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

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