Love does not compromise

Some people believe that a person’s love has nothing to do with others, even if that person is the one he loves. Such a person may love his fantasy, just want to indulge in it, no longer extricate himself. However, love does not seem to give such a person a chance to live a lonely life. There are also such people who love people who shouldn’t love, hurt their hearts and hurt their feelings, in return for love distrust. No matter what, you can still love, even if love is miserable.

In love, people are more emotional, and it hurts to cry, which makes them more vivid. The depression of emotion can only make the people who pay more and more unattached to the weight of life. If there is no love in the world, the spiritual comfort relied on will gradually disappear. Maybe with a little faith, as long as you are willing to work harder and pay more, you will have feelings that can become dependent. Maybe this feeling is only related to yourself.

When a cold person lies in front of himself, people who believe in a person’s love will feel sad, but they still insist on living. Love a person, everything is accompanied. There are some things that two people can’t do, one person can. Two people can’t exist freely, and one person keeps missing and staying; Two people can’t walk side by side, one wandering the world; Two people can’t the horse whisperer, and one person is silent. This kind of self banished himself, but did not banish love.

Those who do not compromise on love are stubborn or even paranoid. In different situations, they are unwilling to change themselves or violate themselves. They can say goodbye to those who do not adapt, but can’t say goodbye to love. In the end, even if it is not love, it gradually becomes a part of life.

Some people believe in the love of two people. Such people try their best to fight for the person they love, whether they own or possess. But I forgot that if the person you love doesn’t love you, what you strive for is a person’s love. Mature love never pays the price. If you give, you will expect a return, but you will not force the grab.

During the period of supporting each other, we reached out and touched it between talking and laughing, breathing, and the breath was Twining. Heavy life has gradually become light, it seems to be able to fly, but there is always something dragging it. That is time. Time never gives people unlimited, and any good time has an end. At this time, it may be birth, aging, illness and death, natural disasters and man-made disasters, or even separation.

But people with confidence, when facing the tombstone with nowhere to talk, believe that time is reincarnation, comfort themselves and live well. Looking at the love of others, from maturity to withering, we can see clearly the most common end of all things in personnel and the world.

Some people believe that the love of three people does not seem to dislike the crowding of such love. Endure the pain of being torn and walk on the edge of the cliff. I can’t tell which is the only love. From the past to the present, what is maintained is the most difficult relationship. Those who try hard to get rid of can’t say goodbye; Those who try hard to come in can’t say love.

Step by step, from the beginning, it is not toward happiness, let alone blessing. If you don’t understand love, you don’t have a firm heart. You can’t recognize the way and get confused. Want love, but walk in the farthest way from love. If you walk a long way, you seem to enjoy it, but you can’t get back to it. If you want to be loved, you will wander willfully between love and being loved. In the future, no matter how far away love is.

Ups and downs have reached the end of life. Lying alone in one side of the world, thinking about not coming again next time. The moving of every moment has become an illusion that can never be solved.

Only need a love, can achieve three different love. This is the place where love is tolerant and cruel. Uncompromising love, time becomes its master. On the two parallel roads, one records the passage of time and the other records the dribs and drabs of love. Never stop until the end. It is also a lifetime to stumble.

Zan (prose editor: dripping ink into injury) 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…

Lonely, far away

The world is so big that there are few people who can really be close to each other. Everyone is rushing and living for himself. What kind of affection, what kind of love, what kind of friendship, all are lies, all are false. What the world can really rely on is only oneself, and only oneself can believe and rely on. Even if the first second lives in dreams and happiness, the second is pulled into hell. Because, there is a voice: those people lied to you, let you go to hell with me, okay? Never go back to life. Will you feel better if you look at the pedestrians coming and going and listen to the death knell of hell? I was confused. Obviously I could promise, but I refused. Even if I am lonely again, even if I am lonely again, I still have myself. In hell, only the soul is dancing alone and crying. It is better to live alone, drink tears alone, cry blood alone, and mourn alone. For me, those friends are just a tool for recreation, because after the spring rain, they will forget each other. And my relatives, for me, just those who want to repay their kindness, ordered me, and I silently accepted, because they gave me everything. Love, I don’t want to taste that bitter taste yet. In the end, I heard the sound of heartbreak. And myself, on a cold night, looking at the city with bright lights, facing the bitter cold wind, my heart was freezing and my hair was dancing with the wind, which disturbed my mind and my thoughts. Raise your hand, touch your cheek unconsciously, and touch a cold liquid. It turned out that I cried, but why didn’t I feel it? Has my heart been numb for too long, won’t my heart hurt, or have I lost my feelings? It turns out that everything is my escape, because I will be afraid, sad and cry. Sometimes, I am afraid that they will forget me in a corner of the world and get farther and farther away from me. In my dream, there was a vast expanse of white and fog. There are smiling people ahead and evil laughing demons behind. I stretch out my hand to the front and walk towards them step by step with a smile. Suddenly, the sky was spinning, and there were only evil laughing demons left ahead. They waved to me. The smile seemed to say to me: Come on, come on! Let’s go to hell together! There are only lonely people there. Their desires are the most primitive, without deception, only plunder. Their hearts are the purest. I step by step back no! The shrill cry rang. Hair intertwined, tears and sweat have been unable to distinguish the same, the mouth is actually bitter taste. But I, nowhere to say, can only cry alone, silent. In the hazy tears, I seemed to see my lonely figure. Lonely people walk alone and walk away gradually.

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…

Pursue

That accidental encounter, I fell in love with you, your sunny smile was shining in my heart, and your pure eyes melted in my expectation, your long hair fluttered in my dream when I learned that there were many afterlife who also liked you, I made up my mind to pursue you in front of the enemies. I will not declare to you that I love you before the time is ripe like a bold boy. It will be like turning off the gas before Rice goes off the pot. I will not give full play to my expertise in learning Chinese from the beginning, turn love into a text symbol and let the letter be a medium. The transmission of the letter will vaporize the original primiary flavor. If you ask someone to match, there will be no charm for a man’s husband to pursue love. The masterpiece of French painter Henry Rousseau, “Carnival Night”, made me obsessed. It was naive and authentic, stitching Romanticism and Realism into poetry and painting, the pair of lovers under the night are natural and sweet, and have a permanent mark on the viewer’s heart. Pursuing you should be a painting, a poem, a point of wisdom, a combination of simplicity and romance. After all, I decided to borrow my friend Yu. Yu has threatened several times that he likes the rain that often goes with you, but this timid guy is like the sky thunder in September. I said to Yu: as a friend, I knife inserting help you. Yu surprise: Are you familiar with rain? I said: Don’t ask me any more nonsense. You teach foreign languages in another middle school. One night in early spring, I came to meet you on the excuse of Yu Heyu. You were a little surprised to see me when you opened the door. After hearing clearly, you poured me a cup of fragrant and pleasant tea. Sitting down, we talked about Yu Heyu, about teaching, about life, and about the topics that young people pay attention. For Yu Heyu, you invite a small party. Playing poker, we are a pair; Singing karaoke, my sun is dedicated to you. For Yu He Yu, I organized a small dance. Four steps, tango, waltz, I hold hands with you, gently hold the waist, let the figure become melody my heart is drunk quietly. Pear Flower white, peach flower red, cauliflower yellow, the revival of the field flashing the bright spring. I only invite you with courage: if you like, we will go for a outing. You paused a little, smiled and flashed: OK. A good voice made me happy: I hope to be admitted! When I came to the suburbs, I watched The Green Green Green, enjoyed the running water of the small bridge, the sunny wind outside the city, and listened to the farm barking. Across the flowers, there are butterflies flying; Wearing green shade, there are bird tweet crisp. You sigh: Ah, spring is so beautiful! Do you know? In my eyes, you are more beautiful than spring scenery! Before long, you promised to accept me as a college student to learn foreign languages with you. I still hide I love you in my heart.

Tenderness splashed in my heart, splashed into raindrops, permeated into clear springs, and merged into streams after grain rain, when flowers fell into fruits, my deep love will open on my lips.

Zan (prose editor: dripping ink into injury) 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…

Roman Holiday, one-day love life

Some people have never met each other and never lived together, but it is just that meeting that made a lifetime of lament; Some people, even if they are together every day, their hearts are far away, and their dreams of living together are also in vain; some people, even if they meet once and love for one day, can devote their whole life, love to the depths without resentment, and love to forget to worry about the Buddha’s heart. Inscription

Once by chance, once by chance, once by chance, once by chance, on a sunny day, turn on the screen again, adjust the seat, make a pot of green tea, adjust the volume to the usual height, and bring headphones, listen to the whispers on the shore of the Sea of Love. Love sea, an ancient and magical sea area, in that blue sea, there are all kinds of magical legends, fierce pirates, myths of love, and romantic scenery. Stroll by the sea, listen, waves burst, look, waves blossom, think, the past is continuous. It seems that the wind of the Sea of Love can always understand the whispers of clouds and bring the mood to one of the birthplaces of Western civilization inadvertently. Rome, an ancient, mysterious and spectacular city, the former Colosseum, the former ancient dome and the former romantic resort, all together, seems to be the famous capital known as the City of Ten Thousand Cities, it has always been a tourist attraction in people’s hearts. Although it is no more romantic than Paris, it also has a unique charm. In such a city, on such a day, he leaned over and saw the song national anthem. Roman Holiday, a movie in the 1990 s, with black and white pictures and rough clips, tells a legendary and dreamy Roman fairy tale. Anne, the heroine, is the princess of a European country. At the order of the King, she sent the European countries in order to promote the trade between countries and coordinate the relations between countries. However, the day-after-day entertainment and the day-after-day grand gathering in the auditorium made the princess with extraordinary temperament very annoyed. On a moonlight night, the Princess slipped out of the embassy quietly, meet the hero Joe in the waiting hall beside the street and start a romantic myth. Joe, a reporter from a newspaper office, woke up the next day and found that the beautiful woman brought home yesterday was a princess, so she decided to take advantage of this godsend opportunity to write an exclusive report on the Princess in Rome, in order to gain fame. Therefore, she took the Princess to ride a mountain bike, cut her hair, smoke, go shopping, watch the scenery, attend the dance, and took many precious photos. The princess who has never been to the folk, is very novel to everything here. In this romantic Rome, he spent a happy day with the hero Joe, feeling the simplicity, sincerity, happy life. However, the beautiful story will not last long and will encounter waves. When the Princess’s attendants make up undercover, after finding the Princess at the dance, they intend to take him back to the embassy, however, he was blocked by Joe and his friends and escaped from the pursuit of the attendants with the princess. However, after the Princess quieted down, she understood the responsibility she had shouldered, and resolutely decided to say goodbye to Joe and prepare to return to the embassy to complete her mission. Joe silently sent him back to the embassy. Joe, the hero who should have become famous through those amazing photos and exclusive reports, found that he fell in love with the Princess in just one day, and the Princess also fell in love with Joe. The photos that Joe will take for her were also given to the Princess at the reception meeting of the auditorium. The Princess smiled and collected the photos of her day trip in Rome, and continued to send to other countries according to the arrangement of his father, after completing his unfinished mission, the hero stood in the auditorium of the reception meeting for a long time, looking at the Princess’s far back, and couldn’t bear to leave. At the end of the story, Joe stood in the bright auditorium with deep eyes and affections. He seemed to be waiting for the Princess to turn around, or watching the princess leave silently, without knowing, become a permanent suspense. It is such a seemingly dreamy and legendary story that deeply draws my thoughts. If, I AM director, then, at the end of the story, will the Princess turn around? A few years ago, when I saw this movie for the first time, I saw happiness and romance, as well as the charming eyes and pure smile of the Princess. Now, when I review this movie again, I have more worries in my heart, what I saw was a beautiful pain or a romantic Roman fairy tale. Just imagine, a day’s love? What kind of mood should it be? Before we can enter each other’s world, we must quietly separate. What kind of love is this? Some people say that the furthest distance in the world is not the distance between life and death, but that you don’t know that I love you when I stand in front of you. However, I want to say, the furthest distance in the world is not that I clearly stand in front of you, but you don’t know that I love you, but that I clearly love each other, but haven’t opened my mouth to confess, that is, the world is a stranger and no longer meet each other. Just like a fireworks, just in full bloom, it has withered. However, the love of fireworks is fixed into eternal memories. One-day love, such as MORNING DEW, short, breakpoint. There are always some encounters in life, which are the silent tricks of fate in the dark. There are always some time in a hurry and some feelings are long and long. Just like the sun and the moon, the day and night cycle, the instant encounter is parting, meeting is parting, what kind of feelings is this? A day’s love, a lifetime of love. Maybe Roman holiday is just a movie, maybe it is just a fairy tale, but the love in fairy tales always makes people forget it. Just like in the novel “The last dream of Langfang Bridge”, the heroine finally silently watched the hero’s car disappear on the road with heavy rain until the shadow of the car becomes a dot. However, who can say that they have never had true love, and who can say that they are not fake love? The one-day love life is like the persistence of a moth to a fire, but it is a song of love. Once, Peng Lili had a song to sing, whether it was doomed to have no results in the dark, why did she still fly moths to the fire at the beginning? Is trapped for love, is wasted for love, is silly, is right or wrong some encounter, doomed to no result, some love, doomed to no ending, some life, always wasted by time. Is life, love, right or wrong? In the world, how much love can be influenced by each other to the white head; How much love can be considered in a lifetime without seeking everlasting life? Noisy cities, bustling crowds, more and more forgotten in the rivers and lakes, less and less support each other to the old, holding hands and growing old, is the reality too cruel, or life like a play, is our performance too realistic? One-day love, maybe many years later, when I look back on this movie again, I have more peace in my heart, less imagination and a blessing, which is the most beautiful memory, but that beauty is still the same as before. Rome, the pure land of yearning, Rome, the place where romance begins. In your lifetime, if you are poor, you must travel all over the world’s great rivers, see thousands of scenery, write all the customs and customs in the world, and meet each other, like in the movie Roman Holiday, as the heroine said when answering the reporter’s question, every city is unforgettable. It is really too difficult to choose which city. However, Rome is the most unforgettable city in my life. I will cherish everything here forever. Forever, how far is it? No one knows. However, Rome is one of my most unforgettable cities. The wind on the shore of love sea has been blowing for many years, but the story of love seaside, my favorite is still Roman holiday. A person may experience many things in his life, meet many people and have been in love for several times, but there should be at least one time, maybe once, maybe once, regardless of everything, if you don’t want the sky to grow, if you don’t want the ending, if you don’t keep it and spare no effort to love, Xu Zhimo said so. Some people say that if you want to go to the romantic capital, standing at the top of the Eiffel Tower, you can tell your beloved one that I love you. I think, if you have time, if you have a chance, you must go to Rome and talk about a one-day love in the resort of the city of ten thousand cities, regardless of the future and without the wind and moon. Some people have never lived together. Once they meet each other, they will have delicate flowers. Even if some people are together every day, they will always have different dreams of the same bed, and old dreams are hard to return. Time is just a ferry, which ferry us from birth to death. Love is the consideration of life and the warmth of life. Roman Holiday, one day’s love for a lifetime, who said that love in the day and night can’t fall in love? Roman Holiday, one-day love life, some love, destined to be just memories, some love, destined to drift away with the wind. Roman Holiday, one day of love and life, cut the time into curtain, and it is fragrant every night. Original articles, please be sure to indicate the author and source for reprinting. Piracy will be investigated.

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…

Love is a bite

This is like a pregnant egg, which will always come out of shell. I always feel that people who say this are especially miserable. People who listen to this are especially helpless. When I say this, I overlap with you. Language, Mind, and even body. At that time, we wiped the sweetness all over our bodies. This makes our body and soul stick together and cannot be separated. I can’t subvert the human brain’s beautiful attempt for love in any way. Today’s day makes love thin like a cicada. People seem to meet a mosquito. Those light love flies gently. Fall on the sweetest part. Sucking. Or brag. The distant fate is buzzing. I was caught off guard in your delicate and beautiful sleeping position. For today’s love, I devoted myself to the beauty of yesterday’s dream flowing Drunk Love. People seemed to meet a tender mosquito. Exquisite and petite mosquitoes appear in this itchy season. With no intention of returning, open your wings and embrace some huge and ignorant bodies. In the dark silence of the night. It cannot be rejected, and it cannot be discussed. In the places where people desire most, people often make those itch without any respect. Ignore the acid and hemp after being stung. This makes mosquitoes extremely superficial in their inner love. After the bite, there will always be the pimple that can’t be removed, and it is difficult to suppress the redness and swelling in the blurred touch. In fact, if the mosquito bites deeply enough, it will stimulate the bone marrow of love and unforgettable. Only that bite will last a lifetime, love will overlap in the meeting and will never be staggered. Zan (prose editor: dripping ink into injury) 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…

In the corner, love has returned

The spring snow fell, scattered with vitality. Your shallow smile at the slight corner finally drew a satisfactory end to me waiting in the dim light. Time passes, and the hourglass of time never stops. At the corner of love, you meet you by shoulder. You say that you are sent by God to find your own harbor at the corner of love. Your arrival is like a spring breeze at night, with thousands of trees and pears Blooming. Unconsciously, the Vine enters my heart, sowing a seed of love, expecting its root and germination. On the morning of spring, the sky was covered with layers of shallow and soft veils, accompanied by the running Snow, which reminded me of my deep lovesickness. I looked down at the window and stared at the eyes of the heavy snow and your distant snow falling lips, no time to greet, instantly melt in my heart; Snow falling fingers, no time to feel her warmth, instantly into the embrace of the Earth; At this moment, I just want to take advantage of the snow falling moment, tell the pure love deep in your heart. I met you, maybe it was you and me who looked back five hundred times in the past life, and then changed to meet each other once in this life; Maybe it was a thousand years of waiting, in exchange for this time of brilliant red dust, perhaps it is the reincarnation of 18 times of life, in exchange for this unexpected encounter. Life is like a dream, and the red dust is in turmoil. How many times have you stopped and stopped, and how many times have you looked back instantly, which has already been destined to love in this life. The call of each other in the deep heart, therefore, the collision of two hearts, after all, in exchange for a day destined fate. Caviar to the general, the warm Earth warmed my heart even more. I gently held the seed that took root and sprouted in the heart of love, waiting for your rain to pour. I want to thank spring and the snow in Yangchun for letting me know that there is more warmth of love in spring. But I also expected that in the rainy season, we listened to the sound of raindrops dropping on the eaves, looked at the bluestone alley splashed with water, and then hid under an oiled paper umbrella, feel the beautiful artistic conception of the rain. When missing turns into words, when words turn into imagination, I find that I am not the original me; When love is integrated into the soul, when the soul becomes a vassal, I can no longer control myself; When the spring rain lasts, what is the love of spring rain and snow? When the snow falls without trace, maybe we stand on the top of the red dust and enjoy the happiness we bring to each other. Once again, I was leaning towards Xuan, and I was still looking at Railing. The spring snow was still falling. In Yi Xi, I seemed to hear your familiar voice. Who knows, the memory at this moment Yingman my mind, I want to say ten thousand words to you that I love you, but finally it is blocked in my throat, which does not mean my silent confession. The man didn’t shed tears lightly, but he didn’t go to the sad place. But at this moment, he stood listening to the sound of snow falling. The missing was far beyond his sadness. He always warned himself that there was always someone missing you silently in the distance, tears for you. The best memory of my life is to meet you. Maybe there are eyes in the sky. In this snowy spring, I carefully collected the tears of my life and then strung them together into glittering strings, put it on your Chuchu Jade neck and let you wear it for a lifetime. In the spring when we stand in each other’s arms and snow thousands of miles apart, I want to continue the shallow love that we meet at the corner of love. I only wish that the seed of love in my heart is full of vitality. Now, although you have not given me the promise that the sea is dry and the rocks are broken, I will not give up easily. I am full of expectation and clinging to another kind of waiting in my life, that is: I hold your hand, together with each other to send away the morning clock and the evening drum.

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…

It’s good to have you

Give me a warm hug, no matter what will happen tomorrow, a faint smile, how beautiful, all stop at this second. It doesn’t matter what the reality is. As long as you are beside me, riding a bicycle and watching the clouds, you are so in love. Do you know that I just want your warm hug. I am willing to accompany you, I am willing to love you, I am willing to grow old with you. We are very small, very little time, don’t want to waste it, listen to your heartbeat, smell your smell, as long as you are here, it is very good! —- Inscription in the afternoon of leisure, a person sat by the window of the book bar. The sun shone on his body through the big glass window, warm. There are few people, and the quiet single in the boss’s stereo circulates with you singing in a dream, which is good. Did the boss think of anyone? It must be! I must have thought of the lover who gave him warmth. Looking at the radian of his mouth rising, I knew that he must love him to the bottom of his heart! I can’t help it, I am in a good mood; I can’t help it, I also raise a smile! The sunshine is warm, the singing is warm, and the heart is warm! Looking at the hurried crowd outside the window, you are also busy at the moment! When you know that I am enjoying such a warm time, will you say: you are too extravagant! I think you will say it. Moreover, you will certainly say: I really want to be with you at this moment! She has always been a woman who likes quiet. She lives in her own world with a simple heart. The nature is melancholy and sentimental, sometimes inexplicable sadness and sometimes inexplicable loss. Because they are not good at words and expressions, they will be in the quiet night, a light ray of Moonlight implanted into the quiet words, a leaf of heart drifting in the smoke waves in the bottom of my heart. In his spare time, he was bound up with words. All thoughts and thoughts blossom in a word, a sentence and a line of simple words with soft warm sweet, and also interpret the hope and dream in my heart. Xu Ben is a thin and cool woman who always dances Beautiful Pain in words. That day, I saw my words: Just want to: a person, a book, a cup of tea, a curtain of dreams. Lonely, safe, bright, sad; Don’t ask, don’t force; Do yourself lightly, know whether it is cold or warm by oneself!. Silently you gave me an expression. I know that is your understanding and your pity for me! Back to you with a smile, I know you also know! The vast sea of people, I met you because of words, and you and I met each other in words! Time quietly fleeting past, we felt the warmth and hope of spring, the heat and brilliance of summer, the abundance and scattered fall of autumn, and the coolness and silence of winter. After years of precipitation, our friendship is silently accompanying each other, because we know that even if we don’t say anything, we will still have a heart-to-heart connection. The beauty of the encounter dazzled my eyes, and the tenderness on the ground covered up my endless sadness. At the crossing of the meeting, you lead me through the Milky Way of the world, clear the thousand mists, and print the unchangeable promise between my eyebrows and your heart. From then on, there was a kind of happiness called missing flowing in the air. From then on, in all the days, those who sang softly were all the concerns that you and I knew each other silently! Buddha said: looking back 500 times in the previous life, it was the passing of this life. The legendary beautiful rich woman gave up everything and got five hundred years in Buddha front, just to look at her beloved man! Flowers bloom for five hundred years, flowers fall for five hundred years, between thousands of years, just to wait for his arrival. Is it because we have such fate that we will meet in this life? If meeting is already doomed, then, in this life, I will devote my whole life to cherish! People who are really good to you will never meet a few in their lifetime. In the vast sea of people, there are many people who walk into your life, but few who walk into your heart. All living beings have countless feelings to accompany each other, but there are only a few of them to live together. Meeting is fate, stopping and lingering is the scenery; Wiping shoulders is a guest, touching the heart can make love. The most real touch is the all rise together in the wind and rain; The most intimate feelings are the attraction of the soul. In the station of life, as long as there is a person waiting silently, willing to accompany, sharing sorrow without complaint, and selflessly giving what he wants. Accompany in silence is a steadfast empty heart, treasure in the heart is a tight love. I know that you are the one who loves me unconditionally, accompanies me silently and cherishes me! Who collects my whole life properly? Bright and sad, all in mind, who will cherish my strength? Good or not, it’s all in the palm of your hand. Who will fall in love with my kindness, understand the wound in my heart, and be willing to give me warm sunshine? Who will accompany me, watch the years, watch the end of the drama of life together, and never forget each other? I know that you are the one who collects my whole life gently and properly, hurts me attentively and loves me. No matter how willful or sad I am is, you will treasure me in the bottom of my heart, and the world will never forget it! Know and understand words, know and understand feelings! Never give up because of understanding, cherish eternity because of sincerity! Twist a piece of falling flowers, smile a little moonlight, and sing you into my light sad words. A Song of Qing Dynasty, singing can’t help but love long, love each other, hope the autumn water will last forever! Red Dust ferry, meet and walk, have you all your life, I will be with you all day long. Red Dust has you, it is warm. Love in my heart, no longer lonely. Bai Xiaomei said: all the encounters in the world are reunion after a long separation. I know that we are doomed to meet again! Meet, warm each other’s lives. Good years don’t need to be so bright, as long as they are quietly watching and silently worrying, so, good. In, where there are you and me, time quietly fleeting past, hand in hand, so it is enough. A song makes love, and it’s hard to lock your heart! I miss you, okay? At this moment, can you feel my mood? With a happy smile, I got up and left the book. The single was still circulating: give me a warm hug, no matter what will happen tomorrow, a faint smile, how beautiful, all stop at this second. It doesn’t matter what the reality is. As long as you are beside me, riding a bicycle and watching the clouds, you are so in love. Do you know that I just want your warm hug. I am willing to accompany you, I am willing to love you, I am willing to grow old with you. We are very small, very little time, don’t want to waste it, listen to your heartbeat, smell your smell, as long as you are here, it is very good!

Zan (prose editor: dripping ink into injury) 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…

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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

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Peach blossom Xiaodu

My ferry stopped under the peach blossom ferry on the north bank of Hanshui. I passed the pedestrians, and also passed the years when I was getting old. Time and space are speechless, and you can see all the reasons in the world. Under the peach blossom crossing, our fate is only the annual light contained in the river spring water. You came from the white stone in the green forest, and the sleeves were stained with the clouds of Phoenix Mountain. In the spring breeze, your smile is like the morning dew shining on the leaves of the rice field. I dare not speak, just looking at the water plants at the bottom of the river quietly, I don’t want to disturb the silent swimming fish. You wander around the ferry, you look around the ferry, but you don’t see my ferry parked under the willow. I held up the penny in my hand and dived into the water. Egrets perched on the shore were shocked and flew to the opposite sandbar one after another. You found my ferry, looking back at your smile. Why didn’t the penny in my hand work? I will dock the ferry firmly where you wander. You looked at me with your searching eyes, I nodded, and you boarded my ferry. At this time, the wind blew from the South Bank. The peach blossom forest beside the ferry was wandering in the wind, red and red. Petals flowed along the river and fell on my ferry, just where you stood. Your smile is like the petals kissed by a fish in the water. You sit down at the bow and look at the spring colors on both sides of Hanshui. On the South Bank, the cauliflower is golden, the bees are surrounded by butterflies, and the swallows are whispering; On the north bank, the peach blossoms are blooming, red like rain, and the mountains are green. I have long been accustomed to playing with the fish at the bottom of the river with the long penny in my hand. In the silent sunshine, we are so close but so far. If the ship passes through Jiangxin, I think I can’t keep silent like this. I sang a fishing song with the flavor of Han Shui flush. The song was simple and aroused the fiery soul of Qingshan. First, you looked at me in surprise, and I still sang like this. You gradually get used to it, listen silently, and silently look at the fishing fish hiding in the water and grass at the bottom of the river. Only a penny away from the south bank, my fishing song slowly disappeared. Before the sunshine could keep silent, you looked up at me and asked with a smile: How far can this fishing song spread? I held out the last penny and replied with a smile: just a river of spring water between cauliflower on the South Bank and peach blossom on the north bank. The ship stopped steadily beside the rape flowers on the South Bank. You went ashore and turned back. At this time, your smile was like the golden stamens competing with the sun on rape flowers. Then you turned away and walked into the warm cauliflower. When I turned the bow and prepared to return to the Peach Blossom ferry, the south wind blew, and the peach blossoms piled up in the bow dispersed with the wind and floated on the water surface. The fish kept silent, no longer kissing bright petals or playing with my penny. The ferry is not close to the heart of the river. I can’t help looking back. You are looking back in the depth of cauliflower. Your smile is like a gorgeous meteor, and it is hidden in the ocean of cauliflower for a moment. I hold up my penny and continue my return journey. A penny cut through the spring water, a penny teased the swimming fish, and a penny melted into the silent waiting of the peach blossom ferry. Under the peach blossom ferry, my ferry waited quietly. In the peach blossom, my ferry came and left, while the scenery on both sides of Hanshui was still the same. The same peach blossom drifted in the same south wind, the same song sounded on the same spring water, and the same penny played with the same swimming fish. Who would be my next ferry?

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…

Who is she in the world? April day

She has a unique appearance, a boundless talent and a prosperous career. She is gentle and elegant, clear and pure as a holy White Lotus. She made Xu Zhimo think about her whole life, let Liang Sicheng spoil her whole life, and let Jin Yuelin watch silently for her whole life. A glimpse of her beauty will move the world. Lin Huiyin — what kind of woman is she, and whose world is she? The world knows that the song “Farewell to Cambridge” was written by the poet to her, and it is the permanent trace of the well-known romantic love in the world. This was a beautiful talk in the capital at that time: Miss Lin was as gorgeous as a flower, and she walked with the old poet (Tagore) with arms, plus the white face of the robe. Xu Zhimo, who was thin on a deserted island in the suburbs, was like a three-friend picture of Cangsong, bamboo and plum. In the eyes of the world, Lin Huiyin and Xu Zhimo stand together is a pleasant scenery, a pair of jade people built in heaven. Therefore, Xu Zhimo was regarded as her favorite with wishful thinking, and even guessed that all the poems in her life were written to poets until the moment when she became old, what she always wanted was Cambridge in London’s misty rain and fog. However, Lin Huiyin resolutely chose to turn around when Kangqiao was in deep affection. Even though Xu Zhimo recovered the freedom of being single after divorce, he still did not choose to go to the red dust of life with the poet, obviously, this is a beautiful assumption for the world to satisfy its romantic complex of talented and beautiful people. In my opinion, Xu Zhimo is all the beautiful imagination in Lin Huiyin’s dream. It is romantic and ethereal, and it is her piano, chess, calligraphy and painting wine and scented tea. However, in reality, Xu Zhimo is definitely missing a strong and honest one, without Lin Huiyin’s calm and calm, she lost a gentle life on Earth, and that was exactly what Liang Sicheng had. Liang Sicheng gave her ease, warmth and stability, it is never given by poets. Most of the women in the world, who are still sober and choose to entrust the world for life, must be the latter, not to mention Lin Huiyin’s intelligent woman. Therefore, the poet is only a period of her youth past and the guilt of failing to live up to it. The only thing she wanted to see before her death was Zhang Youyi, Xu Zhimo’s ex-wife, not because she still loved the poet deeply, but the only mistake she had ever made. No matter what mistakes such a kind woman made before, she should understand the world. Liang Sicheng is the fireworks happiness of Lin Huiyin’s firewood, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar tea. Lin Huiyin is a bright star. Her light makes many men look up, and Liang Sicheng is one of them. Being able to marry such a person who is extremely beautiful, and his talent is not as good as that of the poet, his heart has always been unreal and nervous. Until marriage, he will ask: why me? The marriage life that is just as salty and warm as Liang Sicheng is exactly the human life that this wonderful woman wants. However, Liang Sicheng only looked up and appreciated Lin Huiyin’s beauty all the time. He was not the one who knew her. What they lacked was the soul connection, preparation and holding hands, lin Huiyin, who grows old with him, is only the lyrics: You are like a beautiful family, like a clear and pure woman like Lin Huiyin, the creator will give a man who not only gives her a beautiful dream, but also can afford her stable and happy life. Once they meet, they will recognize it, and the two souls will conclude eternal love, which is the true love. A woman like Lin Huiyin is worthy of the ultimate in the world, and the one who can have the ultimate emotion in the world with this talented woman is the one who has loved her quietly all her life, she lived next to her all her life, and never married her all her life. Even after her death, she kept her soul, which made all the spectators a scholar-Jin Yuelin. A poetic waterfall, the ancient world is April. Only those who understand her poetic beauty can write such words. His love was calm, rational and Noble. When beauty was distressed by love, he chose that I could not hurt a person who really loved you. I should quit. This is the soul that is so similar to the woman in April. He knew that he could not give her more good, so he chose to accompany her silently without disturbing her good years. However, how could Lin Huiyin, who met another soul of his own, not be interested in love, but even if she was so beautiful that she never got the luck of connecting with her soul mate. Their mutual knowledge missed the time and space. The existing past cannot be erased. This sober woman chose to turn the distress of love into reason. However, if you have a companion soul, why do you need to accompany the day and night? Even if you don’t see it all your life, your heart will remain warm forever, and the years will have no patience for the fresh Yan with that feeling. It was this feeling that led Lin Huiyin to walk in the square, walk on the dusty road filled with smoke, or lie ill in a small town in southern Sichuan, never lose the beauty of life. Sometimes love someone can be better than yourself. In my opinion, there is only one reason, that is your other soul. No matter how romantic, profound or strong the love in the world is, it is finally the satisfaction or satisfaction of some emotions, the loss or possession of desires, and all of them can only be partially filled, therefore, Xu Zhimo would fall in love with Lu Xiaoman later. Liang Sicheng would marry another student Lin Zhu many years later. However, only the Concubine between the souls, once met, broke all worldly thoughts related to love, therefore, only Jin Yuelin can never marry for life. The world is moved by such a sad love, lamenting his silent companionship and waiting alone. I have never thought that the soul of my partner would be lonely. The abundance of the sea is something that my generation of laymen can experience. I said that you are the April day of the world; The laughter lit up the wind on all sides; The light spirit danced and changed in the glory of spring. This is a poem written by 30-year-old Lin Huiyin, as bright and bright as a 20-year-old girl. This text must be written to the beautiful self, and also to the pure, good, elegant and noble soul like her.

Zan (prose editor: dripping ink into injury) 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…

Cinnabar is in my heart, and I love you in the world.

On the night of early summer, my heart was tired. I like to hold a cup of light fragrant tea and snuggle quietly in front of the window to find the home of my heart. Summer Wind blew away my long hair and also danced the wind chimes on the window sill. The crisp Symphony was melodious and confusing. An inspiration suddenly attacked my head and soul. Suddenly, I wanted to write an article about you. Without thinking, the title appears in front of me. Cinnabar is in my heart, and you are in love with the world. Among the hundreds of years of life, the ups and downs of the tide are one day, flowers bloom and blossoms are one season, and wax and wane is one year. Life is learned during the journey, and time is settling to generate fragrance. After the taste of red dust and the weight of love, I feel that the rose of true love is fresh and pleasant; After seeing the prosperity of the world, Fang feels that it is true that it is plain and light. After a long time of ordinary and dusty days, Fang felt that missing you was also a strange romance. This kind of sincere memory is only known to God, you know and I know. Some people say that life is short, don’t miss people you shouldn’t think about, don’t miss people you shouldn’t read. However, I believe few real people can do it. Ordinary people like to miss the past. Beautiful as before, where does this word come from? Perhaps, the first love complex is the answer. The lover of first love, even if he is poor and penniless, even if he has never given you a penny and never sent you a present, even if he has never held your hand and never said that I love you, even if he used to be reserved and timid in Myanmar, even if he has 10,000, he is always in the forefront of the star world in your memory. I have been pursuing a calm life! However, God never let me succeed. Therefore, in my ordinary and extraordinary Munich, the wind is flat and the waves are still not quiet. Sometimes, it is inevitable that there is a feeling of embarrassment. Whenever I am so helpless, I will stand by the window and look at the familiar you in the sky. The missing flowers walked along with the white clouds, slowly gathering into a knot. There is no skillful craftsman in the world who can open this knot except you. The barrage of life cannot stop my ideological trend towards you. Although there are too many disappointments in life, the memory of first love is always fragrant, charming and fresh. Your young face and smile will always bloom with the glory of youth. I have been unable to drive you away from my mind, so you are still young in my heart. The campus in memory is always so unforgettable. The memory of you is always like the flower season. The spotless flowers on the balcony are fragrant. I admire the beautiful flowers, lament the flowers and appreciate the ups and downs of life. Taste the fragrant tea in your hands slowly, and the ups and downs of life come with chewing. I held my chin with my left hand and pulled out the stringless piano in my mind with my right hand. Unconsciously, I couldn’t help rolling my body into the curtain and looking at you in the distant sky. With memories, I asked myself, why can’t I forget you? The answer is: life is in a variety of ways. Although we have no destiny, it is also a kind of happiness. Because we are still beautiful in each other’s hearts. The flower of missing is full of the night sky. The rising fragrance accompanied by the detachment in my heart drifted leisurely to the night sky. The song of first love was sung by the moon. There is no twinkling XINGX in the sky, but you in my heart are clear and picturesque. At this moment, loneliness is like poetry and loneliness is like a song. Dear, please allow me to open my heart, the poetic wind makes waves, try to clog and sing you. I’m shouting to heaven here, can you hear me? I am hesitating against the sky here, have you seen it? I am wandering towards the moon here, do you feel it? Although the road of missing is pale and lack of Chen, in my life, I am doomed to be fettered with wandering. Dear, do you know? My Lonely Soul’s steps in exile have been lost in the water curtain gradually. Dear, let me put all my heart into your warm heart romantically because of my concern! Surge thousands of layers, open the horizon, people flow like Tide, shoulder-to-shoulder. No matter how many pedestrians I pass by, no one can make me remember so deeply like you. I can recite every detail of our deskmate. Every word we have said is still fresh in my memory. Through the sound and waves of the city, I pushed away the indifferent mind. I once rebelled against the original intention, like a fin and wings moistening. Cinnabar is in my heart, and I love you in the world. I put down my tea and released the gentle flood of my fingertips into the soft love water. I said to the night sky, dear city, please give me a quiet place and give me a chance to enjoy yourself. I look forward to facing secular barriers like the wind. However, I have been a mortal for a long time, and my joys and sorrows are often expressed vividly in articles. Ruizhao Capital, fragrant sweat. Among the four seasons songs, there are ripe rice orange, chestnut and osmanthus, and there are many people who like to regard the erosion of Haishi lip Tower as the confusion of life. Their eyes staring at money are always green and shiny. There are still many people who like the madness of having fun in time. To be honest, I don’t like repeated greasy corruption. Therefore, as early as before, when I was rolling and crawling in the society, I often put myself into embarrassment and embarrassment with a calm attitude. Why can’t you put it down? It should be said that love is in this life, but we live in the past life or the future life. In the warm and cold season, my heart is charming. I like to date with that yellow light green. I am a girl who loves dreaming. I often regard this loneliness as a date at cost. Because as long as I think of you in my heart, sentimental I will date happily. In computer games, steel arms were destroyed in the gray and blue mist. I never indulge in the characters in the game, but I often live in the fantasy world. I often think hard about the real life. Your figure is always getting bigger and clearer, getting closer and closer to me. Some people often say that distance is the most fatal injury! But I want to say: if I am in your heart, what’s wrong with the ends of the Earth? The tunnel of time is shuttling, but your shadow has been staying in the center of my tunnel. Every time there is such a scene in my brain, I will feel sad with a special liking. Most of the time, I will quietly wipe away the dust on my memory, open the initial emotions that blend into the deep memory, and gently moisten and sweet in my heart. The first love you, like a spring breeze or a touch of autumn, has become the most beautiful silhouette in my memory. Cinnabar is in my heart, making you love in the world and becoming the obsession in my heart. There is a familiar lyrics: when I am lonely, I can still hold you. How lucky should I be? My life is a scroll! When someone holds it up for reading, you will be recited thousands of times. Because the words on my scriptures are all because of your beautiful Lantula. A bitter man said to the monk: I can’t let go of some things and some people. The monk said: nothing can’t be put down. He said: but I just can’t let it go. The monk asked him to hold a teacup and then poured hot water into it until the water overflowed. The bitter person was burnt to release immediately. The monk said: nothing in this world can’t be put down. If it hurts, you will naturally put it down. Although this Zen statement is very philosophical. However, I am a fool who is too hot to loosen. Someone once asked me: can you sing at the same table? I answer: no! He said: you are really OUT! I smiled lightly, indicating the default. In fact, I can’t sing. Just because some singing will hurt to tears, I don’t want to touch that string lightly. You once said to me, you are a sentimental girl! In the past, I dare not answer you directly. But when facing you, there is always a throbbing of blushing heart. Tonight, when I write down words for you, my eyes are moist and my heart is bright. Cinnabar is in my heart, and you are lonely in the world. Tonight, the tears falling on the banana leaves wet the heart of the curtain people listening to the rain. I let my heart fly. Pigeon whistle came Your News. Said, the prosperity in the red dust isolated you and me. We are not people in the same world, and we are doomed to have no destiny in this life. In my memory, the wind leaking in from hedge gate blew away the sadness on my forehead, and even shook the osmanthus tree in front of the court to the fragrance of the yard. I looked down on the curtain, and the green brick patio filled a pool of coolness. A bunch of plantains held slightly aslope, like a love umbrella, standing pretty and upright in the center of the memory. The dew on the umbrella leaves overflowed with dim light, reflecting the cinnabar tears in my heart. Some Saints said, take the right path in the world, pursue the three wealth, do not abandon, do not go to extremes, and master the balance. Like a stream, it is easy to shout at the source and jumping happily. Through the mountains and valleys, I went to the vast expanse of ocean singing all the way. The eyes that Miss you trembled slightly with the memory, and the crystal clear round beads poured down from the umbrella leaves, which made a cold splash on the earthly green slabstone. The tears of missing you are covered with moss that people sigh. Under the marked steps, a canopy of snow rose rose rose rose along the rain, such as the first love story of Cinderella. The Sun of missing is no longer enthusiastic. I was in the sea of flowers, listening to the whispering of flowers. Finally, I reluctantly sneaked into the horizon and returned to his world. At the moment I turned around, I heard the words of flowers from another world. A kind of love flowed among the flowers, and I sensed the collision between the mountain and the ground in my heart. There is a Western saying: Roses are not fragrant because their names are not roses. Therefore, I will not cherish everything in reality because I don’t have you. The years are quiet, and the years are moving around. I gently lean on the corner of the season. According to the fragrance of words, I will shake my thoughts like water into the beauty of the tip of the pen. Love is a flower growing on the edge of a cliff. If you want to pick it, you must have courage. Carry a surging song, bring a romance of missing, and remember the warmth of sincerely sending along the way. Let the season in my heart bloom forever with roses waiting for love. Cinderella, I stand for you in the posture of a snow rose, and watch a cinnabar in my heart in the tenderness of your fingertips. Missing you, the heart is far away from the mundane, beyond the boundary of time and space. I know you in this life, no matter destined fate in my previous life or improper arrangement from God, I am full of infinite gratitude. Dear, when you finish reading this article, I believe you can understand how deep I love you. Plato said: Since love, why not say it? If something is lost, it will never come back! Yes, it is now or never. Love is the soul of love, you are the embodiment of love, I am and other roses of love. Although we have a heart-to-heart relationship in this life, we sigh that this love will not be cured in the hope of fish, and we will see again in the next life. Ying Yihuai’s poetry and painting are in the end of his pen, and he can finally win the sunshine. Picking up the lingering drizzle, watching the vicissitudes of life with a free and easy smile of the wind, passing through with the elegant and light clouds, sitting on the years with the attitude of flowers, writing life with indifference, and spending time with Enron, let the day rise in the firewood, oil and salt, let the life a beauty passed away in the coarse tea and light rice, and let Liang Zhu’s love charm bloom in your butterfly love with me. Wen Yue is in the sky, cinnabar is in my heart, and you are in love with the world. The warp scroll is in hand, and the peace is so simple. With you in my heart, it is sunny. Cereals can also fill the belly; A quiet room can also cultivate one’s mind and improve one’s character; Half a cup of light tea can also be elegant and fragrant. Tonight’s window is very beautiful!

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…