each other, you smile at me on the other side, stinging my heart. I read you through the distance of missing. I read your curtain, the vicissitudes of time and love. Junsheng I am not born, I am old, and I am doomed to have a lifetime of pain. Maybe some feelings can only be carried with one heart, some love can only be kept together in the world. Then in this life, let me look at your happiness in the warmest posture. The Silent Night, the heart of missing is extremely soft, a Spring River and a moon night rippling in the heart, the song is melodious, the love is also long, rendering the lovesickness to convey love, I put the bright scenery and the March branch head, let the sun light up your clear sky. I will care about it and let the wind flow clouds, and let the blessing bring you peace and happiness. I will miss it and the sun, moon and stars, and let the Blue Bird sing a song for you. I feel your breath in the air, I listen to your heart in the song, I look for your figure in the moonlight, I would like to turn into a beautiful butterfly, stay in front of your window, I would like to wrap my eyes around your eyebrows, dear, have you ever understood my heart? Sit at the intersection of time, pick up a touch of concern, accompany you to the end of the world, and protect you for a long journey in every wandering day. I have always believed that the best love is to put one heart on another and love his weakness and loneliness. When the prosperity is over, the appearance is no longer the only one in each other’s world. Dear You know, I lead Nzn prosperity and silence, sad your troubles and sorrow. I wish I could add clothes for you when the wind blows, hold an umbrella for you in the rain and snow, and accompany you in a cold day. In the morning glow, we sit in that meter of sunshine, and we snuggle with each other at dusk, the bright moon is clear and clear, and the flowers bloom and fall together. Moonlight is pouring into the city, with dark fragrance and thoughts blooming quietly in the light moonlight. Qingniao is eager to look at it, and it’s just for you, dear, I really want to buckle with your fingers, feel the temperature of your palm, forget the red dust, and go round a romantic scene with flowers and snow. The smoky rain in the south of the Yangtze River is red and dusty. The song rain in the Tang dynasty continues to write love legends in the Sahara desert. The ten miles of ancient ways are seen as the grass grows and the grass flies. The green hills and clear waters is full of happiness. The moon is full of the West Building. With you, the ends of the earth do not admire mandarin ducks or immortals. Time is like water, and it is always silent. I cut off time and engrave your original appearance in my life. From the love at first sight at the beginning of love, two lovers are happy with each other, to the present hand, two hearts agree with each other, the way of love is full of lovesickness and happiness. A small flower, a heart word is love. A care and a blessing are true feelings. Standing on the street, if I smile, it is because I think of you, and the sunshine shines on the window sill in winter. If I feel warm, it is also because I think of you, flowers bloom and fall, and I look at the clouds and clouds, you are the color of spring in my heart, and you are the happiness of my life. Deep in the red dust, the circulation of seasons tells the cold and warm life. I hold the plain notes of time and put you in my heart silently and happily. When the ends of the Earth are poor, there is only endless lovesickness, how many degrees of Flowers Bloom, who is waiting for the old? Who is the face of love? In this life, I missed the blooming flowers, the blooming flowers, but I didn’t miss you. On blossom in the field, the light laughter nightmare of Yiren was hidden, and a period of dust was lingering. Butterfly flowers fell in love with each other, and the red dust was drunk. In this life, a lovesickness red bean is planted. Xu I is tender and loves forever. Looking back, my thoughts and your love are always there. Love to live, warm a meeting, you are the most beautiful meeting in my life. Even though there are all kinds of superred in the world, I love you alone. With a wisp of fragrance, a piece of paper is bright, and you will quietly keep the ends of the world and read in red and dust, just because you understand you. QQ2273811825 Zan (prose editor: prose online) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon… Enter June In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… The confusion of summer night I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool… Love story Lover dies, lover…

Love can never stand waiting

The sky is cloudy and the heart is sad. Once upon a time, will the floating feelings be so persistent? A person sat quietly in front of the computer, thinking deeply. In the spring season, it was so bleak and tired, without any warmth. It seemed to be close to a distance. He reached out and couldn’t touch it. Try hard to look at the vast sky, which is a piece of gray. You can’t see any color, let alone the expected future. Tears ran across his cheeks, sadness dripped on the ground, composing notes, pretty rhythm, but he forgot between melancholy that youth had already been folded. He could not grasp its tail until it began and ended. Memory is a photo. I looked at the photo repeatedly, but I didn’t know that the photo had already been left on that quiet night. You turned around and I saw you again. Looking back, you went far, maybe like duckweed hit by the rain, only have a short and accidental gathering, and then ending song of love. Shu Ting is: it seems to be separated forever, but it depends on each other for life; Xu Zhimo is: You remember it, you ‘d better forget it; Xi Murong is: write the 300 poems contained in it in the sky with light clouds, perhaps we should really learn to face it with a light mood, regard the world as a beautiful shadow, and regard all nothingness and hypocrisy as roses of paper, which is more fun without any intention. Can’t let go, can’t open the initial expectation; Can’t forget, deep hesitation in the eyes. If love was not confused, I wouldn’t hide alone in the corner of no one, quietly and sentimental; If love was not lonely, I wouldn’t force myself to fold up the desolation in the bustling crowd; If love was not persistent, I wouldn’t miss someone strongly under the blue sky alone. If love was not sincere, I wouldn’t sit alone in front of the computer lamenting my life and lamenting the fate of too many, too much loneliness, too much attachment, unable to hold, unable to copy, unable to make a comeback. Although I can’t deeply experience loneliness and sadness, I always feel inexplicable sadness, stirring tears in my eyes, hard to sleep, tearful vicissitudes, infinite confusion, so unforgettable, I don’t know when to release my hesitation and helplessness. At this time, the window was already ticking raindrop, and the broken beads, like my heart, were fragmented. I used to think that persistence would last forever. I don’t know that I have missed too many years and too many vicissitudes that cannot be copied. I have gone through all kinds of trials, struggles and sorrows. Finally, I found out, the origin that cannot be returned is living in betraying the original love. After several years of spring and autumn, can you make a short stay at the moment when you suddenly look back? At this time, I deeply realized the helplessness that my son wanted to raise but didn’t wait. Time flies and love turns around. Someone took away the memory of a tree and flower around me. I tried hard to build those fragments, which used to be the enthusiasm of waiting and the expectation of life and death, in the end, the years were cold and became Amber. That man was also woven into a classic by the years. The entanglement on the three-Life Stone was still open again and again. Love was always an unbearable wait. Therefore, if you really love, don’t wait. You will be lost in the end. Then why not continue to love now… Zan (prose editor: prose online) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon… Enter June In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… The confusion of summer night I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool… Love story Lover dies, lover…

Aegean Sea without olive branches

Somehow I wrote down such a sentence: cold ice also has boiling point. I am grateful to meet you. Although each other is a passer-by in life, I really just want to accompany you and walk for a while —- inscription years are always cruel to tease the once romantic or unromantic feeling, because as long as it flows, there will be traces, I looked up and tried to restrain some liquid from flowing down. Countless sad pictures appear on the white paper, weaving into broken dreams one by one. So, I picked up the pen, and in this way, 1.1 o’clock was composed of trivial memories to form a complete you, unique. Remember the first time you said to day: I am night is a child. You are so revealing your relationship with the night, is that why you lost a little bit on that moonless night, and then left me such a lifelong concern? I used to think that this would be a natural love. Although there is no huge and prosperous background, although there is no glory that attracts worldwide attention, it will also warm to make people cry, it is so beautiful that it becomes a legend, just like the bright peach blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River or the white snow in the north, so clean and innocent. But,. People are no longer, olives are no longer. If you leave, I will definitely come to you, definitely, definitely. Some things will eventually become a foregone conclusion. I won’t let this relationship disappear like this. Maybe this is a sorrow that cannot be removed. I don’t know why you answered like this at the beginning, but I didn’t stick to my original promise. I didn’t go to you. I’m afraid, I am worried that this will really be a sorrow that cannot be removed, a period of sadness that can be cut constantly. However, missing has never changed with time, and deep blessings hide behind missing. Finally, I know. True compassion is not self-sentimental or moved. Real memories are not all numbers, and real tragedies are not only powerless and painful. If tears like the tide rise and fall, where will compassion be? I still deeply remember such a passage circulated on the internet. Every time I see it, I can’t say what it feels like. You seldom contact each other. In this long life, you may only meet one in tens of thousands of times, but you have kept a thought and an instruction in each other’s hearts. Even if he goes to the ends of the earth, even after many years, even if you have already seen each other again, it is not enough for you to remember such a person so deeply. Maybe it can only be like this in reality, and there is no choice. The empty pan-link was then exact. I was immersed in the gray song. The wound of memory had already faded, but it still failed to hide. Only I share the world with Twilight, one person. I have always encouraged myself in my heart, and I also know that I cannot forget you all my life, because someone has already carved a deep mark on my heart, forever, forever. I really want to live well for you, but I am very tired. I really want to be a butterfly. Before my life ends, I will fly to you just for the last look. I stroked the pen in my hand and turned the diary that had become history page by page. Those tears of laughter were broken into helpless sadness. Recalling how many tenderness was deeply planted at the beginning, Guan Shan blocked and sent the songs far away, how many past events were empty, and countless threads turned into endless pain in my heart. Whenever this time, at this time when I am about to miss a disease, I really want to, really want to sprinkle a jar of thick ink on the sky, willing to surround all the night and devour all, then maybe you will come back, maybe, maybe. However, there is always a group of people in life, standing on the Blue River Bank, tearing large areas of pain and despair into pieces, and then putting them into the fast-flowing river to settle into a riverbed that will never forget. And you are one of them. In this way, eight years later, I finally realized a truth. Don’t think that what you meet is the unique love in the world. What is unique is only the person you meet, not the love, love is the same. Your name is ginger olive. You said that your love is as broad as Aegean Sea. Now, everything is established and becomes the side of Aegean Sea without olive branches. Postscript: The rest of your life will become a stranger. If you go for thousands of miles, you will bow down to you deeply in the twilight. Please cherish it for me, although they say that all kinds of things in the world will eventually come to an end and will eventually become empty. 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…

If the autumn water is cold, I will wait

Life is waiting. When I was young, I was waiting for the summer when I grew up, so I could melt into the river and lake and enjoy myself with fish and water. I remember sitting on the brick dock ladder and watching those happy children in the middle of the river, I hope that I can play with it when a summer comes. Later I hope to grow up as a teenager, but it is all waiting. I always desire to reach the other side of my hope quickly. The years are just like this. When I am waiting for someone I love one day, I will walk slowly in spring, summer, autumn and winter. Most of the time, I will stand on the long levee looking at, and the wind going to the West will randomly disturb my untidy clothes, I know that my waiting is just a scenery in my life. No matter how much I want, it is only leaves in the wind. When it is floating or floating, when it is yellow or yellow. When I was in middle age, the moonlight at night disappeared. I heard that there was a tree in the full moon of the hour, and a bird kept pecking at the tree-cutter’s lunch. So, I often looked up at Yuji in the years after I was thirty years old. I hoped that tree that could not fall could bear rich fruits, but I could not see the bright sky. I remember a man told me that she was willing to become a tree beside the road just to wait for her beloved to pass by, so she had another name called a Flower Tree tree. The flowers bloom quietly and wait quietly. However, I still lost her one day, not forgetting, but finding the clean Moonlight I thought in my heart, just like the dust covered, for a long time, forget to wipe away, and then don’t know the life covered by dust. I walked all the way and lost all the way. When I looked back, it was all things that I once thought were very precious, but I was still looking forward to it. I think what it would be like ten years or two years later. I am still a prodigal son, still walking along the way, then looking forward and back. After looking back, he finally didn’t feel confused or seventy years. Looking back, the days gradually increased, those people or things that have experienced have gone through the clouds before they realize that the starting point and the ending point are actually at one point. When I think it is still at the beginning, the ending point has already arrived. In August, when the autumn wind begins, the season is also waiting. For example, when the spring wind blows peaches and other fruits, summer comes, Xia Lei hits Grain Valley and waits for autumn, so autumn comes, and the autumn water is getting colder, are you still waiting? Should it be waiting for the snow to come? Is the floating snow falling the end? In the gradually melting world, I heard Lark’s singing again, which turned out to be a reincarnation. Therefore, don’t be sad, wait, is a kind of expectation for life, even if this life has sunset, isn’t it said that there is an afterlife? The next life is still very long. Who will say that the autumn water is getting colder, isn’t it waiting? Zan (prose editor: prose online) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon… Enter June In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… The confusion of summer night I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool… Love story Lover dies, lover…

Lock autumn

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…

Time darkroom

The wind chimes are light. The shadow of the night faded from the sky, and the dream with the figure of lovers flew out of my mind and disappeared in the bright sky. When the curtain was rolled, a window of green slope surrounded by mountains. Attractive Chenxu, with rosy hands, is coming to the grassy slope to cheer the sheep. Swaying grass leaves saw their own death, but affectionately extended to the raised lips. The sheep stepped on the flowers, the flowers, and still hugged sheep hooves kiss, just like I was abandoned, but I always loved those who abandoned me. Hold you in your dream, and the dream has a good face. When I woke up, the warmth of the lingering warmth beside my pillow was still there last night. I wanted to snuggle in your arms again, but you were no longer with me. The wine in the Cup in the eye is still there. The cigarette end on the ashtray burned out its last wisp of smoke, and the smoke sighed my sorrow… you left, I felt helpless melancholy, the world became narrow, and I locked myself in the net of missing. After three hundred and sixty-five days, it is still three hundred and sixty-five days. Every day implies my infinite thoughts and hopes… in the vast and narrow world, I am looking for you blankly, but I don’t believe that you can really forget my love? In this way, this quietly disappeared… once there was a proud figure on my way to the world; Once there was a pair of bright eyes, in the window of my heart; once there was a clear warm current, deep in my soul. When the Blue Sky drifted across a dark cloud, I used to run after the clouds crazily, only throwing the clouds in the shadow of the red dust. As a green shade. The clouds scattered, leaving my lonely footprints over the red sand road. You are like the shadow of Hai city, your appearance and your smile have gone away with the wind floating in the clouds and fog; Where can I find the hot kiss of meeting… but I am still waiting; that kiss also flew with your intoxicating breath… so I watched the figure you came back. My call echoed in the empty atmosphere, the distant tone, it was like the whine of Konggu, leaving only a sigh at last. In the hopeless waiting, gradually, I lost courage and returned to the coming time with a lonely heart. The late clouds melt into the boundless dusk, and the dazzling flowers on the roadside hide away, and the mountain only leaves its high figure; The river overflows the dam, flooding the road; The thick fog blocks my sight, there was darkness all around; No lights, no people. In the vast space, I stared at me in the lower world silently, showing that it was unpredictable and profound. Behind the clouds, the Moon showed a gray face, spreading cold light to me, making me feel more and more cold, more pain and despair. The north wind blew my trembling body down to the wasteland where weeds grew. An eagle was singing silent music in the air, and the crow was singing lamentations on the bald branches. I stayed under the big tree at night, only waiting silently for the dawn. The Red Dust Road full of roses! I was once deeply stabbed by the thorn of a rose. Although the needle did not stab my body, the pain was in my heart and has been treasured until now. I also dreamed that the rose in your hand fell down in the moonlight… looking up at the sky, the blue sky fluttered with white clouds that changed into illusion. Recalling the white clouds awarded by the teacher in the middle school …. throwing a wisp of sorrow and tightening the happy eyebrows; Bright a line of Good Hope, burning in the window of insomnia. Drizzling dusk. The endless sky, a piece of gray, a little raindrop, like a big bead curtain, reminds me of curtain, the girl in the story, her dream is woven in bead curtain, whisper to bead curtain and listen to bead curtain; As for me, I have had it, but it has become the past. The night was so quiet, while the rain was still singing and dancing, but I slept so sweetly! Zan (prose editor: prose online) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon… Enter June In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… The confusion of summer night I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool… Love story Lover dies, lover…

I use lovesickness to reverse the black and white day and night.

[If I win you, I am willing to lose the world. If I marry you, I am willing to marry. If I get you, I am willing to lose prosperity, if I have you, I would like to get rid of you.].] Like a trip, you are my distance. Like a city memory, you are my past. Like a brim of time, you are my fragrance. Like an old song, you are my loud voice. Like a small poem, you are my seal. Like a blessing, you are my dream. It’s like a flower affair, you are my fragrance. It’s like meeting each other at a glance. You are my obsession. Like a farewell, you are my look back. Like a lovesickness, you live in my heart. Sunrise is poetry, sunset is painting, I fall in love with you between these Shihua. Flower Bloom is a fool, flower blossom is a fan, I will accompany you in this obsession. The full moon is a dream, and the lack of the Moon is a fantasy. I miss you in this dream. Tide is life, Tide is luck, I lost you at the beginning of this fate. Fate is joy, fate is sorrow, I miss you at this sad and happy time. Cloud roll is pain, Yunshu is pain, I trace back to you at the source of pain. In the world, only the words of love can be kept. Looking back at Pingshui on the strange road, I decided to spend some time in this life. Deep fanaticism is spreading. From the cold winter solstice of the monsoon to the spring of a hundred flowers, we always hold this thought and sit with you to see yunwaijuan. In the Brookside of the flower petal, in the Mountain Field of the pine breeze, in the eaves of the smoke, in the wheat field of the Golden Ear sink, I and you are reclusive in this paradise, despite the complexity of the world, exclusive painting deep and remote. Since I met you for the first time, the Heart Lake has no peace any more, and I have been thinking about it all day and night. You are my amazing legend at a glance. You are the magnetic field that attracts me, and you have magic that fascinates me. When the beginning of March, when the spring breeze is warm, when the red blossoms and green willows, when the grass grows warblers, you turn your back to me and look up at the sky, I leaned over and whispered with a blushed face. Can I marry you at the age of Yu Yi? You close your fingers and nod your head to acquiesce. Since then, I have one more you on my bike. Occasionally quarrel, occasionally cry, do not have to explain too much, just look at each other and laugh, before the unpleasant will forget, this is just the seasoning of life. Get used to your willful coquetry and your stubborn pride. When youth is less and less, I still guard you and grow old with you. It is good to have you, and I would like to listen to your nagging. That is the smell of concern. There is a person who can leave a mark in my life that can’t be wiped out, and it is not wrong to go to this place in the future. [I always laugh at others for being a fool in my feelings, but I don’t want to admit that I am an idiot in my feelings.].] I seem to have heard that you Aquacome me. When you turned around and left, I sat on the street, looking at the alley where I walked together, the endless black, you used to be the beacon that lit up me, but in just two short years, you held her hand and gave me a long back and a lonely period. I began to bow to fate, but how can I forget that beauty? You advised me not to wait any longer, saying that there was no future between us. I laughed and sighed helplessly, holding back tears and not crying out. There is no color in the days to come. I use lovesickness to reverse the black and white day and night. I am willing to bear this painful debt for you. I think you are suffering from addiction, and it is difficult to change the script after fate ends. You stay out of it and don’t ask if it was true love. Pain fell from heart to dream and failed to wait. The bet must be to lose and be unable to guess. If you forget me, you can be happy, then I will leave. Zan (prose editor: prose online) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon… Enter June In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… The confusion of summer night I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool… Love story Lover dies, lover…

I want to go back to the past

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…

Tell the love

I haven’t felt with emotion for a long time. I don’t know whether the cold wind in winter has tightened my body or whether the days have become single. Looking at everything happening around you, I am a little helpless. It is because life is too long or there are too many things to face. I often feel that life is like a dream. In fact, what I want here is not luxurious, just a little bit, but it is enough for me. I really want to grasp everything I want to grasp, but I can only regard a lot of helplessness as a game and a dream. Sometimes, I just want to lie quietly, and do nothing. When I feel depressed to the extreme, I really want to give up my persistence and even give up myself. However, there are too many reluctant; Too many unwilling; Too many helpless, life will continue, life will continue, and the future and love will still wave to us. Who can explain the word love clearly, pay or return? Since ancient times, there is no exact answer, get or lose? There is no unified argument. Some people think that love is humble to the depth and needs a courage to tell it. Some love, like a clear spring, less but dazzling; Some love, like a pot of green tea, less but endless aftertaste. Sometimes there are so many versions of love, what kind of love belongs to oneself? Yes! Love goes deep, and it is hard to stop it. The other person’s eyes reflect his humble, and forget his original principle of being a human being. Perhaps, in front of the beloved, you will unconsciously lower yourself, but only because you put love in your heart to the top of your life. Although he would violate some of his own principles, his heart was full of joy. If you love someone, you must learn to wronged yourself. Since we are willing to love someone, we should not care about the more and less, gain and loss. Sometimes, the deepest truth often comes from the most plain things, and the deepest love often comes from the most humble manners. These seemingly humble behaviors actually contain a love that can warm one’s life. Since love, love has changed from a feeling to a responsibility. Tired, painful, but still have to continue, want to give up, want to stay away, that is just a worry when thinking about it. I wonder why I am not a gust of wind and can come and go freely; Why I am not a rain and can run into streams and seas. Why, there are not so many reasons for us to choose. In reality, I am unable to change what I expect, only for contentment and happiness. Life is built on survival. Only by ensuring that one can survive can one imagine a better life in the future. The quality of life is just a luxury after having no worries about food and clothing, that’s all. In life, how to fall, get up and continue; How to cry, dry your tears and smile; How to hurt, tired, painful; No one can bear for you, you can only be strong and continue to be strong. Some words can’t be said when they have the chance to express themselves. Some people find that they have already missed them when they want to love. If you meet the right person at the wrong time, should you love him happily? In fact, no matter how humble love is, the most beautiful flowers in the world can be produced. Every seemingly humble heart contains a deep love. Any love is sacred, dignified, and can not be desecrated. Humble, it is only a kind of respect and care for the loved ones. The romance of the previous month, the noise of the shadow of the Cup of light wine and the tenderness of sing merrily and dance gracefully are all the expressions of love and the tolerance of love. Love is as dazzling as burning fireworks, so I am afraid that what I have left after I have spent my whole life is a wolf. I’m lucky to get it. No, my life. Not everyone has the same mentality and belief as Xu Zhimo. Most of the time, it is not that you don’t want to love, but that you are afraid of being hurt. Trapped by love and running for love, what I fear most is to waste my life for love. Love requires courage to say it. What you don’t need to express in words is only humble emotion, while love requires a sincere commitment. Even across the rivers of time and space, the only thing that never dissipates is the pledge of love. Who can make love and not love, humble and lofty clear in the red dust of qianmo? 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…

Who will understand my heartbreak

I once heard the fortune teller say that 2012 will be my happy year, but so far I have not waited for the happiness I want. However, the pain left in my heart is so lingering that who can understand my heartache at this moment. Day after day, my love for my beloved person has intensified. I can’t forget my devotion and memory of love, or my love for love, no one will understand my heart now. No one will know that I came out like this all the way. I don’t want to comfort my heart like this, maybe I live in this world with little meaning. Maybe, I haven’t understood the true meaning of love yet. I haven’t understood that what love brings is just a kind of pain and a kind of memory. However, the previous efforts made me really distressed. I really had no way to let it disappear from my heart. I had no way to face the future life. I didn’t know my wonderful life, is it just like this, but this period is not perfect. We used to be between each other and vowed not to separate, but now I am the only one left. The promise we gave at the beginning turned into a piece of waste paper. Who will understand your sincerity. No one can understand his deepest heart. What I once promised to say, it turned out that everything was unreal. The reason for being strong is just to cheat yourself. I thought I had put down everything. What I couldn’t put down was the love I had never forgotten. In my love, there is only love or not, and there is no pain or sadness. Love cannot retreat and seek second place. However, I began to doubt that those firm beliefs might just be my self-righteous and lofty self-righteous or annoying self-righteous. Until now, I realized that my previous thoughts were so stupid and ignorant. However, as time slowly passed away, my inner feeling has become clearer and clearer. Finding myself missing can only make me love you more. With time swaying, but how can I turn over the page of heartbreak. At this moment, as long as I close my eyes, I will flash out images of memories and familiar faces. Since I can’t get rid of it, I will no longer forget it intentionally. Let it accumulate in my heart and leave deep traces in my life after passing. Like happiness seems beautiful, but you don’t want to touch it. When heartbroken, find some reasons to comfort yourself, learn to take care of yourself, love yourself, and slowly thin those memories, so that sadness will no longer rise casually. Yes, it is likely that I will never understand whether love needs to be done alone or mutual understanding? Feelings are like white paper, and everyone wants to outline their wishes on it, but they often ignore each other’s mutual complaints. There are always too many helplessness and twists and turns in everyone’s life, and we are always facing the future in constant gain and loss. After the injury, I knew that if I didn’t know how to cherish it, my feelings would expire. After the injury, I would try my best to put up all my feelings and lick the scars alone for a long time. Love is always regretful and careful after knowing it; Heart is always buried in love after being hurt. In this cold world, I gradually get used to being warm by myself and sincerely hope that one day, I will say goodbye to all the pain. At this moment, my heart is very painful. In fact, I believe this. People who have a heart will remember each other no matter how far away they are. People who have no intention are close at hand but far away from the end of the world. If your love stays in the past, it only belongs to that time; If your love stays in life, It will become eternal and even surpass forever! Maybe, we all want to forget something forever, but I won’t, my tears won’t. No matter you are injured or distressed, you will never forget it, because tears will not melt with time all the time. I thought everything would pass. But only oneself can understand the heartache. After saying so many emotions, my heart always tells me to be strong, maybe it is a painful feeling in my heart! My tears are always unworthy. Every time I think of those sadness, I feel unspeakable and heartbroken. I feel that I am so depraved, so incompetent and useless, I really want to escape from such a life, want to leave, want to be free, but I can’t let it go. Crying, only you know, tired, who let me rely on? If this is really the end, then I just want to cry silently there. Don’t want that sad comfort again. What I waited for was an empty heart. Maybe my efforts didn’t move the sky, maybe I didn’t have perfect feelings for a lifetime. At this moment, I recalled the sad past with my heart and felt my heart with my heart, if you want yourself to forget the emotion that hurts your heart, no one will feel my heartache and understand the taste of heartache, there is that girl in this world who will understand my heartbreak. QQ351179018 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…