Those years, those feelings

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

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…

With a touch of missing on your pillow

Yelan, sleepless. A cup of green tea curled up together, a heart light lit up, a tender feeling was swaying, and a lovesickness was thick and endless. Think quietly about the past years, tap the keyboard quietly, and write a gentle and gentle inscription. Who said that, in the hustle and bustle, keep a quiet heart and love each other for the first time. There are always too many tests and hardships in life. If you walk through Sangtian, you may become strong and brave. However, in this self-described Story, dear, you and I are the main characters in the play. At this time, if I can smell the smell on you, I will fall asleep peacefully, but now, I can only miss you in this cold night and bless you silently. Only, in my own way, record the world of my inner feelings at this time. What’s wrong, drunk. In the end, women are full of affection and soft like water. What kind of style and affection are all kinds of Yingge and swallow dancing, which are drunk and shaking down all over the ground. At night, the cold overflows all over the floor, the light Moonlight flows through the windows, and the pillow is clear and clear. In the nest we love, without your breath, it seems empty and deserted. When I think of those tight hugs, I am so sentimentally attached. You gently kiss my forehead and tell the gentle whispers when you leave; When I recall the lingering warmth of love on my lips, my heart is like a flood of tide. I often hold fragrant tea quietly standing the west window and look up at the starry sky, and I am crazy about recalling our happy time together. That kind of happiness arises spontaneously; I think, you gently pull up my hand and walk in the snowflake flying, your deep kiss and this unforgettable season; Thinking of it, the romance and love we walked in the drizzle showed like a film, with endless tiredness and brilliance all over the ground. Thinking about it, the tears are blooming and beautiful, the eyelashes are flashing with colorful, and the tears of happiness are full of eyes, which seems to return to those romantic and romantic memories. You said, I am girl you will never grow up, as long as I am willing, you will give me endless care and true love, dear, how much I want to be with you in this life, even if the food is cold, as long as there is love in the heart, it will never leave. Recalling the past, how many falling red flying flowers roamed in the soul of life, how many tears turned into lovesickness rain, falling into my heart. I stretched out my arms, passed through the hazy smoky rain, touched the memory deep in the red dust, embraced the Phantom deposited under the flowers, and wandered in the smoky rain and red dust, it turns into a little cinnabar red between eyebrows. Those wind, flower, snow and Moon, those lingering silhouette, have always been in the heart, like a dream, like a fantasy, is also true. The Wind Rises, the flowers fall, and a piece comes casually, looking for some old gentleness, flowing gently, smooth like jade, 1.1 points, sliding to the bottom of my heart, the softest corner was drunk. Dear, at this time, miss you. Miss you, in the warm sunshine of every afternoon; Miss you, under every neon light with dim lights; Care about you, in every morning rising and falling time; Used to it, pick you up gently every night without others, and don’t want to put it down for a long time; I am used to listening to your heart in every silence, telling I miss you and joy. Count your face carefully, decorate your smile, your heart is a pen, your dream is a note, and it turns into a lovesickness. It gives you the night of thinking you sleepless and tender heart. Dear, how much attention, how much tenderness, how much lovesickness, just for you. With a touch of missing falling on your pillow, a curtain of heart and dream swaying, hearing your call in the dream, sentence, sound, telling the land is old and the sky is wild, a little silk, a wisp, calling the ground for a long time and the sky is long…… Zan (prose editor: Yue ran) Phoenix mountain spring outing After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon… Enter June In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… The confusion of summer night I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool… Love story Lover dies, lover…

Warm light to the Sun

When the spring blossoms, I found your memory on the shabby stall along the edge. That is a glittering bracelet of Jade White, which is the only memory I have left beside you and the only memory I have for you. When the spring blossoms that year, you were still laughing and laughing around me. Your smiling face was filled with innocent and lovely innocence. I spent three seasons beside you like this. From spring to winter, I still remember your warm palms, you often put your feet on my stomach, and you often spoiled me to take you out to buy delicious food. You are as warm as light, like a summer full of spring, but you did not attack me with the heat of summer, just as warm as light, warm as beautiful sunrise, when I looked up at the sky, there was a colorful glow. I know that you are the most beautiful sunrise in the world, and you are the warmest sunshine in the world. When I first saw you, you relied on the white and Jade pillars beside the bridge, wearing floral little short dress and a milky white bow. I walked by the bridge, but I just turned around and lost my soul. What a lovely girl you are would make me fall in love at first sight. You seemed to see my embarrassment, but nodded slightly and smiled slightly, revealing white white teeth. This is the time when I first saw you, just as I miss you every night and everyday since then. I know that there are still 12 days left, which is the arrival of early spring. If there is a wonderful life in this world, I think it is every minute I can spend with you. Time flies. I saw you again after I first saw you for 12 days, just as I looked up in the warm and smoked spring light and saw the colorful sunrise. The lovely girl stood by the railing of the bridge with a radiant smile and leaned on another person’s side. What I can see is this. The colorful sunrise will eventually have a beautiful sunrise companion. I just enjoyed the beauty of the little sunrise and mistakenly thought it was the most beautiful scenery in my life. Girl, give me the most beautiful legend, give me the most beautiful warmth, give me the most beautiful sunrise, but abandon me in the dribs and drabs around me, time is like a sad and colorful ink cartridge. I just dip a little in it and want to draw the picture of you who love me most in the whole world. This is the first day of early spring. You are wearing a big red trench coat, and your lovely face is surrounded by inverted bangs. What kind of mark is that, just like the first ray of sunshine in early spring, I know, that’s exactly what makes you cute. I am your first sight, you are my destination, this is my opinion, so even if the sunrise is dazzling, I will take back your sunrise from Chaoyang. Dear girl, I would like to bring you warm and warm sunshine for the rest of my life. Dear girl, I would like to inlay your beauty into the eternal clouds. When I was praying, you suddenly turned around and saw me behind you, just a warm smile, and came towards me. Just when I was at a loss, you added a lot to my overwhelmed heart. You walked to my side, put your arms around me, and printed a gentle kiss on my cheek. In the warm spring, I met you and the dazzling sunrise. After that day, I knew your name was logiya. I knew your home was not far from my home. I knew that you liked me too, I know that there is really love at first sight in this world. Dear girl, you gave me unforgettable early spring, I want to return your warm half of life. 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 in disguise

Zhongxi Fang, it’s raining outside, the cord fabric half covered, incense burner tea, me and you. The hateful thing is that how I record this scene is distorted. I had dinner with them and walked away. This afternoon was planned, but it was not calculated. You like rain. Our steps accelerated with the coming of rain, running and laughing. An ancient Memorial Tower, which you said was left during the anti-Japanese War, I saw a sentry standing in the distance with a machine gun. Heavy rain ahead. Ivy is still wisteria, the green is new, on the edge of the building, wrapped around the tea house, which is very similar to the city. Quiet Zhiyuan. I just went to the pioneer bookstore a few days ago, with a very similar picture. Every breath feels too heavy, I tiptoe. It is rare to meet each other. There is a feeling of old time, impulse, insipid, yearning and truth. Right in front of me. The rain is still falling, dust and mud are falling. I am very unfamiliar with the flying dust of this land. The mountains visible in the distance also feel frustrated. Focus, a foot of land. The incense burner was still burning, and the purplish red tea also rolled away for several times. Add tea, sweet tea. Do you feel left out? A small brown book on the coffee table records different associations. You write down a line, next year, I will wait for you. I have been thinking for a long time, and I don’t know how to summarize the magical feeling. Give you a dull look and feel it yourself. I like this sentence best these two days. Signed, Li Daze. Signed, Wujiang? I may have used messivae. I can’t remember clearly, and I don’t care about it. The waiter added water once. We had a good talk. You opened the curtain, Binjiang road cars come and go in all directions. The rain is getting smaller. I told you that I broadcast in primary school, and I sang the light rain in March with my classmates. You smiled sweetly. I sang too badly. I like watch show, which makes you smart. As time goes by, it is like a pool like a grinding disc. When it is opened, the water flows like a column. After that, it is dying. You said there was a study here, so you didn’t go to see it. There is no need to pretend to be forced when I go there. Local books that are too Literary are second. When the rain stops, it always leaves. I looked at the wall full of Ivy again. The building was a few meters away, allowing bullets to fly for a while. Let’s make a movie, such an old place, remind yourself that you are still young. You are really good at taking pictures. You laughed again. I didn’t laugh. There is no traffic light in your world, which makes me turn on the red light many times. I saw the Yangtze River. In fact, it is no different from Nanjing. Maybe I didn’t look carefully. Do you know that I linger in this place as much as I miss you? Seeing Zhongxi Fang again, it became more quiet. We laughed, and it became more lonely. You have a long talk with me. In what Square. I have to go, three cents in the afternoon. Pepsi’s big umbrella, Pepsi’s desks and chairs, I wear the clothes you bought, I don’t want to give up. It’s still a joke. No one is more humorous than anyone. I said la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la? What did you say? I forgot. Or I am more humorous than you. We went to the mall together, and the backpack was full of food. Line. I didn’t have a chance to hold it. It was in public. The opposite direction. I wrote poems in the car, and you read the thoughts of drifting away. Through 99 caves, my girl. I want to climb dozens of peaks, my girl. You are here, you are far away. Cross the Yangtze River again and again, my girl. Stop and rest. Go through more than ten stops, my girl. You are at your feet, you are at home. My heart, how reluctant you are, you are a strong man’s heart, how can you cry and fall for it. You are happy, you are happy, you are endless miss. If you don’t want to leave, I won’t force it, then you stay. Follow your girl and watch her cross the road. Aren’t you worried? In this way, you can feel at ease. I left in the dark of night, where you came from and where you used to be. You don’t belong there anymore, you have to follow your girl. 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…

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…

It’s your body and my soul who cheated

I bought fruit and didn’t wake up yet. After I put it down, I hurried to take the subway to work again. I just looked back at her when I turned around the gate, A ray of sunshine shone on her pale face and then turned away. She was on a business trip for several months. I also prepared dinner, including sweet and sour spare ribs she liked and shredded pork with garlic sauce. The doctor told me that she was fine. After a few months of rest, she would recover completely. The head of the person who was in the same car with her hit a car-door glass, and her skull cracked to rescue the suburb, I also know that they encountered heavy trucks rolling in another direction when they were over red and green. They are colleagues, and they drive the company’s car on business together. At five o’clock after work, the winter sunset wanted to leave between the floors of the city. I smoked cigarettes in the office and watched them circling around my space at eight o’clock, I went to the hospital with a lunch box. I went home in the middle. The house was quiet and suffocated. I poured sweet and sour spare ribs into the bathroom. She woke up and cried all the time. I helped her with a tissue, after ten years of marriage, it is the same beauty even in crying. A month later, I was discharged from hospital. I picked her up in the car that day. It was a cloudy day. It looked like four or five degrees below zero. The exhaled gas was a mass of white. She picked up the instrument, go and see him. The photo on the monument is very handsome. If it weren’t for the accident, it would be a promising person. From a distance, she stood in front of him, the dead leaves rolled by the wind flew up and down at her feet, like a lonely soul dancing in the mortal world. After half a month, we went through the divorce formalities and I am a program engineer, it was easy to continue the red light for a few seconds. I entered the city public camera system and watched their gentle kisses and warm hugs in the car. I thought the story could be saved, in this winter, it was tightly frozen in the memories of the past. Zan (prose editor: Yue ran) Phoenix mountain spring outing After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon… Enter June In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… The confusion of summer night I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool… Love story Lover dies, lover…

Hold a bunch of snowflakes and move forward quietly

You, so close, so far. How I hope that you will twist a plum and insert it in my hair. In flying snowflakes, hold my hand, carry the whisper to the sun, and write the lovesickness of the red dust into another scenery. Inscription (text: Rain Dance Alone) The snow came, according to the date of the season, floating, with her dream. Snow, like a fairy with feathers, sing merrily and dance gracefully between the sky and the Earth, snowflakes falling down, and mountains and rivers that have been silent for a long time also have a different kind of flexibility. I am afraid of cold, but I love snow. Snowflakes give pure beauty and imagination to the cold winter. When snowflakes are flying all over the sky, I just want to dream back to the long days of Tang and Song dynasties, hiding in the heart of the quiet time. In the quiet and pure white years, I feel a love song about winter without sadness in my heart, on any curtain, snowflakes flying with snowflakes always have an endless charm. Standing on the white snow, I suddenly feel that the world is so simple and transparent. Pure white with Crystal Light, constantly washing my eyes and my heart, looking up at the sky, I tried to find the three-inch heaven that belongs to me, and the gentleness of the world. In the quiet corner of the world, I quietly looked at the red dust outside my heart. At this moment, all the prosperity in the world seems to have alienated me. I think the snow should come from thousands of miles away and meet me for a lonely feast. Stretch out your hand, embrace yourself, and pity yourself. I, and myself, speak softly. The world is vast, only to whom? Oh, today, I think I am a kite flying in the sky, with a line of distance to tie the past lingering picture scroll. I want to stage a Dunhuang Kweichow Moutai in the sky flying snow, Flying lightly with snowflakes, staying in the arms of my lover. Like Lotus preoccupied with strings, flowers bloom for one person. Waving amorous feelings are fragrant, and you are crazy with the King all your life. I haven’t had time to distinguish whether you fade in or out in this dust margin. Your figure has waded away like the wind. I looked back holding flowers, only for a little tenderness of the red dust, but finally it was just like the flying flower on the branch, and there was nothing to do with the gaunt scattered all over the ground with the wind. I also wanted to dust up the scene about you yesterday, no longer letting thoughts flood into disaster. However, the hourglass of memory is automatically inverted repeatedly, generalizes the gradually wet thoughts into the sadness of hongchengchi. The Moonlight is still ornate building, and the joy is no longer good. I don’t know who will read the Harp of my broken strings and the fading words after years? Finally understand, it turns out that after the intersection of two tracks, you and I will never be able to interweave, and this distance is the end of the world! Do you know? When I open at lilac every year, I always wander in every lane you walk through, not to find your appearance, but to find the fragrance you have been obsessed. Now, without your company, I have to put myself in a lonely world, listen to a sad intoning lute, and walk alone with my promise. Red Maple is over, only to use poetry to warm dreams. In my ears, it seemed that the sound of falling leaves was always ringing. In the mottled shadow of time, who could see my lonely shadow crawling on the vast Gobi Desert? Listening attentively to the sound of this snow fall, I saw that what fell in front of me was not snowflakes, but my withered heart. Jun, is it true that the sunset of the long river and the new moon of the desert border can no longer afford your memory of the encounter on the ancient bridge of Wuzhen? Is it true that the smoky rain in the south of the Yangtze River and the oiled paper umbrella in Bluestone alley can no longer affect your children? I really want to join hands as a cup, drink snow as a cup, drink up the front dust edge, and drink up the current world. In this way, maybe I don’t have to keep the sadness that I don’t want to leave, don’t worry about the glitz of the world, don’t ask the Red and clear sorrow, no longer lean against the floor and stare, break the willow in front of the door; In this way, under my fingertips, maybe I won’t dye a frame of reverse light again, the water of a book is vast. Half a note of flower fragrance can’t be kept like water and dust. When snow melts, dreams will disappear. Jun, I really want to dance lightly for a period of time when you were in the snow, but today, how can I adjust the dance steps, but I can’t dance a little charm of that day. I can’t hold time because my fingers are too wide and my time is too thin. The complex of not giving up, the eyebrow was touched by the little thoughts, and the snow curtain opened. The plot of that day was no longer reproduced and could not be reproduced. The past wind sang the sadness between heaven and earth into a song of absolute disappointment. I couldn’t jump out the rhythm of the past. I just trampled the snow and trampled the pain and felt lonely. I don’t know, in the echo of the years, can you still hear my jingle and whisper? I really dare not tell you that I still love you. I’m afraid that my heart will fly white oyster, but your heart will stop. I’m afraid that I will stare at my eyes and frown, but you will have a calm face. I’m afraid, I stood waiting for you in the flying snowflakes season, but you kept receding. Perhaps, in the future, I will be happy and faint, and the rare smile will only be a bitter rise in the corners of my mouth after drinking and drinking. Snow, still gently kissed on my face, Jun, is that the continuation of your gentleness? If the snowflake is tied to the love, can the pulse tell the king about this love? The charm of my stay in the snow is broken. Can I get a little pity and love in your dream of fragrant sleeves? In this life, I would like to plant Rose about with a bunch of snowflakes in the south of the snow dance, staring at the snow falling into mountains, standing as Amah Rock for you, waiting silently for the flowers of love to bloom. Lingering in the pure world, listening to the snow story and letting snow kiss my long hair like water. Take a deep breath, let the wind dust the sadness between your eyebrows, hold a bunch of snowflakes, and move forward quietly. I would like to I am a beautiful snowflake, a crystal clear snowflake without dyeing dust, in the vast sky and earth, gracefully dancing alone, alone, alone blooming praise (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…

Fall on your pillow with a touch of missing (Issue 3 of the selected journal of writers)

Yelan, sleepless. A cup of green tea curled up together, a heart light lit up, a tender feeling was swaying, and a lovesickness was thick and endless. Think quietly about the past years, tap the keyboard quietly, and write a gentle and gentle inscription. Who said that, in the hustle and bustle, keep a quiet heart and love each other for the first time. There are always too many tests and hardships in life. If you walk through Sangtian, you may become strong and brave. However, in this self-described Story, dear, you and I are the main characters in the play. At this time, if I can smell the smell on you, I will fall asleep peacefully, but now, I can only miss you in this cold night and bless you silently. Only, in my own way, record the world of my inner feelings at this time. What’s wrong, drunk. In the end, women are full of affection and soft like water. What kind of style and affection are all kinds of Yingge and swallow dancing, which are drunk and shaking down all over the ground. At night, the cold overflows all over the floor, the light Moonlight flows through the windows, and the pillow is clear and clear. In the nest we love, without your breath, it seems empty and deserted. When I think of those tight hugs, I am so sentimentally attached. You gently kiss my forehead and tell the gentle whispers when you leave; When I recall the lingering warmth of love on my lips, my heart is like a flood of tide. I often hold fragrant tea quietly standing the west window and look up at the starry sky, and I am crazy about recalling our happy time together. That kind of happiness arises spontaneously; I think, you gently pull up my hand and walk in the snowflake flying, your deep kiss and this unforgettable season; Thinking of it, the romance and love we walked in the drizzle showed like a film, with endless tiredness and brilliance all over the ground. Thinking about it, the tears are blooming and beautiful, the eyelashes are flashing with colorful, and the tears of happiness are full of eyes, which seems to return to those romantic and romantic memories. You said, I am girl you will never grow up, as long as I am willing, you will give me endless care and true love, dear, how much I want to be with you in this life, even if the food is cold, as long as there is love in the heart, it will never leave. Recalling the past, how many falling red flying flowers roamed in the soul of life, how many tears turned into lovesickness rain, falling into my heart. I stretched out my arms, passed through the hazy smoky rain, touched the memory deep in the red dust, embraced the Phantom deposited under the flowers, and wandered in the smoky rain and red dust, it turns into a little cinnabar red between eyebrows. Those wind, flower, snow and Moon, those lingering silhouette, have always been in the heart, like a dream, like a fantasy, is also true. The Wind Rises, the flowers fall, and a piece comes casually, looking for some old gentleness, flowing gently, smooth like jade, 1.1 points, sliding to the bottom of my heart, the softest corner was drunk. Dear, at this time, miss you. Miss you, in the warm sunshine of every afternoon; Miss you, under every neon light with dim lights; Care about you, in every morning rising and falling time; Used to it, pick you up gently every night without others, and don’t want to put it down for a long time; I am used to listening to your heart in every silence, telling I miss you and joy. Count your face carefully, decorate your smile, your heart is a pen, your dream is a note, and it turns into a lovesickness to give you the night of thinking you sleepless and tender heart. Dear, how much attention, how much tenderness, how much lovesickness, just for you. With a touch of missing falling on your pillow, a curtain of heart and dream swaying, hearing your call in the dream, sentence, sound, telling the land old and the sky, a little silk, a wisp, calling the ground for a long time and the sky for a long time Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon… Enter June In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… The confusion of summer night I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool… Love story Lover dies, lover…

Love button

Imagine that in this winter, your tender smile will open my white arms like snowflakes and grow wildly along the thread of missing. I will hold this happiness affectionately and warm myself with your name. Moshihua, lovesick, Azure and other smoky rain, and I have been waiting for you! Wen/Hongchen smiled at the past life. I was Qinglian, and you brushed your shoulders for Van Gogh. It was amazing for five hundred years. The flowers are blooming, the tone is hot and hot, and between the low eyebrows and smiles, whose deep feeling is gorgeous at first sight on the three-Life Stone? In this life, you are the mountain, I am the flowing water, the long wind is the song, the quiet string and the clear sound, the current pulse, and the Lingxiu is passionate. You are free and easy, gentle my eyebrows bend, my heart boat passes by, whose call is gentle and whose curtain? From then on, Xiaolu infatuated lingering, the stars and the moon are the basis, all the worries are charming, and all the soft words are just for you. Since then, I have been waiting for you in Tang poems/song phrases, waiting for your eyes to gently embrace my deep feelings into dreams; I am waiting in the pulse of Dan ink, wait for your eyes to pass through the red dust field and gently slide across my trembling soul. I know that you are the most beautiful meeting in my life, the distance between the ends of the Earth in the mediastinum. I have known each other for a long time; If I talk, I have cherished each other silently. You said, I am the most beautiful fairy tale in your life, my gentleness enriched your legend; I said, I would like to have a heart, white heads are not separated. I always believe that meeting is a gift from God. Maybe I am here to find you in this life. Imagine, on the path full of maple red, it is linked with your fingers, not seeking the end of the world, but simply forgetting; Imagine, in this winter, your tender smile will open my white arms like snowflakes and grow wildly along the thread of missing. I will hold this happiness affectionately and warm myself with your name. No one knows how much love there is in this world, which belongs to shallow encounter and deep understanding; And no one knows how much love there is in this world, which belongs to silent companion, silence and joy. Among the thousands of people, in the time of no luck, a person did not take a step earlier or a step later, and happened to come to your life. Is this a deep fate? Red Dust is a kind of love, a kind of feeling, not related to age, only associated with love; A kind of missing, not related to distance, but can be withered and broken; A kind of language, no need to make a sound, but words and voices; A kind of thinking, invisible, but the blend of heart and heart. Who said: about love, the child who keeps silent is the most bitter gardener. Everywhere, I hold a plain pen, Zheng song at night, just waiting for you, come to cross me; On the bank of Bodhi, I have a quiet eye, just waiting for you, turning the world into a corner, round my dream of lovesickness. In fact, I really want to turn into a beautiful butterfly, which is lingering with a feather every morning and attached to your shoulder. At every dusk, I share your words with a gentle attack. Always believe that time can flow away, but love is always alive. Sitting in the heart of the world, looking at the missing, a piece of heart words, turned into a rain full of love. In fact, I miss you so much, I grind, you play the piano, I play songs, draw a picture of deep affection, and make a concert together; I really want to brush under the lamp, I will redgusset for you, railing follow the window, hand in hand and side by side to see the oblique Sun, do not seek the end of the world, just want a dream to pour the city. How dare I grow old if you don’t come? Azure and other smoky rain, while I have been waiting for you! Dear, if you can, please give me a look back. The years are quiet, the red dust is safe, and there is a grand encounter in the dark ink. With your clear eyes, give me a deep gaze, treasure the heartbeats. Dear, if you can, please make me curtain. When I was in the golden age, those times that were read by flowing water always showed graceful flowers in the Curl, which made me dream, A smile in the unique and graceful words. Flowers bloom and flowers bloom all over the sky. Who’s calling lightly? Where flowers bloom, it hurts to wait for a season? Who’s mind, in the low back melody with the autumn water for a long time? In the past few years, if there is a person, in your life, the fireworks are gorgeous, the stars are shining, even though they are separated from the sea and the fields, they can call in the dream of the soul, but Miss in words, is this not a kind of happiness?! I am a stranger to flowers, love button, warm love, and I begin to remember deeply. Yi Nuo Qingcheng, a land of heaven, the mountain has no edge, the heaven and earth are united, and you dare to fight with the King. How can I meet you? At my most beautiful moment, I am the woman standing near the water, with three thousand moon flowers, singing for you to walk in the water every night. Just wait for you, through the love of the city, through the water, gently take me away, along with my gentle praise (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) Phoenix mountain spring outing After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon… Enter June In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… The confusion of summer night I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool… Love story Lover dies, lover…