Sunny days

Sunny days are doomed to be in a comfortable mood. The joy of wandering on the face cannot deceive others.

By chance, I met you, and your looking back took away my first heart. Therefore, I am looking forward to meeting you again in my spare time.

Time always pays off. I found you in a crowded bus on the way home from work. The beating heart can’t restrain the emotion I want to vent, prompting me to follow all the way, and what I can’t hide is my confession to you. Happily, you and I live in a community together. I resent myself. I didn’t find out early, and I was glad that it was not too late to be timely. In this way, I spent all my time meeting you unexpectedly, waiting and looking forward to it. I also believe that one day we will meet each other.

There is always something to gain when waiting for a purpose. Once, I found that you entered the supermarket. I entered gambol and searched around the shelves. Finally, you were caught by my sight. We can’t miss any more opportunities, we must create events, break up your obstacles and let you know that I am waiting. Seeing your focus, I deliberately knocked the things in your hands to the ground. Unexpected events often happened, but polite and courteous smile made you have the first impression on me.

In the following days, I was very diligent. I changed more clothes and found that I washed my face more often. I wiped oil, combed my hair and paid attention to myself, but I was lost in sweetness and couldn’t extricate myself. On the day when the sun was very good, I quietly lost my previous joy and suppressed a kind of unspeakable anxiety in my heart. In the sun, I hold an umbrella, looking forward to the rain.

God will also give a chance to a thoughtful person. This time, we get to know each other.

Rain was really moved by me, looking forward to the romantic story in the rain. I waited at the place where I got off early. Meeting you was the prelude of nature. I said it was just in a community, so let’s go together. Don’t get wet and hurt your body. I can see that you smiled and nodded, and my heart was filled with great excitement. Most umbrellas favor you. Naturally, the rain drags on me, but you haven’t seen it from beginning to end, and you still smile like that. I saw you at the door of the building. You nodded and thanked me. I shook my head and waved my hand. We broke up with a smile. When I got home, I was so excited that I regretted my haste and forgot to ask for your phone number. I had to look forward to the next meeting.

In the morning, it was sunny again. I didn’t seem to like this weather, but I was in a good mood today. I was surprised to find that you were there when I went out and took the bus. I looked back and smiled at me. You said, you waited here early and missed a bus on purpose, then you pulled me on the bus with a smile, sat together and talked to each other. My inner cry, my inner chaos. The time along the way was too short. I got off one after another and left my own phone. At this time, I stretched out my hands to embrace today’s Sun.

In the days to come, we have more opportunities to meet, and almost all of our days. One day, you smiled and asked me, how did you bring an umbrella on that rainy day? How did you know that we lived in a community together. I smiled mysteriously, but you answered for me, saying that this was an early arrangement and a premeditated opportunity. In fact, you have already known that laughing at me is old-fashioned. Ha ha, anyway, I didn’t waste my tricks in vain.

The following days are sunny days.

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…

Jiang Feng’s prose poems

At the age of 21, I was in full bloom like all the girls sinus. However, my sinus is open to a man older than my father. I don’t know what others think of me. As far as I am concerned, I am also unwilling. I opened my bright buds to him willingly. However, he just kissed my exposed fragrance reluctantly. He seemed to be just an expert in appreciating flowers. He never touched me with his hands, which laid bright and stunning roses to him. I love him, I hate him, and there seems to be no enough reason. I think, why do I know an old man like him instead of the Prince Charming I imagined? Is fate deliberately playing tricks on me? Am I destined to have an interesting story with him? I think there should be a break between his relationship with him; In a word, no matter what kind of man I will marry in the future, there is a little I am undeniable, my heart was once occupied by him for a long time, for a long time, I met bad men who hated in the wind series and always stared at every girl who was full of youth, flowing in spring, plump and beautiful like bee. How easy it is to get rid of them! I am also at the age when bee is eyeing me. Bee are like a sharp arrow. They hold the money in their left hand that makes every woman feel tempted; They hold the beautiful things that every woman has to love with in their right hand, they are like ascaris worms, and they understand the fragile nerves of every woman. I am a girl with more curiosity than ordinary women, so I am more sensitive to everything than others. Because I am like a boy, I never fear anything. My curiosity is almost beyond my age. In the first year of junior high school, I boldly squeezed into the gangster circle in the school. I clearly knew it was very dangerous, but I had no scruples at all. Most of the people who mix in the circle are poor in family, bullied by others and capable of living here. But I live in a rich family. I have been bold since I was young, and no one dares to bully me. I am not short of material and money. I don’t know how many times better than them, but I am just unconvinced. Maybe I really want to know the life in the circle, so I still squeezed into their ranks with my own beauty. My middle school life is colorful, and my parents don’t know these situations. I have always been an obedient child in their hearts. They have their life and I have my own way of living; when I grew up, the relationship between my parents and I became a kind of approximate relationship. My concern was expressed on my lips. What were my thoughts? Only you can know. After living in the circle for half a year, I realized that being a gangster has no dignity. For example, beating people, swearing, swearing, mixing men and women, deliberately causing trouble and playing hooligans, you must do everything. I finally squeezed in, because I was very beautiful, and I soon became their boss in the circle. From junior high school to senior high school, I have always been a domineering girl. When I was admitted to normal school, when I graduated from Normal School and integrated into the society, I suddenly found that I thought I could do anything at this time was nothing. My skill is useless at all; The University of society needs not only beautiful, overbearing, but also real talents. Facing many talented people in the social university, I am no longer lofty and naive at last. My father was a businessman. He opened a jewelry firm that was expensive and enjoyed exclusively for the rich in the crowded downtown of Fenhe River. My father seemed to understand all the rich people’s thoughts. He is not a psychologist, but he has a sharper eye than a psychologist. His nature is furious, but he is as quiet as a big girl when he starts a business. In fact, I am very annoyed with him at home. As soon as he comes home, he feels like shaking the earth. But I haven’t seen him for a long time and I miss him very much. This is me. What is father thinking? How does he want to earn money from the rich? In my impression, the more rich people, the more they regard money as more important than life, just like my mother. Is their money easy to earn? What suspension is there? My father is actually a very sunny man in my heart. He is tall, masculine and gentle in face. His eyebrows and eyes are very attractive to women. He is a very smooth hurtful person. Because he has great talent in business, he is more likely to coax people. Therefore, there is always a constant stream of people in his jewelry store. I often secretly observed my father’s speech, and he always stared at his big eyes that fascinated all women. He talked and laughed freely, sometimes with the domineering of masculine men, and sometimes with the hypocritical shyness inherent in beautiful women. Each of his actions intentionally and unintentionally induced greedy people to buy his jewelry. Every move he made was tempting the greedy person’s heart to go. In my heart, he deserved to be a stunning hurtful person. In my impression, the more rich people care about it, the more stingy they are when buying things, which makes all the poor people incomprehensible. Rich people are very hypocritical and live unreal, but they pretend not to care about what they want. Most of them are extravagant, whoring and gambling. Their outlook on life has only two words: Calculate, they all calculate. What kind of family affection and friendship are worthless to them. They look down on the poor from their bones and always think out of their minds to calculate others, which seems to be their commonality. What flows in their bones is not human blood, but stench venom. Rich people like to make public, so they don’t even know their last name. Because they have money; They are often unreasonable and overbearing. They always let the money in their hands turn Qing officials into corrupt officials and good girls into playthings in their hands. Therefore, they are so hypocritical that they cannot understand. Since I was young, I have lived in a pile of rich people, so I have been somewhat affected by them. The good thing is that I spend most of my time living with my grandmother, who often tells me: people should learn to be kind to others. Therefore, I received two kinds of dual education of different human nature. After finishing high school, I have become two kinds of people. I sympathize with the poor and value the superior life of the rich. When I changed from a girl to a mature woman, when I separated from my family to the society and lived in the poor, I really realized that although the poor are poor, their souls are more noble than those of the rich, full. It should be said that I am closer to the poor, because at this time I am experiencing fraud and play by the rich. At this moment, I really understand the power of power and money, the poor! What they will live forever is that kind of scared and gloomy life. It is real life that makes me understand the different outlook on life of the rich and the poor, and it is also a poor word that makes me understand love and hate clearly. I finally understood my father and my mother’s luxury life. Yes, I want to earn money from the rich like my father, which is really good. My mother is really beautiful and natural and unrestrained. One thing she and her father have in common is to attract the likes of the opposite sex; Mother is more attractive than her father. I often see her coaxing those silly men around. Sometimes I really can’t understand her listening to Grandma: When my mother was young, she was a famous beauty near the Fenhe River, and there were countless people chasing her. It is said that she has many unique skills, no matter what kind of man she dares to communicate with; But anyone who dares to play with her will leave her loud slap on the face. So my mother had an artistic nickname: Wild Rose. I have lived with my grandmother since I was young. How did my father and mother get together? Grandma didn’t want to tell me. Until I finished high school, I was still living with my grandmother. My relationship with my grandmother had already surpassed the affection between me and my parents. Grandma was very kind to me. I stopped asking about anything grandma didn’t want to tell me consciously. Really, I respect my grandmother very much. For parents, home is like a bus station. My mother became a bank employee very early. She was in her forties and changed three times a day, just like a young girl with eternal casting. She is really beautiful, and there are always a group of happy men around her. Ah! It turns out that there are many fools in this world! My God, how old is she? Why are there so many silly men chasing her? The world is really wonderful. My mother’s life has always been luxurious. In my opinion, her so-called friends are just a group of hooligans without cultivation and culture. They hold her and coax her all day long, isn’t it because she is beautiful? They are using money and material to corrode her soul and body. Ah! What a terrible group of demons! What kept me mysterious was that my mother’s life and father turned a blind eye. A man could make his women live with a group of hooligans disguised as Saints all day long, how great is it! I am also a woman. There are also many rich hooligans chasing and coaxing. I know the purpose of them is to make me their plaything. Therefore, I decided my attitude towards life, isn’t it just a play word? Good! Then let’s play. Who is afraid of being a fool? I have been wearing those fashionable clothes my mother didn’t wear since I went to middle school, and my classmates all envy me for those beautiful clothes. Because I am also very beautiful, there are also a group of smelly men who hug before and after. They all coaxed me, let me, and held me. I knew it was because I had a beautiful face and a plump body attracting them. All right! Let them follow! In the gangster circle, I also have several good friends, and sometimes they will give me the conditions to do that. Money, it really makes people’s souls go bad. I was almost conquered by money many times. Maybe it was because I didn’t lack money since I was young, so money didn’t play its due role in front of me. The sisters in the circle were conquered by money, and their beauty was hopeless. But money can’t make me move. I look forward to a sunny man who makes my heart beat like my father. But unfortunately, there was no man like my father who made me move until I graduated from the academy. As a woman, it was a failure to get a man who made me move when I was a girl. After graduating from the academy, I should have guarded four high walls and a group of children, but I was not willing to do nothing like this in my life. For the first time, I broke my grandmother’s wish and left my hometown where Fenshui was gurgling and went to a bustling city where no one knew anyone. I walked into the door of some funny mobile communication unswervingly and became an intern. The system of China Mobile is the exploitation system of capitalism. In order to enter its door, I paid a lot of money, not to mention, without any remuneration, and worked for more than ten hours a day, however, all kinds of unreasonable businesses almost made my newly blooming flower dry and invisible. Tired and tired work, long night, cold and cold north wind, it made me seriously think about my future in this lonely and quiet city. Although I am as beautiful as my mother, I don’t have her ability to coax men. In the bustling S city, I experienced the feeling of loneliness and helplessness for the first time in my life. The only man who supported me was a man several years older than me. His name was Liu Er. He is a man without many cultures, and it is Liu Er, who has not many cultures, who entered my spiritual life. I remember the day when I first met him, he appeared in front of me with a smirk in his oily clothes. He knew he was a repairman without introducing Xing. Because it was the introduction of my classmates, I had to accept him on the surface. What I didn’t expect was that it was this old man who filled my psychological emptiness. He said to me: he loved me, and I was absolutely surprised at that time. My mother, do I really want to put this flower on cow dung? He is really as handsome as my father. Therefore, I love the default that he said! We left a phone call after the party. We tried to get along with each other and spent the long depressed time on the phone in the last season of the cold wind roaring in 2010, liu Er seems to be like all men with low-level ideas, who cannot get rid of the demand for sex. He proposed many times to come to S city to live with me. I thought his desire was simply shameless; So I refused him. The reason is very simple. He and I are not the same person at all. According to my heart, as a woman in the early stage of youth, why don’t I want that kind of thing? But I knew in my heart that he was a man who could do that with any woman at will. The reason why I keep in touch with him is just to listen to the local voice and learn more about the changes of my hometown; Let the empty experience fill in. What is he and I? At best, it is just a friend who can chat. Frankly speaking, the person I want to dedicate to must be a man that makes me move. He never made me move for him, so he didn’t have this qualification. However, Liu Er still came, facing Liu Er’s arrival, I avoided. Late winter S city! The cold wind was still roaring recklessly. Lonely, I braved the biting cold wind and wandered around the city aimlessly. I am looking forward to the man who makes me move, and where is this man who makes me move? The cold wind still dances wildly, and I am still in ramble. How dare I go back to my rental house? Let alone face this wishful thinking Liu Er. Suddenly, there was a middle-aged man guarding his book stall on the side of the busy road. From a distance, he looked so handsome, just when I looked at him, I found that he was also casting his eyes on me from time to time. Ah! When his eyes met my eyes again, my whole body was like 1 kW electric current shuttling; My heart was suddenly vibrated by him for the first time, my heart was beating, but my feet walked towards him involuntarily. He sucked me tightly to his side like a magnet. I couldn’t help approaching his book stall, he looked at me intently again. He didn’t say a word to me. His eyes were very friendly; He stared at me for so long. Ah! What kind of man is he that can draw my heart and body to his side? I never knew him. Why did my heart beat faster when I saw him involuntarily? Is he the man I have been looking forward? I think, no, I didn’t mean to read, but the man in front of me who made me feel excited all the time, his tolerance had to make me careerism, and the vanity of pursuing perfection revived again. Although he didn’t say anything, he kept looking at me with his eyes that seemed to be talking, and I seemed to read his heart from his talking eyes; he seemed to have seen through my inner world at this time. The power of his eyes caught me, and I was finally captured by the charm of this man. 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.

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…

Funeral flowers

In the cool and dreamy afternoon, I closed the scroll slowly. With a heavy mood, I took back my mind from “Muslim funeral” with difficulty. My heart was tired, tired and conquered, it was crushed and crushed in the falling flowers in April. Looking at the falling flowers in April, I couldn’t help feeling sad. The Breeze buried the flowers, stirring the sadness and grief that I couldn’t calm down for a long time. Outside the window, there are wisps of fragrance, but the flowers slowly fade away. This is a season with bright and sad hidden, and it is spring. However, my heart was too deep. I struggled in “The funeral of Muslims” and fought hard to resist. I still left my soul in that elegant house with bright moon and cool breeze, walking in the Yan Garden of be covered with snow, walking in the winter of the wind, flowers and snow, walking in the desolate cemetery where Liang Zhu Qin’s voice was long and never abandoned, which was the graveyard of Muslims, go and leave it in the era of war-torn homes. Looking at the falling flowers floating far in the stream, like magic, my eyes, my heart and my soul are drifting away slowly. The story is too sad and beautiful to be extricate themselves, as I walked step by step between the lines, I became a visitor in the story, Tze-Ki Hon, Liang Junbi, Liang Bingyu, Han Tianxing, Han Xingyue, Chu Yanchao, one by one, living in front of me, quietly following behind them, watching their life and death, watching their love, hatred, love and hatred in several generations of the world. Ten years of life and death are boundless, not thinking about it, and I will never forget it. The War of the beacon fire and Wolf Smoke slowly went out, and set foot on the homeland of the old country that had been reunited for a long time. The road was long. It was a wrong combination. Ten years saw a person clearly and thirty years learned about life, everything is an illusion caused by too deep love. Use some decisive words so that you can find some spiritual comfort and turn away silently, leaving the right and wrong place alone. From then on, good gathering and good dispersion have become a kind of cover, and this life is doomed to wander alone. It was like a dream. It was a dream, an almost real dream, in which I did not know that I was a guest. I closed my eyes and groped in that society. Unfortunately, they couldn’t hear my voice. I saw that it was an era of jade, and I saw their Muslim faith, I saw the programmatic ethics on their heads. I saw them silently leaving the world and going to heaven garden. I saw that they fought against the disease and also squeezed a cold sweat for them, I see that they have the right to live and love. I also feel sad for their unfortunate fate. I was involved in the entanglement of their stories and couldn’t get away. In that black and white era, I was sad, miserable and tortuous. After decades of return, it was originally mixed with five flavors, thinking about the full of joy and unspeakable emotions at the sight, but everything was different and even the tombstone was gone, what I saw and heard was just a piece of loess in the deserted cemetery and the soft and illusory violin sound of sadness and sorrow under the moonlight. In the dusk, the sound was like a flower & rain in the sky, crying like a complaint, like a dream like a dream, like a little teardrop, a crescent moon rises slowly, which hurts the old heart of the return. My heart is too heavy and my body is too weak. Under the starry sky with little sadness in the moonlight, I can’t stand the pain, accompanied by the long-lasting mournful sound of violin, I struggled to retreat. Like a long journey, I finally came back. However, the flowers in April were falling and falling, and I felt sad in the gentle breeze.

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…

Reluctant

I can understand the fallen leaves, so I don’t shed the autumn wind and see the Sky clearly. So I don’t shed the clouds and see through the dawn. So I don’t shed the morning and see through the night, so I don’t shed the stars and see through the thick fog, so I don’t shed the loess, look at the river, so I don’t leave the bamboo raft. I hope all the vicissitudes of life will end up sad again. I walked indifferently in the alley, dragging my feeble pace. I could always see the spreading flowers, but I could not hide from the sunset and close the heavy door. The night gave neon indulgence of natural and unrestrained, but lost a whole season of Ningxia. The traces of memory climbed out of the mottled broken walls, and I began to give up. The hair bottle is empty. Reluctant paper plane, it will fall gently, without fireworks or singing. I hate the back, it carries too much loneliness, but why do I like the back again? The kissed forehead touched the unkissed forehead. Oh, I haven’t seen kite for a long time. Clearly remember, the majestic eagle circled in the summer solstice. Which season is that? I forgot. Headache. A little sunshine from the blinds swept through the temperature piercing the slightly rolled shirt with a little strong flavor. The smoke was filled and the cigarettes were exhausted. Green Silk urges white hair. However, how can I bear tears flowing into a river? How can I bear to see your tears streaming down my face. That is the softest place of hedgehog. A bunch of bamboo and a leaf of flowers are willing to block the sand for a lifetime. Fallen leaves meteor, there will be people praying for you, setting up a grave for you and filling you with epitaph.

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…

When I was young, I waited for the flowers to bloom.

The light spring breeze blows a little Cinnabar from the eyebrows, and the flowing light is cut and deleted for a period of prosperity. In the white space of time, listen to the voice of the pointer across the heart. The tears are the old memories of the clouds you gave me; The laughter, passing through the flowing autumn leaves, waiting for a conjugal bliss acquaintance with your heart. Remember the skirt of the past blown by the breeze, recalling you and me at that time, I fell in love at first sight. The apricot flower rain opened the most beautiful meeting. The sentimental eyes of that time, the parting ferry was speechless for several times, but tears flowed first. There are too many cherishes and dislikes, and they want to talk about it. The past 1.1 drops, beautiful memory, decorated the lonely dream. Love, live according to heart; Meaning, take root. The night is like ink, and the window is deeper and heavier. Tonight, I think I can’t sleep all night again. Do you know the feeling of missing someone every minute and second in the quiet night when you can only hear your heartbeat and breathing? It was just like sprinkling salt on the wound. The pain of eroding the bone and heart was magnificent, with a burst of piercing the most fragile nerve endings, and the tears were just like the rain in March. I can’t remember how long the time has passed. The winter is over, the spring is coming, and the summer is coming. Year after year, day after day, there are always gloomy clouds with monsoon blowing. I don’t remember how many days and nights you left me. I only remember that what was left to me was a thin and free back, and the sentence I didn’t have time to say, if you leave, there will be no time later. Obviously, I know that the world is blurred and the fireworks and dust are just Jinghua in a flash, but I am willing to indulge in a endless flower., at present, when flowers are good, you can play songs. it doesn’t matter if he changes tomorrow. Close your eyes and listen to lingque. Lower your head and look at the words in line. Hands bead necklace, string into curtain. So love has no regrets, because once love is too deep. Only when you hate it can you know the pain that you can’t keep together even if you love each other. Who is the three thousand green silk left? It is sorrow to keep cutting. It is not a taste in my heart. In this spring of Xinxin, I am like Jasmine’s mind, which will make your plain white sleeves fragrant. And you will step on the morning dew and lean to my window. Accompany me to see the time is leisurely, the water is still flowing, accompany me, and travel all over the mountains. Thank God for giving us this lovely love. Thanks to the thoughts of the previous life, it was fatalism transmigration that made love continue. When I was young, I thought about it, dreaming with flowers, making notes with the moon, crossing the clouds and stopping beside you. Snowflakes are shining, I am waiting for you in the Mei Lin in the backyard; The sunset is red, I am waiting for you in the evening breeze; The moon is round, I just want to join hands with you. When can I hold an umbrella together and watch the misty rain painting green waves. When can I whisper with you. Look at the falling lights, I don’t know when, I can cut the candle in the west window with you. Bai Xiaomei said: sometimes waiting for a person, waiting too long, will forget his appearance, even his name and surname. Sometimes, waiting for a Lotus to open, waiting too long will make distinct weather and become blurred. However, Lotus will eventually come to meet the appointment every summer, but some people can’t wait for you to spend your whole life. Yes, if you wait too long, time will go away like this, leaving yourself alone to regret. The hope of life is a song of good dreams. After all, you have amazed my time, but there is no gentle time for me. Let a person meet a person, it was in the Buddha front devout chanting Buddha to change back. How happy it is to let one fall in love with another. I envy the company of moon and star. I also envy the lingering between flowers and butterflies. I can’t be with you every day, and I am also silent. Perhaps, the first sight of Pear Flower Rain is the beauty of fireworks. If love is a cage, then I am willing to draw the ground to be a prison. If love is a legend from ages ago, then even if it turns into a butterfly, I will love you deeply in this short life. You know, Xiao music cold is my love for you. The sorrow on the eyebrow is my constant concern for you. Lean all over the bar to dry, thousands of sails are over, all are not, leaving a oblique pulse, and the water is leisurely. Who deeply planted tenderness? Who can understand my love? There is love in the world, and it is not the wind or the moon. Azure is waiting for the smoky rain while I am waiting for you. When I was young, I only wanted to be with you and wait for the flowers to bloom. -Text: Sunset Enear

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…

Autumn, a strong and beautiful…

Autumn wind is heavy, autumn feeling. Wind, touch every inch of skin gently, like your cold hand, caress my bronze cheek. The autumn wind falls all over the ground, weighing thousands and tens of thousands, silently and silently. That is the wings of Fengshen. In early autumn, the weather is still a little warm. The landscape of the Earth is still green. At night, the Moonlight is like water and mirror. You go to the middle of the pond and pick up the remaining lotus seeds yourself. The moon, the cool glow under the wine, was paved into a slightly shiny light yarn, covering the whole pond. On the River Pond, the dense decline leaves are in the sky, and the scenery of the sky and leaves is endless. In the autumn of this year, it will never recover again. The moon is as bright as the Golden Palace in the sky, full of profits. You look up and look at the moon affectionately, with a sad smile on the corners of your mouth. Such a long, long, long, looking, what are you thinking about? Do you miss your relatives who are far away from the end of the world and at the corner of the sea? Do you still not want to feel the faint full moon like your heart, or do you feel sad that your life will be like this autumn leaf. At the end, silent? In the pond, fish are still wandering around. You hold fishnet and gently drip. Fish seem to know your heart and swim to the center of fishnet. Those fish in camouflage clothes, they were wandering around the internet one after another, and they were not comfortable. In fact, your net is laid on the water surface of the pond, leaving a little game for colorful fish quietly. You bend down and admire the lively and lovely water elves in the bright moonlight. You sing the song of Phoenix Legend: I am like a fish in your pond, just waiting for the Manchurian wild rice moonlight with you. After swimming through the four seasons, the flowers are still fragrant, leaving you in the middle of the water. You sing softly, with hoarse sadness floating in your voice. What are you thinking? Is this song touching the softest place in your heart, or do you miss the Moonlight beauty of the lotus pond in the past, or sigh that you can’t live freely in a beautiful world like a fish? The next morning, you came to the River Pond and looked at the Willow weeping, listening to the sound of the birds and the rhythm of the cicada, as if the gentle intoxication was written on your face. In the pond, most lotus leaves have withered and rotted on the water. However, according to me, you pointed to the half green and half yellow lotus leaf excitedly. Look, how clear and bright the water drops above are. The rain last night was really a timely rain. Look, although most of the lotus flowers have been thanked, the flower under your lotus leaf is still open shyly, as if it is cardamom girl who just came out of her boudoir. You took my hand and ran to the other side of the lotus pond. There are many lotus flowers that are not easily discovered by people. It is really beautiful. Pink is revealed in the white, which is like a goddess in Wonderland, immortal and independent, enchanting without affectation, holy, elegant, Noble you pull me, keep talking, the smile on his face is a little less sad than last night, more beautiful. Dear, what are you thinking? Is it the beauty that has not been opened in my heart for a long time that is rippled by the beautiful lotus flowers like poems in front of me? Is it the last time that I am determined not to be sad any more and spend the rest of my deep love with me? Or is there a little light of hope burning a strong soul in your heart? In late autumn, in the boundless cold, in the falling leaves, and in your growing weakness, it finally came. You and I came to the river pond again, but all the scenery was no longer there. The Willow was cut off, and the River Pond was dead and boring. Wind blowing, I will add clothes for you. The fish did not know where to swim; There were long hairy algae floating on the water. A cleaner pulled the dead lotus leaves to the shore with a bamboo hook, and the other went deep into the pond, sorting the lotus leaves and lotus seedpod over and over again. Several children found lotus seedpod in a large pile of lotus leaves and dug out lotus seeds. At this time, your face is calm without any pain. You said to me in anger: dear, do I look like this bleak pond now? No, in my heart, you are the most beautiful, you have a kind heart, God will bless you! Dear, look at that lotus seed, it will be buried deep in the soil next year. In early summer, it must be the lotus leaves in the pond Dancing with the wind, and the lotus flowers in the pond are slightly fragrant, it’s time for the empty butterfly bees to spread pollen! Then, you must be strong and live until early summer next year. Let’s look at the flower of life in a season! You were tired, lying next to me on the grass full of yellow flowers, and fell asleep unconsciously. For a long time, I called you, but you never woke up, and the wig fell on the grass. I hugged you and cried bitterly. My wife, why are you so miserable? Why are you so cruel? I left late autumn without saying goodbye. I stood on your grave, I will send you a withered lotus seedpod, so that you in heaven can become a fragrant and elegant lotus in early summer, and I will come to this pond, the pulse looks at you affectionately, as if you are in front of my eyes again, my wife beside me, autumn is your love language, autumn is your soul, autumn is your strong and beautiful heart. I will live well and bring you and my common beautiful memories.

Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour

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