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…

With a touch of blue thoughts, stay with you forever

Love is the silence of the whole life. In the world of love, we should endure loneliness and loneliness. Love is a fairy tale in Heaven and Earth played with sincerity and sincerity. It is a legend written with time. — InscriptionTime flies, monsoon blows down the memory of many joys and sorrows, and also blows away the romance of many wind, flowers, snow and moon. When you suddenly return to the beginning, only the ups and downs along your way are like a touch of Qingyour orchids, accompanied by a faint fragrance and lingering, gorgeous lines of thin poetry and sorrow are blooming quietly in the wind. Cut one heart and shine, date with you. When I hold a cup of water, my heart is as clear as a spring, my heart is as clear as a blue. The heart is as quiet as water, and the leisure is light and happy. The lunar November in my memory reflects a strange dream. In my eyes, it is the figure that can never be waved, as if a purple star flashing in the dark night sky. I clearly remember that a few years ago, you and I made an appointment in the depth of time, singing in the long river of time, singing in a graceful way into a poem, dancing in the mountains and rivers, and finding love for friends for SH years. I quietly walked into your poem-like eyes, just like walking in the happy and glorious years, thinking lightly in the fingertips of time flowing, walking lightly, singing faintly, enjoying the beautiful scenery faintly, light care filled the heart. As time flies, the fresh wind releases my thoughts. The forest gives the little eagle a dream and a pair of wings to fly freely. In your poetic feelings, you can experience the dream of gentle breeze and drizzle, understand your most genuine feelings in your real moving. In the memory of the wind, I brew an altar of mellow wine from heaven and earth with your hand, drunk in the blue sea, drunk in the charming spring, gentle touched by moonlight, delicate into the most beautiful myth. With a heart like a Orchid, I treasure your pearl-like wish, bearing in mind each of our original agreements, facing the sea, when the Spring is warm and blooming. All the way, the rain adds flowers, the flowers move a mountain of spring, the orchid flowers, for your own good, show the cold wind and fragrance from the old. Every time I think of you every bit of my journey, a kind of clean feeling filled the sky with pure dreams. She is like an angel’s wings with a happy smile, surround my holy soul. Therefore, I opened my arms as if I were soaring in the sky. The fairy tale world all over the Sky performed the first acquaintance of deja vu, and built a perfect poetic and artistic silence for a long night. My love was deep and warm around, you have been silent all the time, and you will never leave day and night. In my heart, in my life, it will become a bright flower in the world, the feelings with wisps of fragrance like Moonlight pulse, and the cool Sanskrit, flowing between heaven and earth, witnesses a love story waiting for thousands of years. I count my time in the depth of the season. You look forward to it in the cold branches. You are like a ray of sunshine in winter. You are elegant, arrogant, calm and calm. You look at the flowers with me, listen to the flower language, walk the flower Road, shower flower & rain, and the beautiful feelings become more and more clear in the summer of Zimo. For so long, you have always treasured me like a treasure, cherished me, and also because of me, in your heart, no one can walk in any more. And I am the same, because of your silence, because of your spring and winter, my heart never lingers. For you, I would rather be lonely, lonely in loneliness, for you, my sight never leaves your obsession, for you, my heart never deviates from the Zhenjian of love. Some people say that there can be no one to stay together for a lifetime and no eternal love in the world. However, for you, I want to interpret the waiting for a lifetime as true, for you, I want eternal love to be no longer a myth in the world. Since having you, my heart is as soft as rain. With you, my love is as lingering as the wind. In this feast of wind, flower, snow and moon, I would rather go to a fire and water disaster regardless of everything, and use my special words to glaze the love of our lives and ignite the flame of love. In my lifetime, I will hold your hand and go to the seaside to finish our fairy tales. Even if we get old one day, our hearts still care about each other. We made an appointment to walk on the beach hand in hand. We made an appointment to return to my beloved Grove. We made an appointment to travel around the mountains and rivers together. We made an appointment to grow old, not only in this life, but also in the next life, we also need to carry out love to the end. I love our love light time. If you like, I will steal your waiting heart with a persistent affection and put my heart in peace. I said if you like, I will exchange deep emotions for your company for a lifetime, waiting for the passing of years; I said that if you like, I will use my pure love ardent love, waiting for you to hold your heart and walk the world with laughter. You said that if I needed it, you would be my hand and write thousands of tenderness. You said that if I needed it, you would draw for me and paint the wind, flowers, snow and moon. You said that if I needed it, I would like to be sure of this life, how many days and nights with me, how many days and nights I am willing to stand alone for you, how many days, my flowers of happiness fill the whole corner of the sky. Every woman in the world has a touch of heart redgusset for the beloved, like a piece of ice heart, like a cup of fragrant tea, a thousand words surging on her mouth, and the moonlight with colorful eyes is pouring into the city. A heart language contains a wing of hope in the heart, drawing the trajectory of the journey and annihilating the traces of vicissitudes. A paper of darkstory, drunk spring breeze, drunk warm sun, drunk heart! I promise you life and death, and you promise me to wait silently all my life. I warm your life with warm eyes. You treat me year after year with thousands of persistence. A heart, like a crystal-clear snowflake, is flowing in the sky and earth, rolling up a curtain of wind and rain silk, and touching a little warmth on the elegant tip of the pen. In the pure world, with a touch of blue love, stay with you forever. 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…

About Love

When I was free to browse the web page that day, I accidentally turned to a video where my father and three-year-old daughter sang “because of love” for a while, and then clicked to play it at once. What happened later was unexpected, I was so touched that I almost cried. I looked back and looked at the comments of some people at the bottom of the video. Most of them talked about words such as cute little girls and cute girls. Few talked about being moved out of control. I don’t know when, I was so sentimental. Three-year-old children should not know what the lyrics they sing mean. However, the innocent child voice gave people a very clear and sincere feeling, touching the softest place in my heart. My inner resentment towards love was triggered at once. In fact, I just wanted to find a love of my own for so many years. Why have I been living so tired? There was also a time when someone could let himself be desperate and cherish for a lifetime, but now he is no longer firm and has doubts about whether he can do it. Once I was very persistent in thinking that real feelings didn’t need to be pursued at all. Two people who had never met met met met, but it seemed that they had known each other for a long time. At the moment when they looked at each other and smiled, I already have each other in my heart, and then I get married with a natural love, accompanied forever. But reality proves that only those who have never been in love have such wishful thinking expectations and fantasies. In fact, there are so many love at first sight in this world. Even if they are really lucky enough to meet each other, they still need to overcome various obstacles in reality if they want to get together. In reality, nothing will be smooth sailing. So now I only believe that what you love most often doesn’t choose you; What you love most is not what you love most; And the longest is the person who appears at the most suitable time. Only in this way can we keep looking forward to love, but we don’t know how to define it when it is the most suitable time. It is rumored that 2012 is the end of the world, and we also happened to be in March this year, this is a lonely age, which is the most appropriate time. At the moment, I dare not expect anything, but I am willing not to think about anything, just because I have no courage to start pursuing love now. I just want to wait quietly, waiting for no one or anything, waiting for time, waiting for time to change myself. It can be said that it is lucky to meet the person you love. No matter what the ending is, it can be said to be happy. It is good to grow old in vain. If you break up or feel sad for love, you will be very happy, because after all, Aquacome good and right words. Sometimes a lot of things are not understood, but what can it be if it is only understood? I also know that love needs to take the initiative to pay, even if it fails, I will not regret it. It’s just that I can’t let go after failure. There is a kind of frustration that can’t change the status quo. I always think that if I can become more successful, it will be a different ending, right? Facing the cruel reality, I feel more and more powerless. It is more and more afraid to pursue love, afraid of the disappointment when it cannot meet the expectations of others. Love needs to be changed by itself. When I found myself losing courage to love, I really felt the importance and necessity of changing for love. And change yourself, not for others, just for yourself. Now I begin to try my best to change myself and wait quietly for the person who does not know which moment to appear. Maybe I will never meet the person who let me deliver my soul like this again, or maybe one day, I will meet that person inadvertently. Not only makes me laugh, makes me cry, gives me warmth, but also people who will fight with me. 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…

Care

When I woke up at night, I opened my sleep and looked out of the window. Look at the phone, 03:48. Open the curtain, the cold air is thorough, and the arms are fresh. The bright moon hangs in the sky alone, and the clear glow shines the Earth into a hazy state. As if all kinds of voices were playing together, listening carefully seemed to have no sound. I haven’t seen you for more than 20 years, and sometimes your CEZANNE figure will appear in my dreams. The bumpy life course has never cut off the care for you. You are an angel, just like caviar to the general. I am turtle, a typical lower riba. I like you. That’s right. You don’t like me. This is like the XINGX in the sky and the weeds on the ground never have the track of meeting. I used to be ashamed and ashamed. But I have never hated you, and some just wish silently: as long as you live better than me. Change of the seasons, things are different. I was empty in my heart and wrote out-of-print thoughts in bloody words. I hope that people will last for a long time and spend thousands of miles together. At this time, the sad and beautiful melody of Li Chen’s song “Outside the Window” rang in my ear: tonight I have come to your window, the curtain, how lovely your shadow is. Quietly Aquacome how many times do you have to leave tomorrow for so many years? I came to your window and wanted to knock on the door to ask you to come out and think about your beauty, my ordinary I walked away silently and saw my beloved girl in my dream again and again. I will go far away to look for the future. If I go back to my hometown one day, I will tell my feelings outside your window. Goodbye, my beloved girl in my dream and say treasure to your shadow. If I never come back and let the moon stay outside your window. 2013/01/10 draft. Modified on 2013/01/15. 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…

I look for you QbAidu, sunrise to Twilight

Loneliness is hearing a familiar name and thinking of some stories accidentally; Loneliness is the shadow passing by me, smiling and telling me deja vu. I don’t know when I started, thinking of loneliness and loneliness will connect to myself. The past can not be forgotten, but must be put down. Otherwise, I am afraid that this life will be associated with loneliness. All my life, I have to stay in this wounded city. Face, not necessarily the most sad. Loneliness is not necessarily unhappy. I think I will put my hands together and pray silently for you in the lonely days every day. If you can’t have it, then forgetting should be the best choice. One’s life can’t let the short fragile life carry too much load. It is not only us, but also life. If we carry too much, we will be tired. No matter how beautiful the scenery is between you and me, I can only enjoy it for a short time, and I am afraid that I can no longer stop for you. Because I have waited enough for the opening and falling of Miles peach blossom in the third life. Waiting for a while, I just turned around again and again in the circle I drew. If I can make you happy all your life, then I am willing to ask for each other in Buddha front. If I can make you warm all the time, then I am willing to wait slowly on the road. If I can never give up in this life, then I am willing to rub shoulders with you for tens of millions of times and only ask for holding hands. It is said that everyone has a problem. The more he likes, the more he likes to bully him. Do I dare to bully you? I am not afraid of your leaving, just afraid that you are farther away. Once upon a time, in a short period of time, we thought we loved someone deeply. Later, we realized that it was not love, it was just lying to ourselves. A lie, it can be said that half a month and a year, it can also be said that one life and three lives have deceived everyone, that is, they can’t deceive themselves, because only they know whether they are happy or not. Love is like a dream, and it is sent one journey after another in the bottom of my heart. It is like rain, and the deep love in this life is endless. It is like a dream, like rain, and there are flowers and moon. Isn’t this the essence of love? At the same time I like you, I also fell in love with Xu Song’s songs and the books of autumn night. Recently, love “QbAidu”: Guan Wai wild shop, fireworks, how do guests sleep? Who will add two pieces for me? Three or four more snow, the wind does not decrease, blowing overnight. It’s just poor, thin horse is not easy to rest. How many months have you been dreaming? How many years are you awake? The past is bleak, with shallow feelings, both hands are bound. Partridge is clear of resentment, can hear, can’t fly back to the front. Who will expose the old couplet red faded ink residue? I find you QbAidu, sunrise to Twilight. I am ups and downs, I find you QbAidu, and I am one year old. But you are never there, the lights are dim. Love is also deep, love is also deep, Yi Ren does not know the truth in his dream. The rain is cold at night, and the dream is cold. Yi Ren doesn’t know the dream. Hate or resentment, it is already yesterday. The past has passed, and naturally those who can’t go back can’t go back. Rolling in the red dust, love is like a dream, like a flower dying, but the flow of water is in a hurry, put a don’t forget, plant a corner of the heart. Let it take root and Sprout, stay in my heart until I die. You can’t catch the back of your departure, leaving only the warmth of the past, as if you were separated. It seems that you, who should be the most passer-by, occupy such a heavy position in my heart. Even though this time is like a stream of water, I can’t stop my deep attachment and dependence on you. Someone is constantly falling in love with others and being loved by others. What he loves is himself that he can see in anyone; No matter how big the world is, it is not a big heart. No matter how far it goes, it is not a dream. I look for you QbAidu, sunrise to Twilight, a ladle of rivers and lakes I ups and downs; I look for you QbAidu, another year of prosperity, but you are never in the dim light. 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…