Time flies, read you as early as before

The Rose That never withers in my memory was buried in that bleak autumn. Your name, I will use a lifetime of meditation. Heaven and Earth, where, there is the warmth of expectation like the beginning, let me a piece of blue sea and blue sky? — Inscription (text: Rain Dance Alone)

Now, I finally know that I am the deepest person into the dust, stepping on the steps of falling through the sky day and night, constantly looking for that period of time that has passed away and never returned. Standing on the other side of the current year, I gently wrapped the shallow wounds of the season. In front of me, maple leaves are red. However, in my heart, a snow has been rising one after another, and the whole world has Willow Branch dried up, there are still times of green; There are still times when big geese fly south and return to the north. However, are those days in my life that used to smile to warm back? The past is in tune and the memories are in tune. Maybe the meeting in this life is destined to arouse the love of the whole world. The meeting between you and me was just two tiny dust that went to a fleeting date in the red dust. After a short meeting, they flew to each other and went to the end of the world. The wind blew on my face. A red leaf glided across my brow and fell on my cheek. The edge of the barbed leaf scratched my face and hurt my heart. Oh, is this the wind blowing on the desert? At this moment, I feel like the solitary wild goose of the world, floating alone in the world of no one. I passed through the broken walls and ruins of the desert, forgetting to break the cold star of Loulan, the moon, the wind, the sand and the fall, all the thoughts were destroyed, and the only love was unwilling to fall. I stayed at the tuyere of Tuoling sound, saved an old gentleness, silently read a deep-hearted time to meet the quicksand of Mo dance, and poured down at my fingertips. Perhaps, fate is doomed, on the bank of the familiar river, there will be no more Lanzhou to urge, nor will there be the back of holding hands and relying on each other; Perhaps, fate is doomed, that river, in the future, only a slow voice will be sung, there was only a sigh in a low voice. Who exiled love and left it in the red dust? Who dusted the sky and clouds, sad a poem in the midnight? Once, in the days with you, there was no loneliness or sadness in the Dictionary of heart, and some were just endless poems of Jiangnan and endless tenderness of Jiangnan. When I met you, I was like a movie of love. I couldn’t calm my heart and breathe smoothly for a long time because I entered the movie too deeply. I can’t help thinking often: If you and I meet again, will the ending become beautiful and different? If fate is the door that can pass through? Then, can we only be the two of us from now on, waiting for happiness outside the red dust, and from then on, we will not provoke dust, ask about the world, or sigh about the desolation of the world? Everything is like an unawakened nightmare. You walked into my life gently and disappeared in my world silently. Love is like fireworks, but I am persistent. After the fireworks became so beautiful, I hid into a fan. The rose that never faded in my memory was buried in that bleak autumn. Dear, my heart is still waiting for the autumn you promised, has your heart changed the face of the season? Today, I, like a lost child, can’t tell the warm direction. Even if there are still flowers and full moon and birds and flowers in the rest of your life, how can it be perfect without your sharing? Through the past few years, the scenery on the road is countless, but I don’t care about other scenery. Because of love, lonely words are persistent only for your messy wandering every time. Although God gives me the inspiration of words, today, however, I can’t write what kind of pain a person is empty for a shadow. After all, you and I have become strangers. The ending of love is only a season of blooming flowers and sadness. Perhaps, I am a tear left by your previous life, you can’t pick it up, and the years have never dried up; Perhaps, everything is just a beautiful time once, which is the result of fate, can’t Escape or change. Once looked over the sand bank waiting for your sail to appear. Now, I have stranded my lonely mind in the land of Autumn Water, traveled on the lonely coast, silently experienced the tenderness left by the fine lines, and mourned a sad sound in front of the lonely fragments, let the waiting heart be in the rippling river, alone with the waves, alone with the feeling of being alone, make me think about the reign and Twilight. Who knows, in my world, flowers are no longer flowers, and dancing is no dance. How can I smile and smile in the future? Some people say that 45 is the angle of looking up at happiness, but now I am used to looking up just to prevent tears from falling down easily. I remember that year, on the stone bridge in Yangzhou, I was like a waterfall with green silk, white clothes winning snow, and I was lying on the bamboo xiao. In a scene of Yuanning Lanyan, I blew a lot of Misty; You, green shirt show, laugh and shine, fold willow branch lightly, dip in the clear water, and write a few deep feelings in a tree of peach blossom flying. On that day, looking at Yi Yi’s reflection in the water, I heard the Moss Haggard and the autumn wind crushed the aftersound the voice of blooming the stone bridge in my heart. You are like a wisp of smoke, scattered with the wind, faded out of my sight, I stretched out my hand to keep only a trace of melancholy, a piece of paper fell White, a lament. Therefore, I hid behind my smile and smiled bitterly in the old songs, sending all my worries to the new words and old words. Dear, I want to be a pure white lotus in your life, for you to bloom the most beautiful beauty in this life; I want to hold your hand, dance the breeze surplus sleeves, make flowers full of clothes at present, you on the other side are as far away as the moon. If you can, you really want to sing and dance unprocessed Jade to comfort you, and you will miss each other. In this life, the vast sea of people meet each other, but no one can Frends. Often rely on the season, count the traces you have been to, time flies, read you as early as before. No matter what the end of this life is, for me, it is a kind of beauty to meet you in the world, and it is a kind of happiness to fall in love with you in the red dust. Even if you are speechless, I don’t complain. Let me hold my memories lightly and comfort myself with the traces left by you in the remaining semi-que floating light. I will hold a heart lamp in the forgotten corner, waiting for you not to give up loving you. In this life, even if I wait to be pale and helpless, I would rather be stuck here, and I would like to point ink into a piece of cake, swing your sleeves into a fool and make a person’s sad one-man show. I always let myself lick the wound in the quietest and loneliest night. No one knows how my helplessness and sadness are eroded into my bones. No one knows that I love you until you are hopeless. If Naihe Bridge is not a legend, I would like to jump down and forget Chuan River, bear thousands of years of ups and downs, torture, and look forward to another result of the next life; If three-Life Stone is not a legend, I would like to cut my wrist, mark you and my name with blood, looking forward to the next life. Now, if anyone asks me: what is the greatest wish in this life? I think I will tell him (her) without hesitation that I would like to give all the good times to meet your deepest review. If anyone asks me: Which road do you want to take most in this life? I think I will answer him (her) firmly. I will only set foot on the road that leads to you. I have no choice but it. In this life, even if you leave half the world, as long as you can finally touch your fingertips, then everything you pay is worth it. I don’t know when this night is clouds. If I bow down under the Bodhi tree and pray for Buddha to be effective, I don’t want to smile all day long. I only hope that it can be converted into poems of Tang and Song dynasties, sleep between your lines and wait for the Maple Leaf to be red next year, I will definitely come back to meet you again! Your words have been ringing in my ears, but, dear, why are maple leaves red and red, but you still can’t hide it? In the Lonely Autumn, the autumn rain wet one after another the dream of Jiangnan. Look! The Moss floating in the corner wall of expose to wind and rain seems to be telling me the vicissitudes and helplessness I have experienced. I have never left the Fangcheng built by you and me. As long as you turn around, you can see that I am still waiting for you. Who can answer your heart? I walked slowly with a pious heart. I don’t know if I can move God and step out a pure and fragrant future with my careful steps? No matter how the years change, you will always be my favorite in this life and the constant theme between the lines. No matter whether you whisper or not in the future, this life is just for you. You said, I love the appearance of my long hair most, then, even if three thousand of green silk are around three thousand of bitter worries, even if it is lonely and sad, red face and thin, in this life, my long hair still has no regrets to stay for the King. Dear, I remember all the poems you wrote for me with your heart. Your words and your words have turned into glittering snowflakes falling in my life, into my bones, in my blood, you will never leave! You can never leave! Just now, I heard the news that it was snowing there, so I imagined myself as a piece of snow, swaying, hoping to fall to your chest before melting. The North, after all, is a dream in my heart. If you and I meet in the crystal world at this moment, I believe that the tenderness of the front dust will surely condense into the richest and most beautiful snowflake in this life. If there is a dream tonight, I hope there are snowflakes in the dream. I will stand alone on the ferry passing by the thin wind in a clean and flawless world and draw a picture scroll holding my son’s hand, play a constant movement and write an ending to grow old with your son. If there is a dream tonight, I hope no one will wake me up! Let me hold my memories and fall asleep in that flying snowflakes

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…