Forget to leave and cry

Forget whether to leave first or cry first. Many things we thought we would never forget are forgotten by us in the days we never forget. I know I am not a very good recorder, but I like to look back on my way than anyone else. I keep looking back and standing. However, I am still rushing forward vigorously under the time. In this sad and bright years, I beat horses from my thin youth, passing through Viola, kapok, and passing through the sadness and happiness and impermanence that are hidden from time to time. If God wants to destroy a person, he must first make him crazy. But I have been crazy for so long, why didn’t God destroy me. Lonely people always remember everyone in his life attentively, so I always think of my loneliness over and over again every night when stars fall. Whenever I look at the sky, I don’t like to talk any more. Whenever I talk, I dare not look at the sky any more. Once a smile appeared in my life, but it disappeared like fog in the end, and that smile became a swift river deeply buried in my heart, unable to swim across, the voice of the river, it became my every night and everyday Song of Despair. 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, and the warmth poured out like a spring. The wind blows like a flower, and it shakes and shakes, becoming the most beautiful ornament in my destiny, watching the sky, the snow, and the deep shadow of the season. A person always takes a strange road, watching strange scenery and listening to strange songs. Then at some casual moment, you will find that the things you tried hard to forget are really forgotten. Hide in a certain time, miss the palm print of a period of time; Hide in a certain place, Miss standing on the road and standing on the road, let me worry about some things, forget it, everyone is a king, in his own world, he is domineering and does not listen to anyone. I forgot the year, the month, the day, on which Wall I carved a face, a smile, looking at my face sadly, staying in the place of time, in fact, it has already been swept away silently by the flood. Some people will always be engraved in their memory. Even if they forget his voice, his smile and his face, the feeling when they think of him, it will never change. Those who used to say STAY WITH YOU FOREVER have already been scattered all over the world. One day I will walk away silently without any noise. I missed a lot and will not come back if I missed it. It turned out that the children who got along with words were always unhappy. Their happiness was like a playful child, wandering to the end of the world, but they still refused to come back. The space formed by singing allows time to come and go freely, so the appearance of the people still protected has not changed and a huge hate has not ended. Not every effort will gain something, but every harvest must work hard, which is an unfair and irreversible proposition. When you really love something, you will find how fragile and powerless the language is. There is always a gap between words and feelings. Forgetting is our unchangeable destiny. Everything is like a drawing without alignment. Everything in the past cannot be returned to the past, thus slowly extending the 1.1-point mistake. Maybe we should really forget the staggered things. What is happiness? Is to hide your sadness and smile to everyone. People can never see the broken mirror flower water moon, but the cloud in the world is like a thousand years drunk. Memory is like the water lying in the palm of your hand. No matter you spread it out or hold it tightly, it will still flow clean drop by drop from your fingers. Who is the passer-by in his life, who is the wheel of his life, the dust of previous life, the wind of this world, and the endless sad soul. I turned back to look at my own path of growth, watching day by day. I stood on the side of the road and saw countless people walking by me with their hands in my pocket. Occasionally someone stopped to smile at me, can Ruo peach blossom. I know that these people who stay will eventually become the warmth of my life. When I see them, I will think of them. There is no legend of grass growing and flying in this city. It always lives in reality, with fast drums, hurried figures, numb eyes and false smiles, while I am being assimilated. One day I will be beyond recognition. Time has not taught me anything, but it has taught me not to believe myths easily. The wind blew through the air. Another year has passed. And the next year will be like this. I don’t know whether there is depression hidden behind the stable, or whether there is stability in the Depression. It’s just that we can’t find it. Leave, make things simple, people become kind, like a child, a new beginning. If a beast is injured, it can run to a cave to hide by itself, then lick the wound by itself and insist on it by itself. However, once it is cold and warm, it can’t stand it. The wound, like me, is a stubborn child, unwilling to heal, because the heart is a warm and humid place, suitable for anything to grow. I don’t like to talk. I will suddenly be silent among a large group of friends. I feel sad when I see a similar figure in the crowd. I forget to talk when I see trees falling leaves crazily in autumn, seeing the warm yellow lights on the road gradually late, I forgot my original direction. Youth was a bright sadness. I didn’t cry, but tears came down, in my heart 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…

You are all in your dreams

Lan er, in the four seasons of the year, there is always a figure at the bottom of his eyes, sometimes vague and sometimes clear; In his heart, there is always a name, either light or heavy, ready to come out. In my dream, I was in the same boat with me in the wind and rain, and the person who made me worry about was you! Open the storage memory, you always come from the deepest part of my dream, smile at me in the old place we first met, and move the sweetest and warmest part, build the most beautiful scenery in my dream. I am always looking forward to you beyond my dreams, talking softly in my ears, and looking forward to working with you together for several years. Although I am no longer vivid, I will still use my sincere voice, sing a love song for you that is not old for thousands of years. When you listen to my emotional singing and look at my vicissitudes of life, is your heart still tender? In my dream, I walked into the spring and was in the wild field with green grass. I felt tired and confused. I felt hazy when the scenery around me stood up. The water-like sunshine in the morning lit the dew in the field, just like the stars that lit the sky all over the summer night. Between the morning light shining, a brilliant halo slowly moved, gradually becoming bigger and brighter, and finally fixed it as a Tingyu Violet. Ah, it was you! Is it really you! You are plain and clear-looking, fluttering together, dancing lightly in the tenderness of the wind, and smiling gently in the dim moonlight. We will join hands to spend that unforgettable night together, enjoy this peaceful and happy taste, and immerse ourselves in the heart feeling of loving each other. No matter how prosperous the outside is, no matter how bright it is, it has nothing to do with me. The world in my heart is the most beautiful with you! Do you still remember that summer night? You and your colleagues travel together, A walk is a week, a kind of separated thoughts, inspired by the profit and loss of the moon into the joy of meeting. Beside the pond, you use the paper fan brought back to me from the wild hillside of Hebei to dance gently beside me. You are happy and graceful, looking at the moon shadow in the water, you say; In autumn, you will still be in this place with me, listening to the sound of the fallen leaves falling into the water. I laughed without saying a word. In fact, life is just like this. Gathering and combining together, the seasons change, and what we keep together is just a piece of true feelings. Those whirlpools of missing can only rotate in their hearts. Even if there is no real companion, love is there, heart Lotus still Yingman fragrance! That night, with your paper fan beside the pillow, my dream woke up several times with laughter. With a touch of coolness coming quietly, autumn waved its hand. Autumn is beautiful but not empty, bright and energetic. You and I gathered into the dream of autumn, feeling the joy of harvest, joy and smoothness. Do you still remember? That autumn day, we came to the suburbs, Appreciate the colorful autumn of this thousand-year ancient city in western Liaoning. Autumn is a mature post station. Everything has found a destination and the Earth is dedicated to the harvest. The clear sky is clear and clear, it was also stained with subtle and elegant autumn colors in the long sound of wild geese. Our life also has autumn. Life not only brings us the germination of spring, the scorching heat of summer and the loneliness of winter, but also brings us the joy of autumn. After experiencing the endless ears and sideburns, I naturally feel more grateful. In the autumn wind, I laugh and see flowers blossom and thank you. In the autumn, I watch the sunrise and sunset quietly. The calm of not surprised by honor and disgrace and the calm of ebb and flow are all bred in autumn. We walked in the cool maple forest, feeling the breath of Autumn, recalling the enlightenment of autumn and chewing the sweetness of love. Although winter in western Liaoning is a lonely season, I still use words to record our warm dribs and drabs and cut a ray of warm sunshine with darkstory, take your hand into my endless tender talk. I want to hold your hand forever, walk along the Slate Road in the ancient town of my hometown, listen to the Fengguo Temple-long Zen bell and Twilight drum, and watch the Ravens returning to their nest at the top of Guangsheng Temple Tower, enjoying the water and Willow Shadow, Look at the sunset. Feel the Yiren he Qin’s pen leaning on the stick to see the mountain, the vertical fiber fishing Lingshui, the mountain head Cebu open. The soft and sad feeling of the breeze on the water surface, the taste of narrow and long, indifferent and stable real feelings. In my dream, the care outside my dream has been reincarnated in the four seasons, with a flower falling, a drop of autumn rain, a wisp of lovesickness and a love, all tied with my infinite attachment to you. I use the bet of my whole life, waiting for your arrival eagerly. If one day, I hold your hand, I know very well that you will have a lifetime of happiness in my hand. This is our common dream. The vast sea of people, rolling in the red dust, only staring at you, only looking back at you, only to you. Lan er, remember my eternal oath that there is no mausoleum in the mountain and the Heaven and Earth are united, so I dare to fight with the King! Lan er, let’s get out of dreamland, walk into reality, hold hands for a lifetime, work together in the wind and rain, and help each other to the end of the world, okay? Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon… Enter June In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… The confusion of summer night I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool… Love story Lover dies, lover…

Make a promise for yourself when flowers bloom

The footsteps of winter gradually went away, and the spring half-covered veil came, the grass was about to break the ground, and tender leaf began to stretch her youthful face, flowers will bloom quietly with the crisp singing of birds in a certain morning. Under the spring light, it is bright and fragrant. When flowers bloom, I make a promise for myself. In the long river of time, I have been thinking hard and ferries hard. For so many years, I have never reached the other side of happiness. The sea of missing Ruo burst across the coastline of my heart, and it also flooded endlessly. Knowing that you have gone far, far is just a blank in my memory. However, I can only imagine your present appearance with memory, whether it has changed too much, and whether the wind and frost of years have changed you in the vicissitudes of life. Sometimes I really want to forget you, forget myself in the past, gently wave my hand with the past, never look back, never miss. Every Minute and second you have, your flowers bloom and fall, and your laughter I have carefully treasured and sealed up. The wind and dust of the years buried it, and the wind and frost of the years rusted it. If I pass by by passers-by, the instant heartache will drift in the wind with the steps of gradually moving away. If time can go back, time can go back to yesterday. I would like to follow you in this life until the sea dries and the rocks crumble. However, no one can touch the God and no one can return to yesterday. I can only keep the once sweet and once romantic in my memory. Just because the spring has come to the recovery of everything, the flowers also bloom out her shy face. I really want to wave my hand and smile lightly in the future when the flowers bloom and the past in the spring breeze and sunshine. Make a promise for yourself and not for anyone in spring. In fact, it is difficult to forget you, it is more difficult to forget the past, and it is too difficult to forget every minute and second with you. Do you know who sprinkled a handful of salt on the wound to numb all the pain and indifferent to all the feelings. The flowers bloom and thank you, and when the flowers bloom again and again, I silently made a promise for myself to tell myself that a person’s tomorrow is also very beautiful and wonderful, why are you entangled in the past of two people. Now that I have understood, now that I have understood, I forgive my mistake because of you. When flowers bloom, I have walked out of the path of the past with light steps in the bright spring days. 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…

I am Fox waiting for you three-Life Stone

Others always say that I am a fox, living in the dense forest, hiding in the grass, took his life unexpectedly, especially for men. To be exact, I am thousand years ago, there was no place to hide the soul, so it could not be sent to the flesh of the species, and it was like an orphan without support, it can only be hidden from the wind and cold in the temple-breaking wild Temple. But no matter what others say, Fox or demon, I am still a soul without blood. Because my heart was dead that year, flowers could still be fresh when they dried up, but I am not a flower, although it used to be, the man named Qiusheng once regarded me as an orchid under the sunrise, noble and charming, and I was always a little treasure tired in his arms, no matter the weather is warm or the autumn is cold, he is in my world and I am in his body, which reminds me of the story of Teng man and branches. I don’t want to be prosperous together, take only a scoop of warm water in this life, drink it all in a short lifetime, and then bring it into the soil. Thousands of years are gone. Who says it is not beautiful but when the autumn wind drops the leaves, I live in my own bleak attic, watching faded and lifeless leaves, making the last dance in the dying place, rolling around in the desolate land sadly, catching a pedestrian is a life of sadness that tends to be heard or wrapped in front of my feet. I have a premonition that my love is about to approach the edge of the grave, so I gently hide my face and cry. Tears are a stream that cannot stop rolling, after a while, I wanted to wipe it off. I really wanted to let myself forget everything, but the winter rain also flooded. Qiusheng brought a pot of wine in the evening. He said that the moon was bright. Why not make a happy drink? I think so. If you go at this time, sadness will be in vain. Why don’t you enjoy yourself. I want to say to him, in fact, if he makes a look or a hint, I will live for him and die for him, and my premonition will also tell me, at that time, I would become a free ghost, floating on the warm bed built by him and others, watching quietly, gently without trace, without blood flowing in my heart, and the pain turned into his magic dream in the middle of the night, get into the heart, look at the black thing, jump one pulse, raise the blade and enter, let the gurgling blood become a river, just like the tears I shed in the attic, flowing away for thousands of miles, then, I stood on the edge of darkness and watched him wake up with sweat all over his face, just like when I was advised to drink that glass of wine. I didn’t refuse, singing to the moon, bullying the king, cheating the concubine, gulping away, the star glow was bleak, I saw a meteor beside the full moon dragging its tail to the sky, qiu Sheng’s face is more and more ferocious, but, I said Qiu Lang, have you ever seen the last drop of tears I shed for you fall silently into your wine glass, ruoyan’s wine is so poisonous that it is not as cruel as Your Majesty’s heart. Just let me go. I will remember the last sentence you gave me at the moment of closing: My name is Qiusheng, and I will give you a ride, see you in the next life. Don’t say goodbye in the next life. The next life is in vain. I am waiting for you next to three-Life Stone for thousands of years. The Phantom Fox is the eaves of living. I heard that the man named Qiusheng got married tomorrow, so I turned into an ordinary woman, and one turned around and gathered all the resentment into one. In fact, I am still a woman in the attic, but I am as light as a cloud and have no heart to hold. It was very late at night, and the bright moon was yellow and yellow and refused to hang high. I tidied up my headdress and wore the earrings he gave me. It made me more and more lonely in the quiet wilderness of night, and the shadow reflected by the moonlight, I looked back, just like a thousand years ago. In front of his door, he raised his head and looked at it. The red light hung high. There were many people coming and going, shouting and punching. Those drunks reminded me of the days when we were drunk together, those pulse feelings, still flowing in my immortal soul, I want to turn around and go, but I feel the miserable wind and cold rain I have suffered for thousands of years and his arrogant face when he is dying, so, I walked to his window. The lights inside were dim. I saw the two people living in each other’s arms. I entered gently, even without ringing the door or window. I stood in front of them and looked carefully, this painful and hateful face, I wanted him to see me, so I shook the ring bell on my eardrops and rang, He looked around in a little panic, but he didn’t know I was in front of him. I looked at his eyes, where there were profound but no bottom, once I am was so obsessed with the scenery there, now it has become the desert where I lost my way. The mole of his eyebrows has the traces of sand making fun of me, but now I am no longer happy with it. The wisps of tungsten wire, I was reasonable and reasonable. I had never let it be as messy as this place before. I wanted to stretch out my hand to touch the pretty face. The warm feeling spread to my whole body. I also wanted to kiss his lips, gently, leaving no trace of moisture. However, I am a ghost after all, and he is ignorant of no matter how many actions I make, so I gently asked: Your name is Qiusheng? The sound wandered everywhere in the dim bedroom, like a wild mouse who couldn’t find a way out, running around firmly, hitting the east wall back to the west wall, going back and forth several times. The lovely man who slept beside him also woke up, sat up in panic and cried in fear. I knocked over a vase casually. The sound of breaking porcelain made them scared. I think people outside also heard it. It was the sound that should have been made on wedding candle nights, of course, no one will come in to disturb my plan. His voice trembled: Who are you? Sweat also flowed straight down because of fear. On that day, when facing my death, so did Qiusheng. The same tension was thousands of years ago and thousands of years later. I let him see the bell on my eardrop, and then shook it again, just like a wind chime, gently rattling under the wind. He looked at the half-empty ornament with familiar eyes, from fear to fear, I said, don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid, I am your concubine, how did you forget? After that, I showed myself in the air. I also said that the original poisonous wine made me wander in front of death for a long time. After that, I asked again: are you called Qiusheng? The woman beside me had already been dizzy and pear blossom bathed in the rain face. I think I should go to her body and let those long-lost tenderness get closer. I opened the woman’s eyes and asked again: is your name Qiusheng? He suddenly turned back and found that it was his lover who spoke that he calmed down slowly. Dear, you scared me to death. You have been calling Qiusheng for three years. Why did you ask again? While holding me in his arms, I think he may regard the scene just now as an illusion, or think it is in a dream. I gently encircled his waist, and a trace of warmth that I had never had spread all over my body. I wanted to tell him that before I am your concubine’s words, he was sealed by a soft lip, my whole body trembled. I thought that even if I was a stone, I would be melted. I was tender and gentle. I said: dear, do you remember that the concubine’s voice was low and gentle several years ago. He burst out laughing and completely lost the fear just now. One sentence: fool, of course remember, you are my lover a thousand years ago. I closed my eyes, let him wind and rain, and bedside lamp the light swaying. I could feel that under the flashing light was a figure I once yearned for. The noise outside gradually calmed down, and the insects began to sing endlessly, in the grass or squatting beside the dew, they should be carefree. Before sunrise, all the notes will stop and all the stories will end, drawing a round end, just like that round of Moon, there should be a perfect time. Even though I have been waiting for thousands of years, I woke him up and said to him: Qiusheng, such a good shavings, why don’t we have a good talk about wine, you see, the beautiful night, the beautiful lady didn’t wait for me to finish, he came to the interest, wanted to go to the living room to get wine, I dissuaded him with my arm, told him that I had already prepared, reaching for the tea table, there are still messy candy last night and several red bags with Xi characters on it, beside which is a pot of wine and two cups, the outside of the cup is printed with a Phoenix catching the cloud and a dragon holding its head. I think that Dragon is old, and its beard is white and flowing all the way to its tail, round and round the Cup. I held up the full cup and said to him, we had become lovers in the previous life and became creditors in this thousand years. This debt will be born in this life. Will we continue to do so in the next life in autumn? After that, I drank it out. The tail feather of the Phoenix flying in the cloud was like a rainbow on the horizon, which made me close my eyes. I knew what Qiusheng wanted to say. When he suddenly woke up, my lips had already been covered with his thick beard, and the cup of liquid with my body temperature was sent to his mouth, then I waited for him to swallow slowly with my tongue and go directly to his heart with surging blood. I know that I can’t stay in such a place, not thousands of years ago, not even today after thousands of years. Looking at his shortness of breath, I pulled away from the body. I floated up and raised my hand gently to the daze autumn student. I saw the breath of life drifting around in the space, gradually diffusing, I turned my head and said nothing, letting the moist corners of my eyes overflow, flowing in the air, shining under the moonlight, and shooting stars drifting across. I found that the long tail was so beautiful, it was like the Phoenix at the mouth of the cup, flying in mid-air, floating in the clouds half thin as gauze. The chicken was singing, and I also wanted to go, but it was no longer the fox waiting beside three-Life Stone. I was just a dust floating in the wilderness, without happiness, joy or resentment, no 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…

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…

I don’t blame you, I just mind

I talk about our love as a joke to my friends, like telling other people’s stories, like having nothing to do with myself. They laughed at me and I laughed at myself. Smile so innocent, smile so innocent. Like love will come back at any time, like we can go back to the beginning, like we can start again. It’s ridiculous and ironic. I won’t love you any more, I won’t miss you any more, I can only comfort myself in the deep night. I have countless reasons to leave, but I can’t find an excuse to stay. I can’t continue to be a bitch. I can’t persuade myself to forgive you. I accept that I’m sorry, but it doesn’t matter if I can’t reply. No matter how wronged, no matter how reluctant, I will not continue to stay. Let go slowly and let time dilute all this. We once said that we wanted a perfect ending, but in the end, we could only end up with tragedy. I said to myself: forget it. Forget your voice forget your appearance forget your name, forget the promise made by silly, forget the true sweetness, even forget us, Aquacome. In fact, our memories are really not much, not much. Let me go, disappear forever in your world, as if I had never been here, as if I was close to you and as silent as death. Since we can’t keep going, why should we be together now. If all this is doomed, I won’t be stubborn any more. Who directed the play? Who turned beauty into dirty? Let’s laugh at our persistence and make us a passer-by. You know better. I can’t help but accept it. I misunderstood. I took your joke seriously. I didn’t realize it was just a game. Because I saw it, because I was cheap, I didn’t dare to separate, so I couldn’t let it go. Sorry, this time I won’t give you the right to choose, this time I can’t hurt myself any more. Leaving is my last courage to fulfill you and let myself go. I know you won’t stay, and I never expect it. It will never be us, you are you, I am me again. 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…

The fragrance of flowers is light, long-lasting affection

I recalled in a quiet afternoon, tasting a cup of light green tea, suddenly thinking of you, in the memory, bit by bit, merged into a light flower fragrance on the balcony, not thick or light, just right. On a fair morning, riding a pink bicycle, I suddenly remembered you. In my memory, little by little, it turned into a thick delicious snack street, without luxury, simple and delicious. Every summer morning on weekends, I jog in the square not far from home. Then, enjoy quietly and enjoy the tranquility away from the secular world. Every sound of birds, every fragrance, but dear, do you know that I like it best, the full clover under the shade of trees and the Green under the smoke cage. Just like the feeling you gave me, hazy but beautiful. Every autumn rain, I would look at the crowd under the station sign stupidly, looking for the girl with resentment and lilac flavor. Dear, have you ever known that people around you must guess again: why didn’t this girl leave with an umbrella? As a result, I quietly opened the blue background embroidered with lilac oiled paper umbrella, and my pink skirt began to dance. Maybe, you will never know, maybe I am the lilac girl you are looking. Dear, time has poured out flowers, but when will my love for you blossom? I grew up quietly, hoping that one day you could smell my faint fragrance. I have always liked “song of the western islet” very much. I like that woman, so I have to wait for her sweetheart without any sadness. If one day, you ask me: are you How Deep Is Your Love? I will say softly: look at the Lotus in Nantang. How red the Lotus heart is, how deep my love for you is. Light like, quietly looking up, love you, no end. 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…

Next Life appointment (two articles)

[1] In the next life, I want you to be my most beautiful bride. At unstrained liquor drunk and Haggard night, I want to miss the words on my paper. Maybe when I miss with tears, it is also a kind of happiness with extreme pain. Baby, in the next life, I want you to be my most beautiful bride. In the next life, I will wait for you at the intersection you must pass early, and I will not miss you again like this life. The inscription is based on the lonely pillow, your melancholy eyes, your gentle and clever appearance, and a feeling of pity begins to rise, curl, and constantly bring up the case in the bottom of my heart, how should I read and read this mood? Cigarettes burned one after another, unstrained liquor drank one after another, and the paper could not fall on the back. Tonight, my eyes are still looking in your direction, looking for your lost mood carefully. At this moment, the flower shadow shakes, the red candle burns out, and the call of the soul flows silently at the fingertips. If you never stood on the street of the rain Lane that year, how could I not let go of the beautiful shadow of Jiangnan in this life? Walking through every street and street in the red dust, your figure is like a fluttering lilac following me closely. I remember you said that the snowflakes all over the sky are your love all your life, and the pure white color is the constant infatuation of your life; I remember you said that the Flying Rain is your sleepless thoughts all your life, the glittering raindrops are your spotless infatuation in this life. Your words are still ringing in my ears, but I don’t see you by my side tonight, baby, I really feel distressed. A Song of intoning lute tells your attachment in this life. How can I miss this life? The ship of happiness I waited for hasn’t come yet, and the dawn I waited for hasn’t come yet. The sadness and sadness that I can’t afford to raise have flooded into the heart that can’t escape. Qingyi is picturesque. Who messed up the traces of my life? In these the bloom of youth, who promised me that the dust would settle and I would be forever? In this life, my sentimentally attached figure is too far away, so I can only leave her in the bottom of my heart, let her wet eyes turn into the movement of missing, and write a lonely song. Those words that cannot be explained to you one by one, I can only let it drift in the wind with the wind. I hope you can see the shadow I am waiting for in the cool autumn, sighing for you, worry about you. Because you were born in autumn, autumn has always been my favorite season. Every season, the falling autumn leaves will make me feel reluctant and miss. You know — baby? Because of love, I can read a book without words in the time when maple leaves are red; I can hear a song without rhyme; I can read a person without sleep. I think I am an ordinary man. How lucky I am to meet you in this life and be deeply loved by you. I am! With you, deep in my heart, there is always a kind of idyllic life mood under the East fence of chrysanthemum picking and seeing Nanshan leisurely. Baby, I really want to hold your hand, stay away from the red dust and bustle, hide in the depth of idle cloud, and share your dynasties and Twilight. After being kissed by you Aquacome season after season in your life, I am like being cursed. I only hope that you will be in the reincarnation of life and life, and I only hope that I will always be lingering with you and continue writing loves poem together. Even if I can’t reach the other side of happiness tomorrow, I will hold hands with the hazy rain, chanting for love all my life and reciting silently all my life. It is said that people who do not want to drink endless love for a period of five-flavored tea of forgetfulness a thousand years ago will come to this world with the mark left by Meng Po, baby, I hope the moles on your back neck and the moles on my chest are the signs of our thousand-year love. I hope the moles on the back of your left hand are the tears that I shed on your hands in previous lives. The vast sea of people, I finally found you, sighing, we met too late in this life. A song “Dear, why aren’t you around me” always makes me cry. In this life, the seasons can be reincarnated, and the grass and trees can also be reborn. Only time cannot be repeated. Now, the pink in my memory is enough to make me regret my whole life and hurt my heart. Tonight, I use my fingertips to lotion, make the autumn wind and the moon bright, weave the sorrow all over, a little broken, and spill it in front of the window under the moon. Then, I expect a peace of mind, and I am willing to close my eyes, you and I can listen to the red rose petals fall, rotate, leisurely, and far away. I look forward to the happiness in tonight’s dream knocking on my mottled heart door, I look forward to touching your warm fingertips in tonight’s dream. This autumn, I want to wet and dry the sadness I love on the last fallen leaf, and pray for Buddha to bless my world in the autumn of the next year, in that way, I can walk on green slabstone idle cloud, store a period of years, make your waiting the most beautiful scenery in my life, and forget the rainy night of singing songs without sleeping. Baby, in the next life, I want you to be my most beautiful bride. In the next life, I will wait for you at the intersection you must pass early, and I will not miss you again like this life. I don’t want to be as drunk as this life, so sadness and sadness have made my reincarnation. May I meet you again in the next life! In the next life, let’s string up the memories and love of the past and the present life together. Let’s make tea with the left hand and the fragrance of poetry with the right hand. We will no longer let missing thin into a stem withered lotus, and no longer let sad words become the protagonist of your love! [2] In the next life, I would like to be your most beautiful bride. If there is an next life, I would like to fly out of dust and wait by the road you must pass. If the next life is destined for you, I would like to be your most beautiful bride with a red dress. Inscription outside the window, the rain kept ticking. Quietly listening to the sound of lonely rain flowers falling to the ground, in the night, I drank a gaunt with a posture that no one could understand. The sound of rain knocked on the door ring of memory, so missing was aroused again on such a rainy night. However, even if the inch paper paper is poetic and wet, how can we tell such infatuation? Pull the window, lean out your head, stretch out your hands, let the rain wet your face, fall in your palm, let thousands of worries wear rain for you, remember you said, you love every rainy day because you fall in love with me. I remember you said that every drop of rain falling in front of my window soaked your thoughts flying day and night. Dear, how much is the rain flower feeling tonight? Your voice is still there, but today I don’t know where to find you. In every lonely night, I let my heart dance alone in the old time and space. How I hope that you will be swaying in the wind tonight. I can melt the rain and follow each other. I can use the Qingyun of Song Ci to pursue each other’s initial heart movement together, pursue the most beautiful smile that I blooming for you that year. Now it is the season for willows to pile smoke. Although you no longer share my flowers and moon, no longer accompany me to share the breeze and drizzle, you are always a weak and thick attachment in my heart, your smile is still shining in my brow, and your true feelings are still entangled in my palm. In the coldest and loneliest time, I often smell the lasting aroma of your ink and salvage the warmth you once gave in my memory. In the faintest, I can still get the fragrance of Shumei with full sleeves. I thank God for letting you meet me in this life, because my life is no longer blank because of you, because my life has Meiko color with you. No matter how the years change, I always remember that we used to pretend to be spring, count the flowers blooming and falling together, face the sea together, and observe the clouds and clouds. I always remember that there was an excellent man in northern China who once made me love vigorously, which was really painful. Because love is too deep, I have to choose to turn around and choose the loneliness of the rest of my life before love ends. Junke knows that since leaving, I have lost my face like water for you. For you, I used to fade into a grave with a wisp of fragrance, the eyes gazed at the endless sleepless night window? I don’t know who said 45 is the angle of looking up at happiness. Junke knows that the direction I look up at 45 always stays where you are? The flowers on the other bank met late, and the solo dance was bleak. The fate of this life is shallow, and Yudie flies over, and it is difficult to get more and more prosperous in the end. I know that you and I meet each other and fall in love with each other. Finally, it can only be Hua Xie Meng disabled. No matter how I am in this world, I can no longer hope to Rosalind for me. Rain, whose paper fan is wet? Whose wine is warm when the wind is cold? In this life, a piece of dust dream is lonely. Whose Fanghua? Let me set a lonely happy scene for myself deep in my heart, write poems for you attentively, and put love in the lines of poetry. I will shake myself deep in the red dust and wait for you in my memory. Is there really an afterlife? If there is really an afterlife, I wish I could grow old suddenly overnight and transfer to the next reincarnation in advance, so that the dreams and feelings that have not been born in this life will be rounded and the next life will continue. Dear, if there is really an afterlife, I hope God can feel the infatuation of you and me in this life, and no longer let you have the lament when I hate meeting you in this life or not, no longer let you have the regret of making the king have his own wife and his own husband in this world, no longer let you and me sigh for the two and two of this life, gather and disperse. I hope there will be a place in the next life, only fireworks and prosperity, only tranquility, no noise, only love, only you and me. In the next life, I would like to be your most beautiful bride with a ray of sunshine and a star glow in this life. In the next life, I would like to make you happy and share the warmth with you. In front of us, the rain is still falling. With a gentle grip, I was deeply involved. Open the door, I rushed into the rain curtain. By the road, beautiful cherry blossoms are still swaying in the wind. I stood quietly under the cherry tree and was intoxicated again in the memory of that year the month romantic cherry blossoms. (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 wish it was a piece of coal in your furnace.

Ah, my closest lover! You are my most beautiful bride, and you are the purest and most sacred goddess in my heart! I am calling you all the time, my closest lover! I love you so true, I love you so pure! I love you so much! I love you more than myself, because you are the only one in my life! My lover, please don’t disappoint my love for you, please don’t disappoint my love for you. I will burn all I have for my beloved you! Burn all of me! Ah, my closest lover! You should know what my previous life was, you should not abandon my appearance, you should not forget our previous life agreement. Ah, my closest lover, only in this way can I have the same enthusiasm as fire and the same heart as fire! Ah, my closest lover! I think my past life must be a pillar of talent, and I must have suffered a lot of hardships and frustrations, and experienced a lot of pain and sadness. After thousands of years of cultivation and waiting, we can finally meet each other in this world. Now, your love and my love are playing happily in this world. Ah, my closest lover! God is so unfair to us, and fate is so funny to us. Now, you are in your hometown and I am far away. I think no matter how far we are apart, I believe there is no distance between our hearts. I will still love you deeply, and I will love you more! My beloved, have you seen me burning like this! 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…

Floating Life is like a dream, I write down

In my dream, I dreamed of Jiangnan with green rain and smoke. Lacquer wooden door, verdigris door ring deep lock. There are a lot of green silk, and the eyebrows are still those slender eyes. It seems to be standing in the attic, pushing open the window. The wind blows, and the color is cold. I raised my eyebrows, and the sky of light greenish blue had no clouds or sunshine gaps. It was so pure that there was only one color. I know that I am is dreaming, wandering in poems, pictures and sing. In the old days, Qingning was the old street paved by green slabstone, the soft moss on the stone steps, and the rain falling under the eaves last night. In the distance, Catkins fly in unpredictable scenery. When someone clears the heavy smoky rain, it is you who welcome clear eyes. The eyes are calm, like the face of spring breeze. The tall wild horse carried your eyes, always towards the end of the cloud, the tower, the queue window of me, knocked down a thin and long shadow. I looked at you, damp and covered my eyebrows. After reading for so long, waiting for so long, waiting for so long. You laugh and shout my name, and the wind is surging. I also laughed, pear flower with rain. Full of words, open your mouth, but time makes me forget your name. Hide all the words, silence, silence, only see the vast world. You are not here, where is JS? Once upon a time, the prosperity was interwoven and the Brocade color continued. The mountains and rivers share together, and I will join hands with you. Years are like water, long and continuous. I slept in your eyes for thousands of years. And time is always the face of flowers, blooming and dying, so repeated spring and autumn. In winter, I woke up and shook off a snowflake on my shoulder. Floating Life is like a dream, I write down. 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…