Sadness under the clouds (16

16 No one will laugh at a person’s pure love. Hugo said that there is a heart hidden under the stone, which has the right to love. Why does my heart under the stone have no right to love you. Why do you say something insincere? Do you know why you look at you? Your eyes will not lie. I know there is Tenderness hidden behind its conspiracy. 17 I have never loved you as an imaginary object since I met you for the first time. You are the final destination of my life. Do you know, you decide how many nights my sadness and joy are mixed, calling your name. The Voice in the deep soul is like a Konggu orchid, silently fragrant and devious. 18 you are the most difficult choice in your life. There are many people in the world who meet each other late. Misfortune comes to us. Although it is painful happiness, it is a kind of happiness that you meet, as long as my body has touched your fragrance and my body temperature continues your breath, will this become a reality? Your hidden trace can be found. 19 the whole day and night are thinking, what is love? Is it the trembling in my heart when I saw you at the first sight? Is it the breath of two hearts sticking together in my mouth kissing, is it walking hand in hand on the streets of the city at midnight in winter. If so, why has it never happened between us. 20 it was a few days when we met, and we felt like a few centuries had passed. Do you know that when we held you in our dreams and stroked your body, when kissing your lips, it seems to be the throb of life and the solidification of time. When I saw your eyes shining with tears, what a cold winter, the raging wind flying with snow, but how warm it was when I held you; Why should I forget you, what a cruel ice and snow. 21 A man walked on the road in the countryside. Far from the Madding Crowd, in the Yangtze River in January, green grass grew in the fields, green wild mountains and bamboos stood on the hillside, and deciduous trees dotted sporadically on the banks of the stream, the bright sunshine scattered in the four fields gives the Earth a warm breath. Stepping on the fragrance of soil, walking through the fields after the beginning of winter, walking on the railway tracks leading to far away places, along it, there are many beautiful scenery ahead. 22 my heart still can’t help thinking about you. In every late night awakening, the Sun and the sun will not see the King, but the heart will be as usual. Outside the city of Gu Su, Dream of the end of the world, the rock of Yuhuatai, do you know it, do you know it? In the Qimen House, in front of Wang Sun Hall, Chinese lute strings said lovesickness. How do you say that you will believe that there is a kind of feeling that is full of joy and grief from the vicissitudes of the sea and the changes, and you have seen the dawn of autumn turning gray. 23 walking on the streets of Nanjing, but I don’t know which corner will you appear on? Decided to leave Nanjing and walked through the city in such a hurry, even the parting words could not be confessed. Is this the arrangement of fate. 24 there is the smell of cooking smoke in the air, the Lantern Festival in February, the singing and laughing along the river, climbing the kite flying higher and higher, falling on the river in February, shining with sparkling light and swinging the curtain of spring. When I walked alone under the snowy sky at midnight, beside the most beautiful Qingshan Lake in Nanchang, I remembered you and our agreement to meet three years later. 25 life seems to be a aimless parade, but you find the place to stop. When I hold you, I think of others. Why? Although I have not had any physical contact with her so far, there is something called soul in the world. Forgive me and do not give you the most beautiful warmth in life, because my soul has not found the exit. Forgive me for making you cry again. I don’t know if I will think of you when I hold others one day. 26 How to accept a person’s love? It seems that no one can say clearly, do you agree with each other? It seems that you are Taikoo old; Do you have a heart to heart? It’s too strange. What is that? No one can define it. However, am I forcing you to accept my love? Why can you feel my love but cannot face it? Will the Apple you bite at a time blame you, just like the flowers on Valentine’s Day cry in the wind. 27 I like to walk on the street and watch my image projected on the glass window. Sometimes it is good-looking and mixed with rare praise; Of course, I can’t stop waiting for others to move forward. In this moment of self-pity, it seemed to find a shocking secret. 28 we like to write down the pain at the end of the world, branded with a lingering Memorial quicksand; About the distant era of happiness, strange cuckoo sang in spring; let’s wander on the rocks in summer and watch the waves flying in the wind. 29 How can I capture my heart like the sun in the daytime and stars in the night? But my destiny. Whether it is day or night, my heart presents you. Watching you walk along the gray stone street, get rid of the shackles of the end of the world step by step, takredo’s Requiem, ringing the sleepless Bell. No longer can we hold the promise of prejudice, meet like a swaying fire and sigh of wind; Lily hide in the arms of roses to save the ancient legends. If love really has no result, shaking vaguely separated. Loneliness is an invisible fire, burning my purity. 30 when Hyacinth blows all over the Earth, The Edge of Love solidifies on the broken pattern. After every meeting, you will disappear without a trace. You are so happily embraced, the soul of midnight, wet by the rain, flowing to the rivers and lakes.

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

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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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Love story

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Moon Ming Mid-Autumn Festival, chanjun Tianya

A piece of paper is darkstory, and you can’t complain about the red dust. Half a moonlight can’t carry the red dust. The years ran away in the footsteps, and the wind in late autumn blew down my eyes. A piece of love became a boat, and the boat with the moonlight still rippled was missing. In the middle and autumn night, I would like to live for a long time. The melody of a thousand miles of people is taken away by the wind and inserted into the world. The moon was like a tide, which cut through the silent night. The Moonlight spilled into Zhu Ge through car window shade. I looked out of the window. In the pouring moonlight, I was a wisp of confusion and melancholy, in all the moonlight, my mind is like a swimming fish in the shallow bottom, and there is no place to hide. Turn around, sit quietly before the case, pour a cup of green tea, and the faint thoughts merge into a clear flow, flowing in the heart. In the middle of the moon and the autumn night, at the end of the world, I took a wisp of breeze and sat quietly at the end of my pen to send a song. Life is a journey. I will always meet many people on the way. Life is a meeting. I will always meet a person who knows your joy and worries in the sky of fate. And my journey, I don’t know when, there is one more you, walking with me, standing in the same posture with me. In time, we are all guests, gathering and scattering, and following the fate. Therefore, when meeting you at this intersection, we don’t ask for cause and effect, but only want to taste every happy moment with you, laugh with you to see the love, hate, love and hatred in the world, watch the flowers bloom and fall with you, and keep one side of the pure land in time. The end of the world, in the night sky, the bottom of the bright moon and the Qing Dynasty, thinking of you at the end of the world, my rustling nib wrote at night: many predestined people always meet each other, we meet in a word, know each other, but do not seek to meet each other. Through the moonlight, I read the thoughts like water. With your days, even things become so soft, and the corners of my mouth will rise from time to time. I have heard such a saying: all the encounters in the world are reunion after a long separation. If this is true, then, have we known each other in the past life, known each other, and met in this life just for the reunion of the past life? I don’t care about the past life. I only know that it is a gift from heaven to meet you in the deepest red dust in this life. When I first met you, I just talked with you as a passer-by, but I couldn’t see any warmth in the light words. I approached your words gently and read them carefully. The wonderful sentences revealed endless loneliness. Behind the loneliness was a sad heart. I knew you were bitter, but there was no words left, just walk out of your words with a little pity. In time, some things are getting closer and closer, and some things are getting farther and farther. After thousands of sails are over, the distance between us is getting closer and closer. I once fell in love with the moon, hid the deepest attachment into the moonlight, and also injected the most bitter memory into the nib. This night, I am no longer sad, thinking of you, is full of happiness, the Starlight, the little twinkle was joy. My missing found my place and danced in the wind. Red Dust has a dream, but it has gone away. Red Dust has love, but it has a thin body of memory. Red Dust has a fate, but it has a lonely journey. Those stories falling in the years, or happiness or worry, in a flash, once became the end of the world and once became strangers side by side. You have built a city in your heart, writing lovesickness for only one person, planting a tree in the courtyard and blooming for only one person. How much helplessness and sadness do you have in your persistent waiting room? Only in such a night, with a long melody, I can read you slowly, write you, that year the month, you make a red dust for a person, but in the end it becomes a person’s heart. On that year the month, you waited for three years for an agreement, but in the end, it became far away. That year the month, you wander in the empty city, just for the persistence that has not been exhausted. In the night when the moon is as white as practice, knock down a few pieces of scattered words and write a futile article for you, just for this meeting. Under the half-open window, looking at the moon and reading you at the end of the world, I know that the blooming words are not only known for that. I once asked you if she would return to your city again, if you were the same as before, you said with a smile that life was not so much if. Yes, you have been waiting for the lintel of time for too long. You have suffered too much loneliness and bitterness alone. Even if you have walked out of that memory, you should be free and easy. I also asked you if you still miss the person who has not returned. You said frankly that if she is well, it has nothing to do with me. If she is not good, what should she do with me? I smiled lightly, knowing that your heart is bitter, knowing that you thought, but it is not broken. If life can be so free and easy, why not a Lay’s? We are all swimming fish stranded in time. We once struggled in time and lingered in memory. This meeting is not a new journey. Therefore, we will not mention the past. There is a kind of meeting, called falling in love at first sight, there is a kind of agreement, called the end of the world, there is a kind of Cherish, called the love of each other, there is a kind of care, called Coast to Coast, there is a kind of wish, called forget nothing. We did not fall in love at first sight, nor did we have the agreement of the end of the world, nor did we hold our hands, nor did we expect to grow old with our son. Some of us just forgot nothing in the depths of the red dust and talked about the red dust, I don’t know how deep the sea is, how high the sky is, and how far it is forever. I only know how long I depend on you and how true my blessing is to you, how much do you cherish this meeting. You didn’t say that you would like to have a heart and a white-headed oath. I didn’t make a promise to meet the world of mortals and not to complain about your departure. You only said that if there are three thousand water, you want to do it, yi Yi xin tian, I only say the love of the King, knowing the response of the heart. In the red dust, there is you, a loneliness is missing, and a joy is added. In the years, there is you, a persistence is missing, and a care is added. In the time, there is you, one time is missing and one more time is blooming. I first met in a plain day, met in a clear flow of words, and knew each other in the hot summer. This autumn, I wrote words in a shallow way, letting the moon take my words, those unknown stories. I want to tell you gently that if you are well, I will feel at ease. If you are not well, I will be worried about everything. I want to tell you gently that if you are beside me, I want to make a cup of green tea for you when you are tired and warm your lonely back. I want to tell you gently that I will use all kinds of tenderness to understand your tight eyebrows and wipe away the loneliness in your heart for you. You say there is no if in life, but this night, I hope there is if. If I can, I would like to join hands with you to dance the red dust together. If I can, I would like to change your smile with my own care. If I can, I would like to use a piece of paper to lovesickness, the wind and smoke that cut through time. I know a lot of things are not hard to pass, but can’t go back. Therefore, I cherish this moment a hundred times, look at you far across the shore, and write the deepest thoughts into words at the end of the world. Time is a river, the left bank is a memory, the right bank is warm, memories are lingering, the warmth continues, you know, since you, the cold in my heart begins to wither, the warm sunshine hid in the heart quietly. Jun knows that since you were born, the obsession in his bones began to shake, shaking the concubine who had lived in his heart for a long time. Jun knows that since you were born, the loneliness in the soul is not at work. I am grateful for this meeting and for meeting such a unique you at this intersection. I never remember what you said, but you remember so clearly, I never pay attention to your mood, just like I don’t pay attention to the cold and warm weather, but you can always know my mood, I never know the pain in your heart, and you, always use laughter to bring your own chopsticks together, leaving no trace. You once said that you are a clown. How can you be worthy of the audience if you don’t enter the play? I just smiled, but I didn’t understand the nonsense and suffering behind that sentence. I don’t understand too much, you have too much tolerance, I don’t know too much, you have too much care, at this moment, I find that I have too much attachment. Writing red dust, I know a lot of feelings are pale and weak, walking red dust, I am used to seeing the joys and sorrows, I know there are too many disappointments in the world. Therefore, when I met in this life, I became a red face. I didn’t ask to look at Yunshu with me quietly. I didn’t ask for the same journey of the wind and rain, nor enjoyed the red sunset together, let alone for a long time. I only said that I knew each other, stayed together and cherished each other, it doesn’t hurt me, okay? Remember you said you haven’t seen the moon for a long time. Tonight is a full moon night. Is there the same full moon in the end of the world and the night sky? It is the Mid-Autumn Festival and the time of reunion. With your character, you will always feel sad. Please remember, don’t be sad. There will always be people who cherish the wandering heart, many tourists spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with you in some corner of the world, so you are not alone. You should also remember that trees are green and flowers are red. Life is still beautiful. Eating a moon cake will still make your heart sweet. You know, tonight, I take memory as the tree, miss as the moon, and read your horizon. Author QQ:1822905692

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…

Go to the world with you

No matter you are poor or rich, no matter you are sick or healthy, no matter you are ugly or beautiful, no matter you are ordinary or great, I would like to accompany you along the world. — Inscription.

Accompany you along the world, I am behind you, silently accompany you, I am around you, gently warm your hands. Once the sea was hard to be water, but there was no cloud except Wushan. Let the drowning three thousand, I only take a scoop, drink with you, accompany you to walk thousands of mountains and rivers. Accompany you to go to the end of the world, meet you in your most beautiful years, and stay with me in my lowest years. Even in the next life, I will never forget you. I will accompany you until the sun rises to the east, until all sounds but silence. I am not a god to accompany you to the end of the world. I cannot grant you perfection. It is not a tree that cannot shield you from the wind and rain. It is not the sun that cannot give you a forever clear sky. But I can send you a calm heart, a calm, a cool, a warm heart. In order to let you enjoy life and dreams like others, I will silently pray for you, bless you with joy, happiness and sorrow for you, hold Your Hand and stay with you in the next life. Accompany you to go to the end of the world, ten years of life and death are boundless, do not think about the unforgettable love; Hold hands and look at each other tears eyes, but there is no words to break up the sadness; But I wish people a long time, thousands of miles of sincere wishes. Accompany you to go to the end of the world, the bright pearl of the sea and the moon has tears, and Lantian is warm and sunny. If the weight is light, if the weight is light, if the weight is heavy, if the weight is heavy, if the weight is light, if the weight is light. If time can stop for us, let it stay in the most romantic moment; If love is like a song, I hope we can sing forever; If wish can be reserved, I hope we can reserve our whole life: we will work with each other and grow old in vain. Accompany you to go to the end of the world, when you are old, sit by the fire, reflecting the sliver hair, pine bark hands, maybe the wrinkles of time are printed on your forehead, perhaps the flame of passion is faintly lingering, and I will still accompany you as before, listening to you talking about our past, holding a glass of water, and you will drink it with a sip of me, gently take you into your arms and listen to the most romantic thing: the most romantic thing I can think of is to grow old with you and spend the lingering warmth this life. I really want to grow old with you until I am too old to go anywhere. I will still watch the sunrise and sunset with you and still regard you as the treasure in my hand. I would rather go back to the distant blue sky and hold up a sunny day for you for the sake of you. Back to the cold Tianshan Mountain with ice peaks, I will pick the snow lotus with me for you. I would like to turn into white clouds, turn into a breeze, come to your side again, walk into your world, gently brush your beautiful face and warm your sight ahead. I would like to accompany you through every harbor of life, through every spring, summer, autumn and winter; Accompany you through every sleepless night. We will send off the sunset together to welcome every tomorrow and cuddle up with you into the sweet dream! Accompany you with happiness and sorrow, and become old, this love will never change! Don’t ask how far it is forever, I don’t know, but friendship can be clear. Don’t ask how long the whole life is, I don’t know, but fate can be old. Don’t ask where the road ahead has an end, I don’t know, but I will accompany you to the old! 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 this life, I would like to meet you in the deepest part of the world.

In this life, I would like to walk down the lotus seat, wearing a white shirt, holding a branch of beaulotus, gently walking into the deepest part of the red dust, carrying a shallow memory, holding a leisurely feeling, waiting to meet you in the deepest part of the world. If one day you see a girl wearing a white shirt and holding beaulotus, please remember to stop her, don’t let her pass you by, and say to her: Long time no see. Inscription in previous life, a green lotus I am Buddha front can not move the heart of the world, because I want to join the Buddha to cross thousands of people, so I have been waiting on the lotus seat, I spent a calm day with Buddha. Every day, watching the dawn rising slowly, listening to the monks telling stories about Buddha one by one, watching the pilgrims who came to the temple to pray for their wishes, telling stories about them one by one, and then praying for the protection of Buddha, looking at so many people who have crossed with Buddha, I am proud and proud in my heart and said to Buddha: Buddha, I will follow you all the time to cross thousands of lives in the world. Buddha listened to my words and just smiled at me spoiled. The sycamore tree in front of the temple did not know how many cycles it had experienced. After several Spring and Autumn Periods, the leaves turned yellow again and fell to the ground fluttering, the little monk was annoyed to pick up the broom and constantly sweep the fallen leaves in front of the door. The sycamore tree ignored the chagrin of the little monk and quietly breathed the incense of the temple. The Bodhi tree behind the temple silently breeds its flowering period and waits for the flowers to bloom thousands of years later. The lotus flowers in the the lotus pond miles also bloom quietly in the middle of the water alone, swaying quietly. Today, the pilgrims I have traveled with Buddhism as usual. At dusk, the endless stream of pilgrims in the temple became sparse, just as he was preparing to talk with Buddha, a young man with a gentle and gentle face, deep eyes like a pool, dressed in a blue shirt and hair-tied was walking outside the door. I watched him step by step walk to the front of me and Buddha, and then knelt in front of me and Buddha to pray for his beloved woman. Maybe my fate began to be chaotic at this moment, waiting to be rearranged. I watched his back when he turned away after his blessing. My heart was lost at this moment. From then on, I began to yearn for his arrival every day, looking for his figure among the pilgrims who came and went, but he didn’t come again after a long time. Buddha looked at my absent-minded heart and said to me with a smile: everything is illusory, such as Mugen houyou. I asked Buddha: Is this the love in the world? Buddha said that all kinds of methods were born, all of which were Fate. Accidental meeting and looking back, they were destined to each other’s life only for the moment when their eyes met. The origin is destroyed, and the origin is empty. I asked Buddha: how can I restrain my feelings. Buddha said: everything is born from the heart. Since then, I still listen to the evening drum and morning clock every day and enjoy the breath of incense. Just when I thought I was about to forget, he walked into the temple again and knelt in front of Buddha, it is still for his beloved woman, who is about to get married, but the groom is not him. He said he was sad, and he said that he was willing to give everything he wanted to be with his beloved woman. Looking at his sadness, the dew on my folium nelumbinis fell on his face, mixed with tears on his face. I knew it was my tears, and my heart was suffering from sadness and sadness like him. At this moment, I also understand that I am experiencing human love. When he walked out of the temple again, I said to Buddha: Buddha, I am sad. The Buddha statue has long known that the result is as gentle as saying to me: love leads to sorrow, love leads to horror. If you leave the lover, worry-free is not horrible. Finally, in order to make me realize Bodhi, Buddha took away my lotus leaf and turned me into a wisp of men’s thousands of green silk, which accompanied him all the time. At the beginning, I felt very happy, very happy and happy. I felt that I was the happiest green lotus in the world because I met my love, but also can be transformed into a wisp of his green silk to accompany him all his life. I enjoyed great joy, so that he walked into the temple and shaved thousands of hairs. Only then did I find that his fate was too shallow to bear a small wish from me. When I turned into hair lying on the ground, Buddha felt distressed and said let me go back to Buddha and continue to cross the fate with him. However, I knew that I was no longer qualified to sit on the Buddha’s Lotus seat, and politely refused the Buddha who had been sheltering me. With the broom, other hair buried in the dust. Before being buried in the dust, Buddha said to me, I used to be a white fox who had been practicing for thousands of years in the bamboo forest of the temple. I ran out of the temple and entered the paddock of the royal hunting because of the fun, at that time, he was a mighty General who accompanied the Emperor. He saved me from the Emperor’s hands, so I was secretly in love with him. One day, when I was playing in the temple, when I saw him coming to pray for his wife, I realized that his wife was seriously ill and needed a fox blood cultivated for thousands of years as a medicine guide, he said he was sad and asked Buddha to point out the direction for him. In the evening, I sneaked into his mansion and exchanged my own blood for his wife’s life. Buddha knew that he had pity on me, so he erased my memory as a white fox, turned my body into a green lotus of Buddha front, and let me spend thousands of lives with him, however, I still can’t escape from fate. In this life, I still fell in love with him. In this life, Buddha turned me into a human being, and let me hold a branch of beaulotus, waiting to continue with him in the deepest part of the red dust. I will exchange my two generations of time for his love. If one day you see a woman walking on the road wearing a white shirt and holding a beaulotus, please be sure to stop her and don’t pass her by again, don’t let her bear such a great sadness any more. Please tell her: Hi, I haven’t seen you for a long time. I am waiting for you to continue with me in the red dust. qq:1107903985 text/smoke.

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…

Jiang Feng’s prose poems

The North Wind of late winter has already rolled the wandering people back to every alley. He still doesn’t talk to me; I can’t control myself. I said: Boss, do you rent a book? He shook his head, so he had no interest in renting books. I am a little unconvinced, boss, how do you sell this book? He finally spoke, not thinking that he had a standard and pleasant Southern accent. Girls and books are very cheap, you can choose whatever you want. The night was already deep, under the dark yellow street lamp, only he and I were guarding a car of books, even the heartbeat of each other could be heard. I don’t know why I always feel nervous. My sensory nerves tell me that the man in front of me must be a man with unusual experiences. I knew he didn’t want to rent a book to me. He seemed to just want to find something from me that he seemed to have lost for a long time. I thought to myself: what will he be looking? Is it low-level or noble? I waited, but the answer I asked for was blank after half a day. He still looked at me so affectionately, just like his first sight. I forced the woman’s unique flexibility to rent his two books. At the moment when I paid him the rent, he put a book “twenty years old with people, the Red Book of doing the right thing at the age of 30 is vividly displayed in my sight. Ah! This man! He seems to be a bosom friend who has lived with me for many years. How can he know a woman’s inner world like this? With endless question marks, I firmly secretly made up my mind: no matter who you are, I must get along with you with heart; I must understand your difficult classical Chinese. I want to thoroughly understand what kind of man you are and why you can steal my heart. I looked at the title of the book in his hand, and it seemed to be my bosom friend tonight. I took over the book and read it carefully. The contents of the book really attracted me like his eyes. I bought it without hesitation. The biting wind roared again, and the old locust tree behind the book stall was also shining its dried branches in the cold wind, guessing our respective thoughts. I couldn’t resist the temptation of this night. Just when I was preparing to say goodbye to him, I didn’t think of this man who didn’t loquacious. This man who made me have some attachment, unexpectedly, there was a cold saying that I could never forget all my life: Girl, you are very like a person. When his words are exported, my whole body is like an electric shock again, the hot and numb feeling is like being kissed by a lover for the first time, which is so wonderful. What a feeling! It is my first most beautiful feeling in 21 years. I have always kept my brain awake. At this time, all my thoughts seem to be occupied by him; My thinking ability is short-circuited. The girl’s inherent panic, shyness and instant made me leave him. I waved my hand to him in a hurry, and he still stood firmly in the cold wind looking at my far back. Although the cold wind kept beating my body along the way, the current lingering warmth still ran crazily in my body. The heart is warm, and his mind is full of the man’s smile and his close eyes. I forgot the existence of Liu Er and even forgot whether Liu Er was still in my residence. I trotted all the way and went back to my rented cabin on East Street with a lot of imagination. When I opened the door and looked at Liu er in the room, I had no idea where he had gone. I quickly locked the door back. I was lying on the bed with my heart beating, looking at the ceiling with a book in my arms, listening to the roar of the wind outside the window, but I was thinking about the man who made people heartbeat. Tossing and turning for a long time. That night, I seemed to have grown many years old; That night, he made me lose sleep for the first time in my life. I called him that night, and he also gave me a business card of his bookstore with a nice name on it, Jiang Feng. Jiang Feng, what an artistic name! I have been waiting for his call, but a few days later, there was no movement of Feng on the phone. I finished reading those books with an open mind; I was busy at work during the day, and at night I guarded the cold and quiet hut empty and lonely. Maple has been over half a hundred years old, which is a little pity for me. My dream seems to never be perfect for 21 years. The result I expect is a handsome elder who cannot be young. Destiny! How could you make such a joke? He is still like a handsome guy. He always gives me the impression of being so masculine and calm. He made me move and made me think day and night. Does he have a home? What would it look like? If not, what kind of situation would it be? For several days, I have tried my best to control my imagination. However, the heartbeat from time to time always reminds me of my inexplicable fantasy. The day of vacation finally came. I didn’t have any acquaintances in S city. It was meaningless to stay alone in the rental house. So I remembered Feng for several days. Liu Er never called me again. I was immersed in the memory of meeting Feng, so I started my diary again, I want to write down the happiest palpitations of young girls. I didn’t feel cold this winter any more. All I had were happy getting along with each other and happy and sweet memories. For the first time, I wrote down my acquaintance with Feng, a man. Feng said: I am like a person. What does he mean? Who do I look like? With these question marks I really want to know, I decided to find him. Since I first came to this city, I found Maple’s bookstore in several big circles in S city. At noon on the day when Feng and I met, it was gloomy as if it was going to snow. The winter wind was still performing crazily in S city. He still greeted my visit so affectionately. Entering Maple’s bookstore, the first impression printed on my eyes: Although the bookstore is not big, I can’t find a few books that can fill the emptiness of my heart. But what made me have to look at carefully is that in this small bookstore, a large number of Chinese and foreign masterpieces were collected, and so many systematic out-of-print works all attracted me like Maple’s temperament. I didn’t wear much that day. Feng carefully observed that I was afraid of the cold. He turned on the electric heating. Unexpectedly, I can miraculously share many common topics with this man who is several years older than me. Feng and I sat face to face by the electric heating, enjoying the warmth brought by the electric heating while communicating happily. Feng seemed to have known that I am had gone with many question marks. Just when I was going to ask him questions, he simply called my name and said to me: Ning Ning, tell you! You are too like my ex-wife Jing who has passed away for more than 20 years. I didn’t feel any surprise when she said it. Only the obvious psychological reaction was that my heart beat faster, and all the question marks I took instantly broke myself. Ah! So it is! No wonder my heart always beats him. Is my previous life really the woman he once loved with his life? The age difference between Feng and me is several years old. We both talked about everything and both sides were very sincere. Just like a pair of lovers who met for a long time, we talked and laughed without hesitation. When leaving, we made an agreement to be a good friend in this life! The story of Feng and I began at this time. On that day, we talked about our respective lives. That is, since then, I have known many of his stories. It turns out that Maple is an authentic Southwest. He was a young man in the Army, worked as a clerk, a doctor, a soldier, and a war. He was also a man who survived the Sino-Vietnamese War. His ex-wife Jing died in the defensive counterattack. In order to quiet his love life, he had been blank for 16 years. He said I was like his ex-wife Jing. He had been looking for the only black and white photo left by Jing. He wanted to find it for me to see, soon he really showed me the photos of silence. Oh, my God! There are really women like me in the world; No wonder he looked at me so seriously when he first met me. I never thought winter was so long, however, this winter, which made me feel in love, seemed to deliberately tie me and Maple tightly together. Maple is not a northerner, but it can adapt to the palpitation winter than pure northerners. This survivor who has experienced the Sino-Vietnamese War. His attitude towards life: living is the greatest happiness. I really didn’t understand his life at the beginning; But with the ordinary communication with him, I gradually realized the profound meaning contained in his words. At this time, I have to admit: The bosom friend I have been looking for in the past 21 years turned out to be a maple that was half white a year ago, and maple and I finally became an unforgettable acquaintance. Although he is old, his temperament and speech make me forget the age difference between him and me. He held my heart tightly like a magnet. From then on, I would like to visit him under the old locust tree where he set up a stall irregularly and involuntarily. He was on time. No matter how bad the climate was, he would set up a book stall there. He always faced every customer happily. In the winter of 1990, it made Feng and I have a silent relationship. We both seem to have reached the point where no one can leave whom, and there is always an inexplicable concern in each other’s hearts. As long as I get off work, I can’t help but want to see Feng, and we are so selflessly guarding the winter that makes everyone feel cold. Feng started his long creation after he met me. He wrote a love poem “gathering night love long” for me, which was written by Feng for me alone in the cold wind, it’s incredible. I don’t know how many times I watched it, but I didn’t object publicly. I still acquiesced. I really don’t know why I would accept Feng’s emotion. I had a happier winter than any other winter. Maple cares for me sometimes like elders, sometimes like colleagues and elder brothers. But what makes me feel more is not the former, but like a lover for many years. What are we? I couldn’t find any suitable answer. The bright XINGX watched me pouring out the story of my grandmother and me to Feng, and the bright moon was watching Feng telling me the faith of life. We met in that winter, and we resisted this corrupt world together. We almost fell in love with that long winter night. But no one will believe that we have never surpassed the springtide boundary river between men and women. Feng, in this city that makes me lonely and empty, he became the most trustworthy first man in my teenage years. Feng is not as boring as many men. He really loves me, but he never tempt me with those gorgeous words. Since she and I met each other, she has always been very friendly and we have more exchanges. He said to me: I am he looked for the quiet shadow of most of his life. He never did things that made me disgusted. What I felt when I got along with Feng was a sense of security with both father’s love and love. I have really changed. I have become as fond of learning and being kind to others as feng. Getting along with him, I can no longer feel that I still live in a family with only wealth. My once spiritual emptiness is gone. Perhaps influenced by Feng, I insisted on writing down my diary. Feng is a responsible man. His life is not rich, but he is never depressed. He seems to devote all his life’s energy to a young man like me. His bookstall was often crowded with young people who listened to his speeches. While making money to support his family, he played the role of social mentor selflessly. Many parents and teachers have not passed on the knowledge of our generation of young people, and they can get it from Feng for nothing. Feng is really a perfect man. Facing an excellent man like Feng, a man who already has a family; Do I enter or retreat? Today in 21 years, I finally understand that I just live in a selfish circle. Feng never gave me any money and material help. What he taught me was more about the innovation of life skills and language art. Really, I fell in love with this man in my heart. I thought his love for me would be the kind of love without sexual distance for lovers. Without thinking, he buried this kind of open love deep in his heart; He said to me: I really love you, but this kind of love can only be the kind of love that elders care for the younger generation; as for sex, I can only turn beautiful love into a review of old love, which seems to make me sad. I am also a woman. Like millions of women, I also have the need for sex and the selfish mentality shared by women. Ranfeng always acted so calm and calm that I was going crazy. I almost reached the level of self-capture, but maple turned a blind eye. He still regards me as a quiet shadow, and he will treasure my shadow in his heart forever and never destroy it. Ah! What kind of man is this? Was it the war that made him so resistant to everything? People! Why do you always live in endless contradictions? Why can’t we get what we find? Facing Maple, I am can’t love, and I can’t hate it. Finally, once again, the winter, which is lonely and vacant, has passed, and the love with Maple seems to have come to an end. What I can’t forgive myself in this life is that he asked my address many times in the half year he got along with Feng, but I don’t know why I never told him. I clearly know that he loves me more than his father loves his daughter. But what I want is another kind of love. I am not sure about other men, but he is not that vulgar person. It was said that no one could leave him when he arrived, but I still didn’t tell him the address. Later, Feng never mentioned the address again. I don’t know when Feng actually knew my detailed address. I thought he would go to the door. I once imagined at home that it was Feng who knocked on my door; however, he never appeared in surprise. Later, I was a little embarrassed to go to his house again. I hated why I did this. After all, facing Feng’s true love, I felt guilty. Just when I was about to tell him the address; I received a nine-page letter from Feng, which was similar to a broken relationship. In his letter, he asked me with great restraint why since I am a friend, why can’t I even tell my address? At this time, I just want to explain to him that nothing is useless. Feng is a prudent person. I know: Since he wrote such a letter to me, it shows that he has already thought it over. His long work “Jiang Feng’s anthology” was created in Yunnan because of my appearance; Overnight he adapted the anthology which had been written for more than 30 years into “Jiang Feng’s prose poems, meeting in spring accounts for most of the 20 million words written for me. Oh, my God! His love for me is really more than his lover! As a woman, especially in this era where all interests are the center, my life may be enough to stop beating the existing peaceful life around Maple, soon I left him and the city that made me miss. I don’t know if Feng would miss me. But I can only hide him deeply and deeply in the spring tour of Phoenix Mountain, the heart of love.

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 the sunshine and rain in my life

When you turn around with tears and disappear at the end of the familiar path. I suddenly felt a burst of pain. I began to understand that you are my eternal lover in this life, waiting and loving in the morning and evening. In the past, a flash in the pan and a stunning and beautiful first love was just a rainbow on my long life, which came and went away suddenly. But you are the sunshine and rain in my life, warming my body and nourishing my heart. In the long years, we have worked together and lived together. Brew sweet, delicious and long-lasting love wine together; Build a harbor of Love and Sweet Love so life together. Remember the past.

You are clean, fragrant and beautiful, as fragrant and beautiful as cloves. It makes me yearn for and infatuated. You agreed to me physically and mentally, loved me wantonly, and became a traitor. Chu Ge was on all sides. Our love used to be like a small flower in the early spring, which was hard and strong to survive and bloom.

Soon, the warm and warm mid-spring finally came. Time is drifting away, and it is late. You are still the warmest and sweet beauty in my heart. You are a poem, hazy my eyes; You are a painting, intoxicated with my heart. Dear Wife, Please turn back. Let’s walk hand in hand in Port of love and stay together until we die!

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…

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…

White shirt [writers selected issue 9]]

In the middle of the road where people come and go, the dead will be angry. What’s more, I was actually wearing miniskirt and high heels, looking at the mobile phone on the ground, and I hesitated for half a second. A pleasant voice came from the side, bent down with an extremely firm tone. I turned my face, and the clean and beautiful smile was like a warm summer day in my memory. Although the plot is too dry, let’s be regarded as a hero to save beauty! I smiled. His white shirt shook up the corners of his clothes, and I was slightly moved when I bent down. He picked up the phone, but the smile on his face didn’t last long. After 0.5 seconds of pause, I regret it. I found that I should shout loudly for robbery, but my throat was purring and I watched the man push my body away. Damn it! I was about to take off my high heels and throw them at the White things that didn’t slip away in autumn, but in the light, a red car flashed behind my back, when I woke up, I was already in the hospital ward. Second, wake up? I nodded. The chandelier on the ceiling is like a glass lens, which makes people heartbroken. There is a woman with dirty hair and gauze in the lens. But there was still the back of that man in my memory. I frowned and asked, Mom, where is my mobile phone? I have been in a coma for two days, but I need a cell phone when I wake up? My mother sent chicken soup, which seemed to ignore the mood of my otaku. I have been expecting that man to appear like a god. I don’t believe that thin figure will belong to a robber. The man should come in from the door, wearing the white shirt, with a big red balloon on his hand and my cell phone hanging under the balloon. But, no. I didn’t have it for two weeks until I was about to leave the hospital, picked up my luggage and walked to the door of the Ward sadly. The soft sunshine at the gate of the ward lit up the clear road, and the shadow extended all the way to the man in front of him. White shirt, lips gently sipped, beautiful eyes like a deep bottomless sea. My heart fluctuated a little. I knew what was in front of me was a romantic misunderstanding. He came over with a smiling face and stretched out his hand. A pair of clean leather shoes on the concrete floor made a click. There is a scar just healed on the beautiful palm print, and the familiar, white, my mobile phone. Thank you… thank you. Third, it is the same as the bridge in memory. Silver white sports car, warm as early as summer. I played his shaved chin, although it was another version of shaking. He kissed my cheek when he ran to the bank of the river. I couldn’t help asking him with a red face, why did I get it in two weeks? The answer is consistent with what I expected, fracture, conditioning and romance. His shirt is white and clean, and has a good smell. I pinched his hand hard. Look at my cell phone for two weeks. I also want to see your cell phone for two weeks! No! His side eyes were a little confused. I never thought that this quiet man would send a crazy attempt to take away his mobile phone. However, Ben’s girl still saw the photos in his mobile phone with a dead face. However, soon, I knew the reason for his stunned expression. I straightened my body from his chest and looked at the man with bandages all over his mobile phone photo carefully. He was pale and bloody. There was another one completely dyed red on his body, it should have been a snow-white shirt. Is this you? I asked him. The man shook his head and frowned when he got together. When he tried to kiss me, I leaned my body to the back. Is this you? I still asked him. This is not me. His frowning suddenly loosed a little, and a tear belonging to a man fell from the beautiful, green beard face: he is my friend… I asked: did your friend save me? He nodded: he has left… he finally said, you must return your mobile phone to you… why? I know this kind of question is extremely lovely, but there is something spinning in my eyes, falling on the white strange and familiar shirt beside me: why did he save me as a stranger? Because, a long time ago, he grabbed a girl’s cell phone…

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…

Valentine’s Day 2

It snowed heavily Today. In the Internet cafe, I was worried about her all the time. I called her several times and she didn’t answer. If it weren’t for my entanglement with her, her husband wouldn’t know that I fell in love with her hopelessly in QQ records. The sad man slapped her in the face. Last night, she told me in QQ that she regretted knowing me and she was going to work far away. I know we won’t have a future, just passing by each other in a hurry. I want to forget it slowly, but I am afraid of the heartbreak that I want to see but can’t see, and the sad lovesickness every day. It was my phone call once and the entanglement of text messages one after another. In this snowy day, I asked her to leave her daughter for several months and go wandering in the far south, I know the hardships of wandering alone, which is not the result I want. What about losing her and having everything? I once wanted her and possessed her. Now, I hope she is really happy, I hope she will live a truly happy life, although it may make me look like a coward. Last night, I told her in QQ that if you really left, I would marry you. She said she would not divorce and she wanted her daughter to have a complete home. I know we shouldn’t have started. No matter how beautiful our story is, it is just a beautiful poppy. I stayed with her as a lover for only 2 days, and I was very happy with her. On the morning before Valentine’s Day, I bought clothes for her. I didn’t agree with her vision of choosing clothes. The red one and the medium-length down jacket suit her slightly taller and fatter figure. The shopkeeper asked me, is this red and medium-length down jacket better? I replied that everyone has different eyes and she can buy whatever she likes. In fact, what I thought was that the price of that dress was a little expensive. She might consider my feelings and chose two clothes. That day, I brushed a credit card, less than 500 yuan. We hired a taxi and went to a quiet house. In a remote hotel, I had a thousand years of lingering with him, releasing my original desire, our natural naughty, primitive rebellion, there is disdain for the rules of reality in the bones, with a little wild nature that no one has domesticated, like an animal. I was fascinated by her indulged cymbal, active and gentle temperament. I robbed her to my territory and planted my flag on her, regardless of her, tell the world this is my place. I was like taking back a lady of pressure. At that moment, I really felt that I was the winner of life. I like kissing. When touching her, the plump and smooth feeling, when touching her, the pleasure of forgetting me is my lonely happiness in life. After lingering, naked she hooked my neck and looked at me with the eyes of other women who had never seen me and said, I wish I could eat you. If you didn’t bring a condom, I have birth control pills in my steamed stuffed bun. She is so real, not affectation, which fascinates me. Her original smell is so beautiful to my heart. On Valentine’s Day, we went to the downtown park to play. When we were tired, we went to the pedestrian street for dinner and wanted to have a rest. We went to the internet cafe for a rest. She said that she liked Lily and I bought one for him that day. At this time, the snow falling outside the internet cafe and the cold wind. In a lonely mood, I changed my QQ signature. On Valentine’s Day, I would like to send a rose. If my heart is together, why should I have flowers like brocade. At this time, her QQ avatar flickered. She said, my love, the Lily you gave me is blooming and pink.

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