Pursue

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

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

Zan (prose editor: dripping ink into injury) Phoenix mountain spring outing

After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon…

Enter June

In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

The confusion of summer night

I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool…

Love story

Lover dies, lover…

My adolescence!

My friends all say that I don’t have puberty, because I haven’t been in love and I haven’t experienced what I should have experienced during puberty! Don’t laugh at me, maybe it’s my appearance? It may also be because of my poor expression. No boy has confessed to me, of course! I have never expressed myself to others. Maybe it was my natural shyness and shy character that led me to say something out of love and dare not boldly, so I feel very sorry now. In fact, I have several unrequited lovers, but I didn’t even tell my best friend, because I was shy. I wrote this thing here to express my inner feelings. I hope people who know me don’t see it! Hey Hey.

When I was in the first grade of junior high school, there was a little boy in front of my desk. I still remember that he didn’t look good, but it gave people a clean and warm feeling. He borrowed a pen from me, ben, something, gradually we got familiar with each other and started to go crazy together. I liked him a little bit, but after a few weeks, I heard that he had a girlfriend, moreover, I was in the sixth grade. I was very sad, but there was no way to rob someone’s boyfriend. I couldn’t do it yet, so I declared that my first unrequited love failed! After a year, in my second grade, my back table was also a little boy. He was dark but handsome. I felt a little excited about him, but because of my character, I dare not express myself. I just fell in love with him. He often yearned for borrowing mirrors and combs and always robbed me of delicious food. Although I showed that I was filled with fried hair, but my heart was secretly happy, so he had a girlfriend again, what about me! Failed again!

This is my two unsuccessful unrequited love, not the adolescence of love! I hope everyone has love to say it out loud, not like me, leaving regrets! In addition, I wish you all find someone you like in 2014 and find true love! Wish you a heart, white heads are not separated.

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…

I only hope that you are a scenery and grow in the place of my way.

Lin Huiyin said: If you are well, it will be sunny. Love was born pure, such as lotus flowers, which were simple and elegant, swaying in the summer breeze, stretching and dancing in the autumn wind, blooming and binding, flowers blooming and falling, such as clear and clear seasons, not contaminated with a trace of dust from the world. I only wish you a scenery, a person, a city, an ancient town with thousands of years of wind and rain, a pavilion and a pavilion, and a green slabstone Road with mottled footprints of time. Countless people lingered in the smoky rain scenery here. Countless people walked under the Daiwa pink wall here. Countless people left their affectionate long songs in the smoky rain and clear water here. Among the past people, there are passers-by who pass by in a hurry, literati who read carefully, and old friends who come back far away. In the south of the Yangtze River in March, the smoke and rain are misty, and the fog is misty. The rain and fog are like the rain Lane written by Dai Wangshu. The woman holding an oiled paper umbrella in the rain and hesitating alone seemed so melancholy and sentimental. There is no gentle wave in Xu Zhimo Kang River, and there is no Lin Huiyin. You are calm and calm in the world in April. Xu Zhimo said: You are the April day of the world; The smile lights up the wind on all sides; The light spirit dances and changes in the glory of spring and spring. You are the clouds in the morning of April. The wind is soft at dusk, the stars are flashing unintentionally, and the rain drips in front of the flowers. That light spirit, that Yan Ting, you are; You wear the crown of fresh Yan flowers; You are naive and solemn; You are the full moon at night. The piece of goose yellow after snow melting, you look like; The green of fresh bud, you are; Tender, joyful water light floating the White Lotus you expect in your dream. You are a tree-by-tree blossom, a swallow whispering among Liang; You are love, warmth, and a poem; You are the April day of the world! Lin Huiyin is a city, an ancient city with simplicity and elegance, and full of western thoughts. She is light and beautiful. She is like a blooming tree by tree, growing in the south of the Yangtze River and blooming in the world. The fragrance of flowers is flowing with the Lingxiu of Jiangnan, mixed with the gentle waves in Kang River. Like a swallow whispering between Liang, flying in the March of early spring, it is clear and elegant, and like green lotus floating with dark fragrance in the lotus pond. It is noble, quiet, elegant and picturesque, such as Zen. She is a scenery that cannot be avoided. In the world, even a free and easy poet like Zhimo can’t do it. She waved her hand and didn’t take away a cloud of color, after all, Xu Zhimo threw herself in front of her fragrant petals and was willing to be a weed of Zhu Kang River, chatting with her with the Stars. Blinger’s heart is as peaceful as water and Lotus. No matter how the world changes and how the world floats, her heart is still a beautiful scenery, and she can still be calm as a Lotus. She was the scenery in the eyes of countless people, but only belonged to three people. Xu zhimo was swaying with her in the city, poetic and picturesque, blooming and prosperous, giving her a hot first love, liang Sicheng lived in the city and guarded the blinger woman with the soft time of his life, which seemed steadfast and calm. Jin Yuelin stayed at the edge of the ancient city and regarded her as an indispensable scenery, waiting silently for her whole life. Because she knew that she didn’t want to walk in because of true love. Maybe this was the best ending. She put the three most important men in her life in different positions and gave different care, they are all love, but love is so sober and clear. Lin Huiyin is a woman who knows how to measure. She understands that time is a Shadowless Sword. Sometimes she will stab others because of your carelessness. She didn’t want anyone to get hurt, let alone make her heart incomplete. So she always chooses to come at the right time and leave in the right time. Only when I grew up did I finally understand that some people are a scenery. After seeing it, I will leave after swimming and will not be able to meet again. Some people are a city, and one day you will come back here, not prosperous, not bold, but makes you feel very steadfast. Xu Zhimo gave Lin Huiyin poetry and love, but he could not give Lin Huiyin a stable home and an ordinary life. Maybe as he said, he did not know Lin Huiyin well enough! Or as Lin Huiyin said, what Zhimo loves at present is not the real me, but the Lin Huiyin depicted by romantic poetry. No matter what the result is, even in the eyes of Tagore and the world, it is a pity that a perfect match beauties cannot be combined, which is irrelevant. Life always has to miss and meet, which makes it interesting. Just like a cup of fragrant tea, sweet is the top grade. Liang Sicheng was a city. He built a solid nest in the city. He believed that the swallow flying far away would return one day. He birds flying and nestling together with him between Liang and whispered. When he arrived, he turned a landscape into a city, which had their footprints, the light and shadow of predecessors, the confusion of years, the fresh breeze, the bright moon and the long flow of water, xiaojia Jasper. I think this spring, there must be a lot of people competing to go to the south of the yangtze river to find flowers blooming and perceive the south of the yangtze river, but I don’t know how many people will remember that there was once a woman, it is an indispensable scenery in the south of the yangtze river. Her name is lin huiyin. She was born in the south of the yangtze river and raised in the south of the yangtze river. She is a curved stream in the south of the yangtze river. She twists and turns around the corridor in the noise of the world, she is a branch of willow along the river. The Willow is full of silk, which ignites the green of life for the people in the past. Wherever she passes, it is full of pure light and fragrance in the time of life. I didn’t go, not I couldn’t, but I knew that jiangnan had always been my hometown, so I still wanted to regard her as a place where she grew up in my way. After a trip back travling far, take a look at the scenery like Lotus and Zen, adding a peace to the last time of life, which is really put down.

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…

The south wind knows my meaning and dreams about Xizhou

Yimei goes to Xizhou and sends it to Jiangbei. Single shirt apricot red, double-head Crow young color.

Where is the western continent, two oars bridge head crossing. At dusk, the wind blows the Ulva tree. Under the tree is the door, and the door is exposed. Open the door and go out to pick red lotus. In the autumn of Nantang, lotus flowers pass the head. Lower your head to get lotus seeds. Lotus seeds are as clear as water. In the sleeve of Lotus, Lotus Heart is red. Recalling Lang Lang’s arrival, he looked up at Fei Hong. Hongfei Manchuria, Hope Lang to go to the green house. I can’t see it from the high sight of the building. It’s handrail head. The railing is twelve songs, and the hanging hand is as clear as jade. The roller shutter is empty, and the sea water is green. The Sea Dream is leisurely, and I am also worried. The south wind knows my meaning and dreams about western continent. The Southern folk song “Song of the western islet” encountered a light music, and the single was played in a loop. Music flows from the heart, full of gentle lingering, nine Qu ileal. In fact, I have heard this song faintly before, but I just don’t know the name of the song. My colleague Shan told me that this song was called “missing across time and space”, and suddenly I suddenly realized. This song from light to thick, and then from thick to light, as if to bring people from the distant past life to the present, and from the present to the blurred afterlife. Across the three lives, no matter the feelings are strong or weak, the string lifted in the heart still plays the ancient lovesickness. Ouyangxiu said: life itself has love, and this hate is not the wind or the moon. Yes, most of the time, a piece of music, a paragraph of text and a scenery will make people feel sad and remind people of the time when you were a bamboo horse I am plum. Lovesickness has never been sent. From ancient times to present, the taste of this cup of wine is the same, but different people in different dynasties interpret the same story. All the stories have a sweet and beautiful beginning. If a lover can be married and can be accompanied day and night, then the days will be as calm as water and calm, then there will be no unforgettable lovesickness. It is precisely because there are various barriers in the world that lovers love each other but cannot keep together. They have to face parting, so every day together will seem precious. In the Southern Dynasty more than one thousand years ago, there was a young woman who once put the south wind to blow her lovesickness to the western continent where the lover was. It was a few later early spring, and the plum blossom in the corner had been opened by Ling Han alone. Seeing things and thinking, I remembered that my lover had plum blossoms in the snow with her. The past is vivid, but today’s lover is not around. He has to go to the western continent in Jiangbei to make a living. A loving couple was separated from each other. She lost Idsmay yuan and asked him to send it to him far away in Xizhou. I hope he can understand Mei’s heart when he sees her. Spring is coming again and again, without any news from him. But she was looking forward to the day when her lover would suddenly appear in front of her. A woman is a person who likes herself. She dresses herself up beautifully every day and only wants to leave the most beautiful moment to him. She put on the apricot red spring clothes, combed with the Crow-colored bun, and the fresh Yan was like the apricot flower, cutting and waiting for his return. She waited alone from winter to spring, and then from spring to summer. Her lover still didn’t come back. She was nothing but a shadow. Lovesickness made her look thinner. Only the Lonely Bird of labor was accompanying her. Miss him, from day to night; Read him, from night to dawn. She sank in the mud of lovesickness, so that the wind blew down the rustle of leaves Triadica sebifera the door. She mistakenly thought it was the footsteps of lover’s return. She hurried to open the door to meet with joy, and the result was an empty joy. In order to avoid the neighbor’s eyes, not to be too embarrassed, but also to relieve the lonely lovesickness in her heart, she had to go out to the lake to collect Lotus by reason. Woman, when you are alone, you can miss each other until the end of the world, but you have to dry your tears, paint delicate makeup, and devote yourself to work. In the door, Lu Cuiyan, a word revealed that she was eager and shy. She opened the door for looking forward to her lover. This sentence described the scene that she wanted to see but was ashamed to see, and she wanted to see without looking at it, and accidentally revealed Cui Di. Love for lovers is also shown in a show. Open the door and go out to pick red lotus. At this moment, she was filled with mixed feelings, deep thoughts and embarrassed mentality. On the Lake of the boat, the lotus is higher than the human head; Reach for the Lotus, and the lotus seed is mature. The character of the lover is as clear as water as the lotus seed, which makes people love it. Hide the stripped lotus seed in your arms, just like holding a lover in your chest. Lover, Lover, you know that a woman loves your heart with sincerity and perseverance; You know that a woman who loves you is waiting for you in Nantang; When will you take the steps of turning back? Lower your head to get the lotus seed, the lotus seed is as clear as water; In the sleeve of the Lotus, the Lotus Heart is red. Zhu Ziqing once quoted this sentence in his moonlight over the lotus pond. However, whenever I think of this poem, there will be a ups and downs in my heart. She thought of him in her mind, full of his figure. But he was not in front of his eyes, could not see, could not touch, and the lovesickness surging in his heart almost drowned her. From spring to autumn, he heard nothing. I don’t know if he has received the plum. I don’t know what fettered his return, and his heart was full of dismay. Looking up, I saw Feihong flying all over the sky. Autumn is coming, even wild geese know when you can return to your hometown, lover? Full of lovesickness can’t be sent. Please take Hongyan to miss you. However, none of Feihong brought your news in Western continent. The tide of missing in her heart was surging. She indulged in the struggle and almost suffocated. Climb the high-rise building to overlook, hoping that there will be a lover in the sailing is coming back. However, from dawn to evening, it is not even a thousand sails. She had no choice but to put herself on the railing and sighed with her hands. Her heart was filled with loneliness and melancholy. Roll up bead curtain and look far away, only HADAY are connected, a vast expanse. She was lonely, tall and green, but had nothing to do with herself. In the heaven and earth, only the love and care for the lover are lingering in my heart. A kind of lovesickness, two leisure worries, she knew that the lover who was far away from Xizhou must also miss themselves in Nantang. They were in love with each other and were full of love, just like The Endless River. The sea of humanity is less than half of lovesickness. There are still ends in the sea, and lovesickness has no side. Her surging thoughts for her lover are surging in her heart, like the east of the great river, vast and endless. Someone sent Mei to me, but the lover didn’t see it; The lover didn’t receive the letter from tofeihong; Now only this feeling of missing can be entrusted to the south wind that can blow to the western continent where the lover is located, I hope that my lover can know his concern and can turn back early to reunite with himself. This “song of the western islet” is the longest lyric poem in the folk songs of Yuefu in the Southern Dynasty. It expresses a woman’s long lovesickness to her lover from early spring to late autumn, from reality to dream. The whole poem is full of strong life atmosphere and vivid emotional color. It can be called the Nonsuch in the Southern Dynasty’s love poems by hiding thoughts, supporting things to express love and charming style. Li Bai said: Sauvignon Blanc, destroy the heart and liver, dream soul can’t reach the difficulty of Guan Shan. Tonight, her dream soul, riding on the wings of the South Wind, flew over the vast rivers and waters and came to the western continent. However, the dew at night was too heavy and wet her wings. She flew too heavy and tired. I don’t know if her lover is ready for her to warm up and wipe away the damp all over. Waiting is the inevitable fate of a woman at some moment. Not for men, but for love! 2014.4.18 Zan (prose editor: Ke Er) Phoenix mountain spring outing

After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon…

Enter June

In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

The confusion of summer night

I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool…

Love story

Lover dies, lover…

Appointment for April

The early autumn in the North is still a piece of green. On the endless plain, the declining Green is connected to the blue sky. However, it has lost the charm of the past alluring fresh green. On the silver birch blade, a light yellow just appeared, indicating that late autumn is coming. The moonlight in autumn is as cool as water, flowing on the boundless wheat waves, making people feel comfortable and comfortable. In the autumn grass, a pair of overlapping autumn insects shook their wings and groaned passionately when they were happy. Although the sound was very light and light, it penetrated my soul. The world outside them did not exist. Perhaps, giving is possession, possession is giving. When affection and love is interpreted as such pleasure, it is such greed, such thrilling and selfish. This is the eternal reason, because it is the continuation of life, the gift of nature, and there is no power to resist. I don’t know who made that autumn flower look sad, which made people feel heartbroken and heartbroken. I was at a loss and at a loss. I think it must not be me. People have menopause, and that autumn flower also has a more seasonal period. This is a natural change. It must be natural that she is so sad. The farmers were sharpening their knives, and the sound made people shudder. They were going to harvest in the autumn. I seem to see the silver sickle waving on the vast land, the knife light set off the rolling silver waves, so crazy, so ruthless. During the time, everything on the Earth came into their pockets. The Golden and plump land suddenly became unobstructed and naked. Therefore, I prayed to God in my heart to let those farmers leave that autumn flower and that pair of happy autumn insects when harvesting. In such autumn, I made an early appointment for April of the next year. The first snow in early winter buried the last green vitality in autumn, but I didn’t feel lost and melancholy. When winter came, another season was sent away, and April was not far away. I stood on the vast snow field, just like the bare old tree with heavy snowflakes hanging on my body, but the ruthless cold could not freeze my eyes on April, although my waiting is like a long and cold winter. In the north of April, there are still pieces of residual snow. The grass has not turned green and the flowers have not yet opened, but the spring love in April is surging under my feet. In April, we whispered under an umbrella and let the April rain wet the floret umbrella and our clothes. In April, she helped me stagger up on the slippery stone steps and went to the top of the mountain to enjoy the beautiful scenery in the dim rain. It was the figure of us in the scenery, only in this way can it be so delicate and deep, just like a landscape painting that can bear human aftertaste. In April, she helped me slowly go down the mountain to see the waves rolling in the three rivers. Our body and posture reflected in the river. The River suddenly lost its waves and became clear, flowing slowly, the spring water of the three rivers, yijiang love. In April, this period of support condensed a lot of deep feelings, written into natural paintings, touched the spring water of Sanjiang. I think, as long as the mountains and rivers are often used, our love will not grow old. A great writer once wrote that April is a love thrown away after playing. Fuck him! He knows what love is. Let God save his sad and poor soul without love! In the future, I will not make an appointment with April, and I will sign an eternal agreement with April.

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…

To our youth that will eventually pass away

There are many things in life that are in vain. Just like youth, although in vain, it has lived in people’s hearts for the longest time, lingering, missing that young age, missing it… just like I don’t know why I broke up, we are all confused. After the agreement, it is different from the reality. The scenery of the Four Seasons is constantly changing. From being unwilling and unhappy to now, the mood is just a faint heartache without too much touch. He is still the one who has not changed for me. Then I changed for him and was different from myself before. You are not wrong, the wrong one is always me, I just always use my own way to manage our love. The so-called way is just a symbol of my selfishness. I don’t deserve your love. Long love, self-confidence without reason, little secret in youth, love is clearly within reach, but lost in inexplicable, if time goes back, what you want most… I thought you would let me stay, but you didn’t. There is not a word to retain, just turn around and leave me. I may not be willing, why do you like it clearly, why do you want to leave. You said you didn’t care. But you don’t know that I always care, care that I used to cry every day, care about a person in the place where you used to stay, listening to the familiar melody while crying like rain, like a fool, he walked and cried profusely. I thought you would tell me, but you didn’t. I thought we would be fine, but no. I miss our past, and some people say that they are dissatisfied with the reality. There is no dissatisfaction with the reality, but there is a person, the person you like, accompanying yourself. It’s just a lonely heart longing for the person who once loved me to be around. There is someone who can play coquetry and have a shoulder to lean on. It has been strong for a long time and is very tiring. I know this is not good, but what can it do? I have been forcing myself to move forward, but with you behind me, I always look back inadvertently to see if you are behind me. It turns out that you didn’t. After you said goodbye, you went so decisively that I couldn’t find you when I looked back. I know, you are still the proud you and my pride, I don’t know.

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…

Read the ice and snow, dance with you

Light inkstone side ink, quietly pick up Idsmay. How many Sun and Moon have you been stationed in the rain and Dawn? How many reincarnation have you stayed in because of the ice and snow. Pour the lifetime Watch into the tip of the pen, as long as the world is far away, and as long as the time changes. You, are still my constant attachment. If life never meets, maybe, I won’t pile up all the words just to depict a fairy tale that knows each other. If life never meets, maybe, I won’t hurt one keyboard, just to remember a person who knows me and knows me. You said, you love ice and snow. Therefore, I often expect that there will be such a winter day with smart snowflakes floating outside the window. In the room, I hold fragrant tea with you and sit quietly. Watching the ups and downs in the Cup, listening to the snow knocking on the window, keeping a plain acquaintance together, speaking with the soul and getting old with time. At that moment, my dream was blooming in your eyes like water; My soul was intoxicated in your burning heartbeat. Let us stay away from the secular noise, quietly, and do not interfere with others. As long as you have you, you will be very devout to support you in your heart and let your thoughts fly with the words. The dusty memories are opened one by one, and the clear picture is played back slowly in the mind with infinite attachment and beautiful pain. We are bound by words and cherish each other because there are too many similarities in each other’s fate. A kind of tacit understanding of the soul often makes us say the same sentence together; A kind of distant thoughts often make us feel a kind of mutual knowledge integrated into life. Just like two tired solitary wild goose, they found a harbor to stop in each other’s thoughts. Being honest and relative and holding each other silently is enough because true love is not a kind of satisfaction of carnal desire, nor a romance of eternal love. But a call from the heart, the life of the soul depends on each other. The body is just a carrier of the soul, and this life is just a continuation of the previous life. I firmly believe that you are the Yao Qin of my previous life. This life is only for me. Listen to me once again to touch the heartstrings. You will spoil me with your love. Use your love to keep me warm. If life is a piece of white paper, then your love is the most beautiful Danqing on this paper. However, in this life, how can I write to lock you into my poem. In the afterlife, how can I find it, so that you can not rub shoulders with me. Perhaps, meeting you is doomed to be a sad and beautiful feast; Perhaps, falling in love with you is doomed to be the fall of a lifetime. I know that I can’t walk out of the corridor of your life for the time of my life. I know that I can’t carve out the beautiful notes you gave me after reading all this ice and snow. If the warmth of life can be measured by love, then can you combine your name with my life? If you don’t come, I am not old. If you make a lifetime, I will promise a lifetime. Let me spend all my life with you; Read all the ice and snow of this life and dance with you!

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…

Don’t ask for continuous branches, wish to become Branch protection grass

I can’t forget, there was once you; I can’t forget, there was once a meeting of me, once sincerely, a human face peach flower. In this life, there is no chance to become a branch. I hope to become a branch of grass, no regrets, and protect your life. —– Inscriptions often lean on the window, measure our distance with thoughts, and write down the lines of flowers and wind and rain, hoping to indulge with you in the most fireworks world. Friends always say: what kind of woman is it, let your words stick graceful tears. Yes! I rub you into my heart, carve you into Lotus, and protect you from wind and frost in your life in the name of father. Because I love you, my fingertips bent the end of the pen. However, they don’t understand that you are only a green lotus Buddha front, only to love a little fireworks in the world, then you have this encounter of the red dust. For you, I am just a wind and snow moon on the road clouds, but for me, I can’t get out of the painting. You are my ribs, and my whole body hurts when I move; It is my unspeakable injury, a thousand lines of tears. I love you, love a whole once. When I think about it, I feel sad and the roads are red and dusty. How many people form a branch just because of one look back, but clearly true love is just a memory. Perhaps, I have always been deeply in love and have a shallow fate. When the sea of people meets with thousands of mountains and rivers, the graceful woman like Lotus is only the mark of time in the end. I spent all my strength in exchange for only half a lifetime of memories. The heart of the falling flowers that you want to talk about and rest is gradually drifting away in the fleeting years. If we meet only in the month at that time, where is the love in the world? In front of you, I am humble to the dust, and then a flower opens, just to let you have a moment of nostalgia in the fragrance of flowers. I don’t blame you, you are absent with lovesickness in the appointed flowering period; I don’t blame you, let me have endless melancholy in the age of poetry and wine. Falling Flowers and flowing water may not be negative. We are just separated by a cloud of water. Once parted lives never parted love; Today’s coast to coast. As soon as you turn around, I bow my head, the flowers are still there, people Yimo. In the past of this period of clouds and water, it can’t be written that in the golden age, how many flowers have become old dreams and love to the end is just a person’s lamp and fire. After years, do you still remember whether you will properly collect our stories when you make a promise for your young life. On three-Life Stone, I earnestly knelt on Buddha front and made a wish: in this life, I don’t ask for continuous branches, I hope to become a branch of grass, and make you feel good all your life. Text/Wolong Zan (prose editor: dripping ink into injury) 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…

Looking back, I have you in my dim light

In life, there will always be one person who will let you stay far away and wait, silent, silent, not surprised, not disturbed. The petals of the broken thoughts in the bottom of the heart are floating alone in the flow of time, and there is no need to fall in love or pour into the city. ——- Remember some past years, although it has been long-standing and light. In the warm spring day, there is no need for the spring breeze to blow. That old word is swaying in the silent night. I sigh in my heart, your warmth is like beautiful petals one by one, filling the path of my memory. Lin Huiyin said: on the stem of memory, no one has three or two flowers with emotion, which are undestined to unfold. In my years, although there is only one season of watching, but the sincerity and warmth, in my eyes, the heart is full of fragrance. However, the brilliance of that moment, fleeting, recalled, still warm heart. Bai Xiaomei said: time is like water, and things are shifting. Many personnel go their separate ways and do not know where they are. Fate is a magical River, in which we paddle and float, heading in their respective directions. In the future without agreement, it will meet unexpectedly one day. It’s like a past of the previous dynasties, a opera with years of experience and an ancient book. Being dyed by mixed fireworks and washed by the sad and warm world, there is still a kind of peace between the end of the world and the end of the world. Sitting at the Ferry of the years, leaning lightly against the lintel of spring, reading other people’s stories, streaming their tears and understanding some right and wrong. Listen to the dust with low eyebrows, listen to the dust and mud rippling in the spring breeze, the kind of light broken, I don’t know whether it woke up the silence of this moment or caused the drunk in the yearning. In this warm season, listen to a Narcissus quietly pulling out, watch an early spring apricot blooming branches, warm a pot of light tea, listen to a song of guzheng, in order to meet a chance, be indifferent. In this vigorous early spring, the leisure sorrow created in the reinforced concrete faded, walked into the red dust of the countryside, and enjoyed a return to the original nature in harmony and tranquility, leave a infatuation in your mind and transfer for thousands of years. At midnight, he held a cup of light tea and listened to blossom in the field in a melodious song “high mountains and rivers. With a woman’s shallow mind, she walked through the leisurely ancient poems. The beautiful feelings rolled up in the quiet night, flowing alone in the river of time. Outside the window, the tipsy spring breeze tapped the window sill, and the Starlight was as cool as water. Tonight, I want to be a woman in Song Ci, wandering under the garden and drunk alone. Who sent the Golden Book in the cloud? When I came back goose, how could the West Building of the Moon go forward and have a wisp of lovesickness? Wu Yin was so charming in the constant drunk across the Xishan Mountain. Who is the white hair? Collect the flowers full of love and smile skillfully. Use a delicate heart-shaped glass box to hold warm flowers. When we get out these beautiful petals and smell the fragrance of amber in the past few years, there will be a lot of interest in the flowers by then. In recent years, the wind and clouds are still quiet. In time, I pursue some dark fragrance in the past. Everything smiles lightly between my eyebrows and eyes, and there are light marks between my lips and teeth. In the night of the spring, a low eyebrow whispered: Looking back, I have you in the dim light.

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…