Smoke

Return to the body. When I was in high school, I was with Ting inexplicably. It is the budding of youth, and the end will be announced in just one month. Innocence is my only Description. Love without hand in hand is just love. Give me another choice, how much I just want to do to you. I still remember that I was just lovelorn at that time. You pretend to be someone else to text me, comfort me and share my worries. I know that even when Ting and I are together, you are also the person I can’t separate from each other. This person is more important than ordinary friends, lower than lovers, and bosom friends can roughly describe it. Ting is jealous, which is inevitable. Because I know that for you, it’s not just friends. To be honest, a considerable part of the factors that separate from Ting are caused by you. I don’t blame you, because I firmly believed at that time that I would meet you again, just as I did to you at this moment. Have you ever thought about returning my love? Once, two years ago, on the night of September 30, I still sent you home and still refused to give up on you. Night, light, forest, I kissed you silly, accidentally, and bit your lips. I ran away in a hurry. You told me not to remember it. But I know that I can’t lose you. Biting your lips, it is still necessary to think about it at this time, because from then on, whenever you kiss, you may think of me, whether the person you kiss is me or not. Just, is it necessary to remember? 12 when we were not together, one afternoon, in the classroom, you had bitten my back severely. At that time, the skin was broken and bleeding. I think you are very puzzling. Now think about it, how much I hope that scar will not disappear. You bite my back, maybe just like I bite your lips. The healing of scars is also the time of breaking up, because the two no longer have intersection. Does the end of a story mean the beginning of another story? I used to read The Wizard of Oz for you every day, and there was always another after one story. There are so many people around the little girl, such as Scarecrow and steel man, and you are my little girl. Many years later, will you read stories with your children? Can you remember me by the way? Reading stories for you is the happiest time, which makes me feel that you are by my side all the time. One day, can I continue to read our story for you? The story only belongs to us. Dear, I will return to No. 6 Middle School tomorrow. Can you accompany me? 13 back to school articles back to the long-lost school, I just want to say lightly, I really really miss you. Familiar classrooms, familiar teachers, familiar corridors and familiar classmates are no longer you and me. The snow falling in the sky is the AAN of that year. It is the cold wind that blows my eyebrows, and it is also my missing. I can’t bear to stay and look forward, leaving a second is pain. I am came to this place again with great courage, because I really didn’t dare to look at the old love turning into sparrows and sighing at the door. I dare not hear the joy of my classmates. Without you, all this is just a tragedy. Dare not answer the teachers’ questions about you, the story of the tragic ending, who would be willing to mention it? I am very happy to see the teacher, because I can clearly see your face from my memory. I am very happy to see my classmates, because I can see your joy on their faces. Is there another couple flirting in a classroom in the school? In the park, on the bench beside the small lake, are there another couple who are dreaming about the future? At dusk, on the hillside, are there any footprints left by you and me? The teacher asked me: is Han okay? I can only smile silly; The teacher said to me: if you can stay with Han in the future, you must treat her well. I still have to smile silly. Apart from laughing, what else can I do? How are you? I also want to ask, ask heaven or my heart? In the future, how much I want to have in the future, if there is, who will say it to you? I am losers did not protect their love. When I left school and went to play billiards with my friends, I immediately had some regrets. What kind of taste could it be to teach you to play billiards? When I was separated, my friend saw me unhappy and persuaded me that your kind of girl was not worthy of me. I praised it on the surface, but I thought in my heart, but I didn’t cherish it well. I didn’t buy a gift for you, didn’t let you do what you want to do, only knew to force you blindly, only knew to let you be the person in my heart, completely ignoring your feelings, you are no longer you. I wrote a few strokes, laughing and talking about the slow years, heartbroken and realistic. Tomorrow will be 20130104. I remember you once said that I hope a man can propose to you that day. Do I still have that qualification? Will that man say this sentence in your ear? Are you smiling happily holding his hand? I have long vowed secretly in my heart that I would be the man who proposed to you. Now, when I am kneeling on one leg, I will lift up my head, show a smile and look at you walking towards his arms. May you be well. 14 as soon as I woke up this morning, I saw snowflakes floating outside the window and ran to the balcony with excitement. The world was already Silver. It’s really good. I love you all my life. There are snow carvings, which seem to be dreams. The Sky is beautiful. A lonely person has the desire to appreciate, walking in the long street, the cold wind blows people, and how can he have the feeling of loving the beautiful scenery. I saw the couple in front of me, helping each other and helping each other not to slip. You once entered my arms and gave me the only warmth. For snow, I have too much to say. For you, I will stop talking. The ice disaster in 2008 made the semester end early. When I learned the news, my classmates and I were in the dormitory. The Holiday suddenly made everyone extremely happy. Only me, silently sad, early separation, rare pain, can you understand at that time? The next morning, in order to catch up with you, I stayed at the intersection early, which was a white paradise. I don’t know if you missed the time for other reasons. I have been waiting, waiting, no complaints, no anger. Waiting for you is the happiest thing in the world. I can imagine the excitement and happiness when you see me, and I can also prepare more words for you. I didn’t expect that it would take three hours to wait. When it was cold in the morning, the early birds would not like to taste it. My feet are frozen and my face is blushed. I am still standing straight and looking at the direction you will come in the distance. When I met acquaintances, they asked me to wait for you in the shop next to me. I didn’t, because I was afraid of passing by with you. Soon after, you set foot on the train to return home, and I wrote down such a sentence on the paper, I hope to take you far away. That year, I promised you that I would go to your hometown to accompany you for the new year. I have been trying to do what I promised you. You said, if I don’t go, you won’t reply, and I won’t hesitate. You were very happy that year. Now think about it, is it because of me, or because there is a silly man doing something silly for you? Besides, snow is the year of graduation, that is, a year ago. There are still two snow scenes of the school that you took in my mobile phone. The snow of the past is much whiter, thicker and more dazzling than today, because of you. Students will accumulate snowballs and smash them on you, and you will hide behind me quietly. Very happy, I can cover you with my body, whether it is snowball, sunshine or rain. That year, I am was so happy. At this moment, it had already passed zero, looking out of the window, the unmelted snow was turned golden by the street lamp. Looking forward to it for a day, I thought you could send a text message to tell me, 5201314, I can only hope in my dream. 15 in the morning, I saw the sun falling, and last night I dreamed like an old man. I wrote this sentence on the paper, but I never thought of it, and finally wrote it to you. I have rational thinking, but I can’t understand you. People who study physics may see that the world is square, as if they can sort out everything in the world with coordinate axes. Unexpectedly, with you, what I have learned is just a bubble. I am not the kind of person who will force myself to do things. I am good to anyone who is good to me, and I have no reason for it. Recently, the weather is cold, do you pack like a zongzi as usual? Still lovely, shaking everywhere? Dull, have you taken care of your skin? It won’t be as dry and cracked as mine. It has grown frostbite, right? We met very late soon after we met each other. You always said that you I am the most important person in this city. Think about how proud you were at that time. At the end of every night’s self-study, I will continue to read books, and you will always come close from behind me, put your hands around my neck and pour your little head on my shoulder. I don’t care about my final costume, but my heart has already rolled. A teacher laughed at me and said: Qian, you are really in a hurry. Han, like you, you can still learn. In fact, I have told you that I just regard you as my learning goal. Recently, learning has lost motivation. The reason is that you are missing. Once naughty, I saw you standing on the windowsill wiping the window, rushing past, holding your legs and running around. You shouted in fear, but I just wanted to leave a little impression in your heart. I am just an ordinary person, and your care makes me truly believe that I can change the world. It has always been very ordinary, and I don’t know anything about romance. I think that as long as I insist on it, I will be with you forever, not just the youth of that year. I was wrong. I was wrong. The budding love needs sunshine and water all the time. That was the sweet words of the past, the roses of the anniversary and the kisses of Valentine’s Day. If this love lasts for a long time, will it be in the morning and evening. You don’t understand, neither do I. 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…

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…

You are all in your dreams

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

Next Life appointment (two articles)

[1] In the next life, I want you to be my most beautiful bride. At unstrained liquor drunk and Haggard night, I want to miss the words on my paper. Maybe when I miss with tears, it is also a kind of happiness with extreme pain. Baby, in the next life, I want you to be my most beautiful bride. In the next life, I will wait for you at the intersection you must pass early, and I will not miss you again like this life. The inscription is based on the lonely pillow, your melancholy eyes, your gentle and clever appearance, and a feeling of pity begins to rise, curl, and constantly bring up the case in the bottom of my heart, how should I read and read this mood? Cigarettes burned one after another, unstrained liquor drank one after another, and the paper could not fall on the back. Tonight, my eyes are still looking in your direction, looking for your lost mood carefully. At this moment, the flower shadow shakes, the red candle burns out, and the call of the soul flows silently at the fingertips. If you never stood on the street of the rain Lane that year, how could I not let go of the beautiful shadow of Jiangnan in this life? Walking through every street and street in the red dust, your figure is like a fluttering lilac following me closely. I remember you said that the snowflakes all over the sky are your love all your life, and the pure white color is the constant infatuation of your life; I remember you said that the Flying Rain is your sleepless thoughts all your life, the glittering raindrops are your spotless infatuation in this life. Your words are still ringing in my ears, but I don’t see you by my side tonight, baby, I really feel distressed. A Song of intoning lute tells your attachment in this life. How can I miss this life? The ship of happiness I waited for hasn’t come yet, and the dawn I waited for hasn’t come yet. The sadness and sadness that I can’t afford to raise have flooded into the heart that can’t escape. Qingyi is picturesque. Who messed up the traces of my life? In these the bloom of youth, who promised me that the dust would settle and I would be forever? In this life, my sentimentally attached figure is too far away, so I can only leave her in the bottom of my heart, let her wet eyes turn into the movement of missing, and write a lonely song. Those words that cannot be explained to you one by one, I can only let it drift in the wind with the wind. I hope you can see the shadow I am waiting for in the cool autumn, sighing for you, worry about you. Because you were born in autumn, autumn has always been my favorite season. Every season, the falling autumn leaves will make me feel reluctant and miss. You know — baby? Because of love, I can read a book without words in the time when maple leaves are red; I can hear a song without rhyme; I can read a person without sleep. I think I am an ordinary man. How lucky I am to meet you in this life and be deeply loved by you. I am! With you, deep in my heart, there is always a kind of idyllic life mood under the East fence of chrysanthemum picking and seeing Nanshan leisurely. Baby, I really want to hold your hand, stay away from the red dust and bustle, hide in the depth of idle cloud, and share your dynasties and Twilight. After being kissed by you Aquacome season after season in your life, I am like being cursed. I only hope that you will be in the reincarnation of life and life, and I only hope that I will always be lingering with you and continue writing loves poem together. Even if I can’t reach the other side of happiness tomorrow, I will hold hands with the hazy rain, chanting for love all my life and reciting silently all my life. It is said that people who do not want to drink endless love for a period of five-flavored tea of forgetfulness a thousand years ago will come to this world with the mark left by Meng Po, baby, I hope the moles on your back neck and the moles on my chest are the signs of our thousand-year love. I hope the moles on the back of your left hand are the tears that I shed on your hands in previous lives. The vast sea of people, I finally found you, sighing, we met too late in this life. A song “Dear, why aren’t you around me” always makes me cry. In this life, the seasons can be reincarnated, and the grass and trees can also be reborn. Only time cannot be repeated. Now, the pink in my memory is enough to make me regret my whole life and hurt my heart. Tonight, I use my fingertips to lotion, make the autumn wind and the moon bright, weave the sorrow all over, a little broken, and spill it in front of the window under the moon. Then, I expect a peace of mind, and I am willing to close my eyes, you and I can listen to the red rose petals fall, rotate, leisurely, and far away. I look forward to the happiness in tonight’s dream knocking on my mottled heart door, I look forward to touching your warm fingertips in tonight’s dream. This autumn, I want to wet and dry the sadness I love on the last fallen leaf, and pray for Buddha to bless my world in the autumn of the next year, in that way, I can walk on green slabstone idle cloud, store a period of years, make your waiting the most beautiful scenery in my life, and forget the rainy night of singing songs without sleeping. Baby, in the next life, I want you to be my most beautiful bride. In the next life, I will wait for you at the intersection you must pass early, and I will not miss you again like this life. I don’t want to be as drunk as this life, so sadness and sadness have made my reincarnation. May I meet you again in the next life! In the next life, let’s string up the memories and love of the past and the present life together. Let’s make tea with the left hand and the fragrance of poetry with the right hand. We will no longer let missing thin into a stem withered lotus, and no longer let sad words become the protagonist of your love! [2] In the next life, I would like to be your most beautiful bride. If there is an next life, I would like to fly out of dust and wait by the road you must pass. If the next life is destined for you, I would like to be your most beautiful bride with a red dress. Inscription outside the window, the rain kept ticking. Quietly listening to the sound of lonely rain flowers falling to the ground, in the night, I drank a gaunt with a posture that no one could understand. The sound of rain knocked on the door ring of memory, so missing was aroused again on such a rainy night. However, even if the inch paper paper is poetic and wet, how can we tell such infatuation? Pull the window, lean out your head, stretch out your hands, let the rain wet your face, fall in your palm, let thousands of worries wear rain for you, remember you said, you love every rainy day because you fall in love with me. I remember you said that every drop of rain falling in front of my window soaked your thoughts flying day and night. Dear, how much is the rain flower feeling tonight? Your voice is still there, but today I don’t know where to find you. In every lonely night, I let my heart dance alone in the old time and space. How I hope that you will be swaying in the wind tonight. I can melt the rain and follow each other. I can use the Qingyun of Song Ci to pursue each other’s initial heart movement together, pursue the most beautiful smile that I blooming for you that year. Now it is the season for willows to pile smoke. Although you no longer share my flowers and moon, no longer accompany me to share the breeze and drizzle, you are always a weak and thick attachment in my heart, your smile is still shining in my brow, and your true feelings are still entangled in my palm. In the coldest and loneliest time, I often smell the lasting aroma of your ink and salvage the warmth you once gave in my memory. In the faintest, I can still get the fragrance of Shumei with full sleeves. I thank God for letting you meet me in this life, because my life is no longer blank because of you, because my life has Meiko color with you. No matter how the years change, I always remember that we used to pretend to be spring, count the flowers blooming and falling together, face the sea together, and observe the clouds and clouds. I always remember that there was an excellent man in northern China who once made me love vigorously, which was really painful. Because love is too deep, I have to choose to turn around and choose the loneliness of the rest of my life before love ends. Junke knows that since leaving, I have lost my face like water for you. For you, I used to fade into a grave with a wisp of fragrance, the eyes gazed at the endless sleepless night window? I don’t know who said 45 is the angle of looking up at happiness. Junke knows that the direction I look up at 45 always stays where you are? The flowers on the other bank met late, and the solo dance was bleak. The fate of this life is shallow, and Yudie flies over, and it is difficult to get more and more prosperous in the end. I know that you and I meet each other and fall in love with each other. Finally, it can only be Hua Xie Meng disabled. No matter how I am in this world, I can no longer hope to Rosalind for me. Rain, whose paper fan is wet? Whose wine is warm when the wind is cold? In this life, a piece of dust dream is lonely. Whose Fanghua? Let me set a lonely happy scene for myself deep in my heart, write poems for you attentively, and put love in the lines of poetry. I will shake myself deep in the red dust and wait for you in my memory. Is there really an afterlife? If there is really an afterlife, I wish I could grow old suddenly overnight and transfer to the next reincarnation in advance, so that the dreams and feelings that have not been born in this life will be rounded and the next life will continue. Dear, if there is really an afterlife, I hope God can feel the infatuation of you and me in this life, and no longer let you have the lament when I hate meeting you in this life or not, no longer let you have the regret of making the king have his own wife and his own husband in this world, no longer let you and me sigh for the two and two of this life, gather and disperse. I hope there will be a place in the next life, only fireworks and prosperity, only tranquility, no noise, only love, only you and me. In the next life, I would like to be your most beautiful bride with a ray of sunshine and a star glow in this life. In the next life, I would like to make you happy and share the warmth with you. In front of us, the rain is still falling. With a gentle grip, I was deeply involved. Open the door, I rushed into the rain curtain. By the road, beautiful cherry blossoms are still swaying in the wind. I stood quietly under the cherry tree and was intoxicated again in the memory of that year the month romantic cherry blossoms. (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) Phoenix mountain spring outing After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon… Enter June In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… The confusion of summer night I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool… Love story Lover dies, lover…

Time darkroom

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

Waiting for you has nothing to do with excellence.

The rain fell Red Dust, wet eyes; The moon fell Red Dust, lit up the joys and sorrows. Waiting for you, in a foreign country, miss you, on the side of the bridge. All persistence has nothing to do with infatuation and excellence. In this life, I can love a person quietly in the quiet and good years, without asking about the efforts and gains and losses, only love a person quietly, and then leave quietly, Nahe Bridge, five-flavored tea of forgetfulness, three-Life Stone…, the last drop of tears will not be bleak. It doesn’t matter how many people you Aquacome. When you are unable to ask about the world, do you still think about the person you loved when you were young? In the Sunset, who can still remember the face of that person at the end. He once lived in the same boat. When he had white hair on his temples, he was already on each side of the world. 19 years old was a good time, the swaying path of Willow is now replaced with verdant by years. The small stone board has been replaced with red tiles. The prosperity has faded away. We are also far away from a foreign country. Our hands have changed and the people in our arms have changed. It is better to say that life is short than youth is shorter, and it has been lost before it is too late to have it. Maybe I love other people in my hometown, drink milk tea she likes to drink together, do what you like together, and be happy and happy. I can’t help laughing and crying when I think of it. There is a vast sea of people. You have found a home in the red dust, but I am still in Zhang Huang. Sometimes I miss you alone, I think if we meet three years earlier or three years later, are you holding hands with me now? Ten years of life and death are boundless, love, hate, love and hatred will end up. Leaving was also yesterday, unwilling to accept and unwilling to leave. There are many people in the red dust who are infatuated with each other. Is there any heart to remember. Falling in love with someone is not because he gives you what you want, but because he also gives you what you dare not want most. The first person to come and the last person to go are the most infatuated. Everyone who walks with me gives me different times. For you, I am not the first person to come, but I want to be the last person to leave. If there are two people in your life: one is gentle and the other is amazing, which one do I want to be. With my persistence and persistence, I insist that my persistence is not because I have not met excellent people or because I am not excellent. I just want to love someone quietly in this period of time, love someone attentively. Don’t ask you to know, don’t ask for your care and greetings, I thank fate for letting us meet, don’t hate to meet each other late, don’t blame to make people. 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…

The softness of winter makes love linger

[1] shallow happiness, soft thoughts of winter softness, tied to the plum branches of Cold Mountain, silent language makes love linger. A River, flowing with memories, across my fault dream, in the thin bone West Wind, love has insomnia. I care about Arctic ice floes and Antarctic penguins in the hot winter. When the night came, I called for the dream of the morning. I wish the Penguins playing Snow, moored in a smile, grow into your distant thoughts. I followed your footprints, looking for the breath of that Oasis, full of calcium, indulging in a forgotten memory. The words of the wind beat the branches. Tomorrow, it will be red blossoms and green willows again. I want to tell you that life is a mountain. The cycle of the four seasons and the rotation of the Sun and the moon are all ferries from this side of the mountain to the other side of the mountain, in the middle of which are the bitter, sour, sweet and happy joys and sorrows we have experienced. I want to tell you that happiness is a lamp. It shines when we need light, and it produces warmth when we need warmth. The light makes us recall, and the warmth makes us cherish. I want this mountain of life to bring you beautiful memories and soft warmth. I want this lamp of happiness to bring you pleasant happiness and joy. Behind the words, there are shallow time and gentle. [2] In the years of green onion, the sunshine is very warm. In this winter, one thought, one heart, another thought, and the city. My poor poetry can’t help your broad heart. My melancholy worry, I can’t get out of your transparent dream full of love. Your world is a cloud of flowers, fragrant and bright smiling faces are colorful. Your heart is holy, shy and smiling, and the slim Jade shadow is delicate and attractive. I want to make your withered and thin dreams wet with the dry and lofty sentiments of winter. Let your poetry like flowers be vivid into a snowy landscape. In the years of green onion, your warmth will call me, your softness will warm up the whole winter, and you will be bright blue, graceful and graceful, and will not spread, igniting my heart. The flames flowing in your heart render winter into spring, and the clump of fire trees and silver flowers are colorful into lakes and mountains under your caress. In the flashing time, you washed yourself repeatedly with holy tears, and the clean skin was covered with dew and fragrant. Your thin shoulder, let the happy bird stay, your dream shy, holding the spring water sleeve, slowly flowing east. You are my desire to stay on the autumn water for thousands of years. I picked up the fragments of time, left beautiful words on the petals, warmed the memories of mountains and rivers, and collected a touch of affectionate sunshine. The sunshine always goes from one place to another. The sunshine often meets us at a fixed place and at a fixed time. Nod, smile, say hello. Blessing, hope, wish. Sunshine is an encounter, just like meeting wind and rain, full of confusion and philosophy. Everything will pass, and the smile will bloom in the dust-free affection. We talk, or we don’t talk. We sit in time, or in memory. We quietly felt our encounter in our ancient way. In fact, there is nothing between us. Perhaps, our relationship is only because we meet at a fixed time and a fixed place in a certain period of time of our life. But because of meeting, we will feel very warm in a shallow time. [3] In the fairy tale of ICE CLEAR, the spring in my heart walked into this winter, delivering traditional stringed and woodwind instrument Qingyin with numerous strings and urgent pipes, and exchanging dust and fireworks for okho Bing Xin. Let that dead tree blossom, let the stone speak, let the snow be tangible and colored, let the ice have love and righteousness, and let you be pure into a fairy tale. After going through the vicissitudes of the sea, returning to the sea, the spring blossoms. When flowers bloom and childlike innocence begins to turn green, you are my spring wings. When we look back on the past, a kind of emotion is clear and clear, deep and dignified, stopping our heart. Splash ink mountains and rivers, it must be an eternal spring. This winter is not cold, the sunshine shines on my heart softly, you open my dream with tender exhortation, the blue surging, undulating heart, my clear soul suddenly gave birth to the feeling of spring, the lightness of cicada wings swimming, and stepped on the long bell of my heart. One road, thousands of mountains and rivers. Ancient rattan, old tree, Crow. One road, clean and clean. Morning Dew, miaolian, snowflake. Any season is a state, and we should deeply feel the warmth and prosperity. Just like a inscription that cannot be interpreted by language, it is engraved in every season of our life. In those seasons, I tasted your language, like snow dyed the soft honey of dusk. I have read your moistening, such as the blooming beauty of spring. Your emptiness is clear, your Jade is not divided into seasons, and your abundant poetry enriches the memories of the years. You took me to the most beautiful dream, where there is bright moon and breeze, where there are Yushu honeysuckle, where there are flowing stars, where there are whirling colorful clouds. Flying Flowers splash Jade pure, grass and trees are sentimental. The shaky Sun, sinking a sandalwood, woke up the dawn. I woke up from my dream and heard a string of footsteps walking away. My eyes were wet with the fatal encounter thoughts. I don’t know how to ask about the return date, but I want to ask when is goodbye? I saw that the branches of winter, the delicate and pure wind, were whispering to a piece of snowflake. Oh, please say goodbye gently and gracefully. I don’t shout, give me time, give me some time, let me change with time. [4] The softness of winter, with love lingering cold winter day, I would like to be YILI happy dust, with that little crystal clear, warm your eyes. I remembered the scene of that night, when the sky was empty and the moon was scarce, all was silent, only the snow was burning. The sound of snow shocked the eyes of the crescent moon. The eyes of the Moon were like a fragrant fountain, folding thousands of words into a treasure. The moon’s eyebrows are covered with the ice of the years, which solidifies the feelings into the wind. Pushing away the heavy snow all over the sky, the moon lit up the firm heart, and a spring became a state of mind, simple and warm. At this time, I looked up at the moon, the moon looked up at the snowflakes, and the warm spring breath blossomed quietly. You have a quiet Lotus Heart, lying in the clean place, Jade clean, clear my eyes. In the desert, in the south of the Yangtze River, in the grassland, in the island, you have the figure. I know that your pride will never fly that vast area. I also know that your pride will always thrive on that richness. Keep Mao Lu alone and listen to the spring in the moon. The heart of Ding Dong shines into your smile and sleeps with dreams every night. Standing on the edge of the season, listen to your heavy swoon, tears streaming down your face. Dreams are always better and more thorough than reality. A little tears fall, and missing is already very beautiful. Just for that white promise. Just for that silent rock. The overwhelming wish pervaded the hard brow and never faded. The softness of winter makes love linger 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…

Kiss suspended in the air

I rode through my thin youth, through Viola, through kapok, through the sadness and fickleness that appeared in time. Looking back at the end, over the hill, the prosperity is over. Those things that we thought we would never forget were forgotten by us in the process we never forget. Those habits that have never been used to are used in the process of getting used. The only thing I can’t touch in central China these years is your kiss suspended in the air. Once you appeared. It seemed to be a towering mountain. There was a river between us, looking at each other. Unable to cross the river, the voice of the river became my every night and everyday Song of Despair. I am a camellia. After you left, I opened up in despair and was still as charming as fire. It seems that we have never formally said goodbye, and every time we are farewell. The noise and brightness of the world, the worldly happiness and happiness, like a clear stream, in the wind, in front of my eyes, Miluo passed by, but will not stop for me. This is the feeling, which can withstand the wind and rain, but can not withstand the ordinary; The wind and rain together, the weather will be scattered. A person always takes a strange road, watching strange scenery and listening to strange songs, and then suddenly thinks about it at some casual moment. In the original day, what I had caught was forgotten. Originally forgotten gone. But it has always been lingering in my mind. Fate is unpredictable, and we have no way to know what will happen next moment. Are you proud of your love? Or my happy ending. Love is just a set of fate. We prepare for a rainy day and our heart is Haggard. It is unknown that it has already been doomed. The wind and snow moon is a magnificent castle. However, with a gentle touch, it fades like dust, but it is so helpless. I am not willing to be folded away from the branch and lose my soul. I can’t be a tough walking corpse. I would rather have a ferocious face and be discarded. Don’t want to lose your heart. Some words have been buried in my heart for a long time, and I have no chance to say them. When I have the chance to say them, I can’t say them. Hide in a certain time, miss the palm print of a period of time; Hide in a certain place, miss a person who stands on the way and also stands on the way, let me worry about. He is always gentle, even in ordinary words, he has convincing magic. I often imagined the sweetness of reconciliation alone, or the hug when I met again. At that time, I would beat each other with tears and giggle. What a beautiful picture it should be, but sometimes life is so ironic. You are like a playful child, wandering to the sky, wandering to the sky but still unwilling to come back. No matter love or life, it is not Lin Daiyu, and it will not bring us sorrow because of sadness. When we were young, we danced together because of love or loneliness. When we fell in love, why did we feel alone? After the vicissitudes of life, why do we feel lonely as before but prefer to be strangers; Are you unable to let go of your hesitation? Or can’t I break my heart? I will always complete the separation and separation that I don’t want to perform with you in the long dream. Between us, sadness or sweetness can only be rounded in the dream. The space we have formed is free to let the years come and go, so the appearance of the people who are still protected has not changed and there is a huge hatred without ending. It roams between years until we are all old. Unexpectedly, this old age has passed a lifetime. If we are all children, we can stay in the place of time, sit together and listen to those stories that never grow old while slowly look up. In this way, we never have to argue about what is right and what is wrong. For children, happiness is the king, but not for us. Will love be like the flowers on the cement floor growing old and old? Will your kiss not be suspended in the air, so close, so far. Everything is like a drawing without alignment. Everything in the past can’t go back to the past, thus slowly extending the 1.1-point mistake. Maybe we should really forget the staggered things. Youth is a beautiful sadness. In the days of youth, the movement of my body is one thing, and the place of my dream soul is another thing. When youth is gone, I can no longer wander in the same place, I can no longer stubbornly guard and won’t come back, nor can I struggle to see your unexciting. I forgot the year, the month, the day on which Wall I carved a face and looked at my face with a smile and sadness. I smiled and said that I stayed in the original place of time, but your kiss suspended in the air had already been swept away silently by the torrent. 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…