White Valentine’s Day, encounter in Karaoke Hall

(1) March 14, White Valentine’s Day. This day sounds beautiful, with it, there should be spring. But there is no shadow of grass growing and flowing in this place in western Liaoning. The cold current from Siberia destroyed my lonely heart. In the evening, I went to Mingzhu karaoke with some friends, and everyone’s smiling faces were as bright as sunshine. Only my mood is inexplicably depressed! Such a mood, Lan er, you may not be able to guess why in your whole life. Count the years in silence, those memories of the past, only your notes gently in my dream, wantonly pestering my thoughts, the more happy the occasion, the more I miss you. In Hall K. I saw you unexpectedly. Your light flying posture shows all your Relay for Life. You deposit sincerity and joy into the most primitive rhythm in my heart, and enter the white Festival K Hall with your beautiful figure. You won’t think that what is the taste in my heart to reproduce such a scene? Will there be spring in my heart? This white Valentine’s Day night! I didn’t see tears in your eyes when the cold wind passed away. It was my own, and it had flowed into the crazy music. In your back. I am still desperately looking for the spring in Gobi, but in this spring that needs to be burned with flames, I can no longer hear your intoxicating whisper in my ear! At this moment, the bleak north wind is full of severe cold. On the tree I am looking forward to, a petal of my heart is blooming. And in my deepest scratch, but it blurs your initial appearance. (2) I am almost waiting for your arrival empty-handed, waiting for your most beautiful look back, the wind, passing the open neckline of my coat, harvesting clouds of sorrow in my heart! Lan er, waiting for you is waiting for spring. After all, I couldn’t be relieved. Falling into this unexpected and real festival, I began to write Moonlight poems for you again on sleepless nights. However, more often, I can’t tell whether this is rain in Jiangnan or snow in Saibei! Can’t you tell whether this is a bleak reality or a magnificent dream? At night, because of your light dancing, your warm singing and your handsome smiling face, how warm and intoxicating it looks! And what chord should I use to respond to your rhythm! Where do you collect thousands of tunes? (3) Should we really meet you in another way? At this moment, I hold the broken night, surrounded by the Phantom of the mottle, and snowflakes are falling on the window sill. I can’t keep the wind out of my heart, but let the shadows devour my body and soul. I want to spend half a century searching for you in the world. I didn’t hear your tactful singing. I should be in this festival and such a place. Let me believe that the singing hidden in the deep red dust can also paint the lifeless season into the color of life. Are you still standing in a place where all my piety and all my efforts cannot reach? Who is crying quietly and lonely? Your track is still arranged in my illusory space, like far near, flickering and dark, which is hard to decipher. My mood is like colorful falling flowers, infinitely desolate. With the encounter, and then the hopeless expectation after farewell, what kind of story will this be? On Valentine’s Day, February 14, a month ago, you didn’t receive any of my gifts, even a greeting message. Today is March 14, White Valentine’s Day, so am I. I know I won’t pick up anything from you. I just met you at an unexpected time or place. I don’t know, where is my infatuation going, Yi County or Beijing? (4) this is still just an illusion. Whether it is hard to climb over the yiwulü mountain, or helpless watch over the Daling River; Whether it is waiting on the road of Yingbin, or devout prayer in the Great Buddha Temple, looking through the joy you left in another blooming season. Every cold night I will choose the escape of my heart, and every cold star will fall in a scattered place. If you bring spring back to the land of western Liaoning, I will sing to you from morning till night at your window. If you are a floating white cloud, I will become a breeze, let you show the dynamic beauty; If I am birds, let your call, put the spring lovesickness into every dream; If I am the green new branch, I will let you perch on my branches forever; If I also choose to migrate, will you wait until the day when the red dust settles and fly with me? (5) in this world where roads cross, where will be the intersection that meets you? Where will we abide by our whole life together? But I know that only in the dead of night can I hear your singing and see you fly freely! Your singing soaks my dry dreams again and again! In the days when the moon is sleeping and the stars are dim, you are the elf I came to find the voice, avoiding the rain by bypassing the wind, Flying to My Sky and burning a warm lamp. The smoky song drifted from the river of Daling again. There is my hard search for you in my memory. Will my lonely figure be your life’s collection? The throbbing White Valentine’s Day revealed the restlessness of my heart this night. On this night, you narrated elegance in a dancing gesture; While I waited silently in the thin moon

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…