Bianhua

Dianhua, also called lycorisradiata, is the flower of heaven depicted in Buddhist scriptures. He likes bianhua, which is very sad and beautiful. When people talk about lycorisradiata, they always feel sad and beautiful like poppies. His love for bianhua stems from its implication: love is not cause and effect, and fate is doomed to life and death. He and she met on the Internet, a gentleman’s acquaintance, in a flash of years. Their friendship is as clear as water and spotless. Get along peacefully for three years in a flash. They are like buddies, in the same boat, treating each other with all sincerity. He was not very talkative and seemed to have never attracted her special attention. She didn’t think much about him either, as if their friendship would never stir up waves. Gradually, I don’t know when this friendship began to become ambiguous. Every night, they all speak wanan in English! Every morning when they wake up with their eyes open, they will pick up their cell phones first and say good morning to each other. Then she always asks him if he just woke up? He will say that I have been cat with you! At this time, her knowing smile, an indescribable sweetness, will hit her heart, and the tacit beauty of each other overflows the whole heart. Both of them said that they would rather be two parallel wire that never intersect and do not intersect, so that they could walk side by side forever. If you don’t hold hands, your heart will move forward silently. She began to like this hazy feeling, and he also began to appreciate this mysterious and silent emotion. I always hold that person in my heart. I never say love, but I deeply care about each other. It seems that there is a long distance between them, but I clearly feel that they are so close to each other. At night, no matter how long she is online, he will wait for her. In the network, he has no good friend except her. Sometimes when she chatted and watched the space, he had nothing to do, so he could only listen to songs and watch movies. He may feel a little sad occasionally, but he has no complaints. He likes her quiet and amorous feelings. She likes his depth and devotion. Like it, sometimes it seems that Biai is more beautiful. Beauty is like the other side of the spring, with white flowers, like frost and snow. It is as beautiful as the burning land on the other side of autumn, like fire, in full swing. 2 he raised a lycorisradiata plant in front of the window. This Flower likes scattered light and does not like strong light, just like his character does not like to be publicized. He said he would go to see her when lycorisradiata was in full bloom. She said fool, bianhua opened only once in ten years, one thousand years and one thousand years. He said he was not afraid, as long as there was a deadline, he could wait. On that moonlit night, they finally turned the English wanan into the Chinese I love you. Their hearts are connected by a bad word spoken by Chinese. They are so excited and sweet. It turns out that having a love is so beautiful. He was so kind to her that he didn’t ask for anything in return, tolerant her, indulged her and followed her. Every time there is a contradiction, he will first say sorry, I was wrong. She is also gentle, virtuous and considerate to him. For him, she is willing to go offline early and talk with him. They are enjoying the happiest love in each other’s quiet world. In the days to come, their love will be deeper and sweeter, and there will be few quarrels. Even if they have a little unhappiness, they will soon disappear. It seems that every time, he gave in quickly. In fact, he used to have many netizens, many groups and management. However, for her sake, in order to make this affection forever, he returned all the groups. He didn’t use that number, and he re-registered one. There was only one person on that number, that person is her. No matter day or night, he hung this number with his mobile phone. He wants her to find him all the time. When she wants to talk, she can see as long as she looks up. They waited calmly and happily for this deep feeling of love but not meeting each other. They still woke up every morning and called each other’s names, they are still satisfied with this love that they love deeply but cannot be together. With her love, he feels that he is a happy man, with his pet, she feels that she is the happiest woman in the world. He didn’t care whether he met or not. He said that even if he didn’t see her all his life, he loved her as much as he did. She doesn’t care if he has money and power. She only loves his heart. They fell in love for another three years. The pot of lycorisradiata in front of his window grew silently in the depth of time. The witness’s sad and beautiful love. He prayed that the flowers would bloom on the other side and would like to go to the tea with her. 3 their love is more and more unforgettable, of course, occasionally there will be light waves. He paid a lot, including freedom, including dignity. He was willing to stay with her for her sake. She also paid a lot. This effort is sincere, true, and a lifetime of ownership. Gradually, he may get used to this kind of love. Gradually, he feels that he has no self in front of her. He wants to be a man, not to be free, but to feel that he should have his own character. Over the years, for her sake, it seems that she has lost herself. For her sake, he seems to have changed himself. Once, they quarreled for a small matter. He was no longer as tolerant as in the past. He asked every sentence, and his words were clinging. He did not give in every word. She cried bitterly and stopped saying a word. She thought he would come to her to forgive her. However, he seemed to have no sympathy and didn’t coax her like every time to make her not angry. No apology, no sorry. She was disappointed and felt that he no longer loved her as he used to. Her heart broke into powder in that dark night. She didn’t sleep all night on the Internet, she felt that this person was no longer the original one, so she decided to leave. She was no longer online, he couldn’t find her name, and the only person in his QQ was gone at the moment. His heart was very painful and painful. Without her, how did he spend the long night? Without her, he knew that he was so afraid of loneliness. In fact, all his tolerance and tolerance to her, cherish and favor her, which somehow made her become a habit. Sometimes she also asked her heart whether she loved this habit? In his world, his eyes, his heart, only her, this has become a habit. Without her, he lost his mind. His heart was suddenly empty and there was no sustenance. He began to regret, regretting that he treated such a person who loved him. On the afternoon of the next day, he got through her phone. She just cried. Hearing his familiar voice on the phone, her tears surged even more. One sentence at the end of the phone is more than a thousand words. He smiled and talked with her about the situation of the day. Everything yesterday seemed to have never happened. They are reconciled again. As for whether they are reconciled or not, only the heart knows. Sometimes, love is a habit. If you get used to changing, love will change its taste. In fact, he didn’t tell her a strange thing, that is, the other shore flower he raised suddenly withered overnight on the night she left. His heart was Haggard the next day with the withering of the flowers on the other bank. Looking at the dying flowers on the other bank, he made up his mind to nurture them carefully and make them bloom beautiful and moving flowers. 4 In fact, that time really hurt her. To this end, she was seriously ill. In the later period of time, she no longer said Love. Because she is not an easy person to say love, love or not, she wants to ask her heart. Heart says love, she says Love, heart says no love, she does not say. More often, she didn’t know whether she loved or not. As long as she has a little bad heart, she will not say love against her will. She has her personality. She is no longer a happy and carefree angel, and she begins to become silent. He still loved her, loved her and spoiled her as always. She just wanted time to dilute the wound. She didn’t know whether she hadn’t forgiven him yet, whether she regarded love too perfectly without any flaw. She asked him if he was too picky, too sharp and domineering to give others a chance. He said he was not good and failed her, and said let’s start again. She knew in her heart that without him, she would never have feelings with anyone again, because she could not afford to lose. She also knew that he was the only one in her heart. She said that we had already started and were always in progress. They made up again. He said he would love her forever. She said that love is easy to keep each other difficult, with a lifetime promise, promise to start? He said that my promise would be confirmed by action. I am not asking for anything more, just to let me see your existence! Because there is still love in my life, he also told her that he saw her offline that day and couldn’t find her shadow in QQ. He kept refreshing and refreshing, how I hope to see her QQ flashing. He doesn’t ask her to talk to him, as long as he can see that she is still there. Hearing this, she felt distressed. Since then, her QQ has never left his sight. As a result, she no longer cared about what was right or wrong, and the past was over. Time could make up for everything, including injury and pain. It was also really strange that his bianhua grew stronger and stronger in the days to come. He occasionally took photos and sent them to her, and her heart was so warm. She saw that the flowers on the other bank had grown bones. He knew that lycorisradiata would be in full bloom. He suddenly understood that the flowers on the other shore were watered with love. 5 they had an agreement that they met when they met each other for ten years. He said that at that time, the flowers on the other shore would bloom. But in the eighth year of their acquaintance, in a warm spring season, he flew to her city and met her. No surprise, no embarrassment. As if they were no stranger, it seemed that they were already familiar with each other. She said that lycorisradiata should not be opened yet, right? Why did you come to the appointment before it was time? He said that he was afraid that he would grow old if he waited any longer. She said that her heart was already old while waiting. He felt a little lost and blamed himself. He always thought that he was keeping his promise and respecting her choice. He did not expect that he was shackled by his promise. But he heard her next sentence, which made him smile. She said that although my heart was old in the waiting, it seemed that at this moment when I saw you, I was young again! They went to many cities together, looked at the Sea, went to the grassland, went to the desert, and walked through the forest. Finally, they sat under the coconut tree on the seaside of Hainan, facing her and said, “Will you marry me? Otherwise, we are really old. She didn’t look at him, just looked at the distant sea. Quietly say that when we turn English wanan into Chinese and I love you, my heart will have married you. But for so many years, you have never mentioned that you want to marry me. My heart has already become bleak in the waiting. He was a little disappointed and said that he thought you had been hesitating whether to marry me. Don’t you believe in my love until now? She smiled badly and said that although my heart was cold, my heart was already hot when I saw you coming. I don’t want to wait another eight years. I ‘d better propose to you! 6 in the tenth year of acquaintance, they got married. That year, he was 36 years old and she was 32 years old. The flower on the other shore was blooming miraculously, with blood red, enchanting and dazzling. The petals were inverted in the shape of a needle. The six flowers were arranged in the shape of an umbrella. They were curled backward and blooming beautifully. She said that she was actually willing to love him online for a lifetime and not to be bound by a piece of paper. He said that he was not willing to bind her with that piece of paper, but he was willing to surround her with a careful wall. He would like to see her sleeping when she woke up with her eyes open every day. He would no longer say good morning with his mobile phone or good night thousands of miles away. He said that he was willing to stay with her all his life, and there was only one person in his QQ forever. She said she would still use QQ in the future? He said, of course, hang, you see me, I see you, it is a kind of peace of mind. Hanging, our love is there. When they were idle, they hung on each other’s mobile phones. Occasionally, he would send good morning. Occasionally, before going to bed, she gave him a word of wanan! She said that she would write a novel in the future, whose title was “the flower of the Shore” and wrote him as the protagonist. He smiled and said, writing is OK, but I must be written as a positive figure. She said that is not necessarily the case. Whether you are a positive person or a negative person, you have the world to judge. They failed to become parallel wire and had intersection. But they don’t regret it. They said that this intersection is the starting point and the ending point of life and will never be separated. Their love may be plain, but having such a feeling on the Internet is a treasure, and it is also a legendary love in life. Their stories are still going on, and they are still peacefully and happily in love. They are still moved by this simple and beautiful love. That basin of flowers on the other bank has been blooming all the time. I hope that this flower will bloom for a thousand years and will never be defeated.

Zan (prose editor: prose online) 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…

Just like a love letter

In October 22, 1991, this was a poem written by boy Tianyi to girl Yufeng 23 years ago. Tianyi deliberately inlaid their names in the poem, but Yufeng didn’t care. At that time, Yufeng thought that God’s will was written casually and jokingly. Out of courtesy, he took over the letter of the poem written from God’s hand and looked at the Signature. Unexpectedly, he also stamped the seal of God’s will. Oh, just a meal, so much attention! Then put a plug into a martial arts novel, which is more than 20 years old. Yufeng grew up with me and went to school together. He was my best friend. She is 1.5 meters tall, slim, double eyelid, long face, white and tender skin, two long braids tip of a plait are always tied together, laughing like Mona Lisa, is a girl walking in the street with a high rate of return. Men get married, women get married. Yufeng got married happily and began to indulge in a warm atmosphere. However, with the birth of his daughter, Yufeng’s life became more and more difficult because his family attached great importance to boys and girls, as a result, the relationship between the couple is becoming weaker and weaker, so that they have nothing to say. In 1990, Yufeng went to a training class of a college in Nanjing to study and issue. At this time, the rain Maple felt like a bird flying out of the cage, finally a little free. In his spare time, I walked alone in the smoky rain in Jiangnan. Under the dim street lamp, I couldn’t help drawing out my thoughts and sighed: heaven! What did I do wrong? Why do you treat me like this? The heart-wrenching pain passes through every nerve in the body of rain Maple, allowing rain and tears to flow until the whole body is numb. When Yufeng opened his eyes, heaven smiled and said: are you awake? Yufeng asked in surprise: where is this? Tianyi replied: this is a boys’ dormitory in a certain college. Yufeng looked at many unfamiliar faces and said quickly: Sorry, I went back to my dormitory. Tianyi sent Yufeng out of the dormitory door and said: Several people in our dormitory went out to play last night. On the way back at about ten o’clock, I saw you lying unconscious beside a sycamore tree, I don’t know who you are, so I will take you back to the dormitory and wait for you to wake up. It turns out that you are in the same school with us. That’s great. At this time, the night was near desolation. This is how Yufeng and God knew each other. Tianyi is a junior student in the art department. Yufeng is studying in the training class. When there is no class, two people often go out for a walk at night. In Yufeng’s eyes, Heaven is a handsome, humorous and responsible boy; In the eyes of Heaven, Yufeng is a gentle and kind, quiet and simple girl with a smile. It is common sense to live for a long time. Yufeng and God care about each other, but no one mentioned anything about feelings. On a Sunday night, Heaven invited Yufeng to dinner, and Yufeng arrived as promised. God thought for a long time, and the words that pressed on his mind must be said to Yufeng this evening. It is inevitable that his heart will jump when he sees Yufeng, so I don’t know. Maybe this is the feeling of falling in love with someone. Yufeng is even more uneasy, afraid that God will fall in love with himself, or he will fall in love with God, or he will tell God frankly about his marriage and having children tonight. Yufeng didn’t have no chance to tell God that she got married and had children. She was afraid that telling him would affect the good mood between two people, and maybe God would disappear from her sight. Anyway, Yufeng didn’t want to hide anything from God’s will, so when eating, he took the initiative to show his daughter’s photo to God’s will. After looking at God’s will, he asked: Is this a picture of you when you were a child? Yufeng smiled and said: No, this is a photo of my three-year-old daughter. God thought there was a cold air in his heart, but on the surface he could not see any unhappiness, and said: Your daughter is so cute and looks exactly like you. The atmosphere in the room seemed to be more and more dignified. There was a silence, and God thought: the word I love you in my heart can only be put in my stomach, maybe forever. Some people say that love should be said out loud, but this kind of love is to destroy a family, which is also a kind of ideological burden for Yufeng. God thought again: Yufeng must have noticed that I had that kind of emotion towards her, so he took out the photo of his daughter and refused gently, so that I wouldn’t get into too deep. In the dead of night, Yufeng was relieved, but worried about the feeling of God’s will. Worried about whether God’s will talk happily with himself as before endless night the past, thinking about it and falling asleep. The idea of heaven is to fall asleep over and over. As soon as you close your eyes, the slender shadow of rain maple and Mona Lisa’s smile appear. The Buddha is poured into your body like a record, fixed in your mind and passed through the tunnel of time and space; it is also like a long thorn deeply stuck in the soft heart, stabbing every nerve from time to time. There is no difference between destiny and fate. This is what God wants to do to people. When Yufeng and Heaven met again, they were as usual as if nothing had happened, but they knew it well. When God wants to come, as long as Yufeng can often walk, see the scenery and chat with himself before the end of his study, it is enough. He dare not expect anything else. Therefore, there were four unforgettable footprints and laughter lingering in Zhongshan mausoleum, Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum, Confucius Temple, Xuanwu Lake and Qinhuai River. Sometimes when God sees pleasant scenery, easel will be set up, making the beautiful scenery eternal on his drawing board. Yufeng looked at the way of God’s concentration and often ask about health, which could be said to be considerate, and there were layers of ripples in his heart. Sometimes I was moved with tears streaming down my face, making God feel confused and anxious to ask: What’s the matter, did I make you angry or uncomfortable? Yufeng didn’t say anything but kept crying. After crying, it would clear after the rain. In fact, there are many times that Yufeng wants to talk about his experiences and pains to God. However, women’s nature is full of love, thinking of a three-year-old daughter in a distant family, yufeng can only bury his mind deeply and hide his true feelings deeply. Time flies so fast. More than a year has passed unconsciously, and Yufeng’s study is about to expire. At the time of separation, God sent Yufeng to the station and took out a piece of letter from his pocket. The poem at the beginning was written on the letter. A meal, in fact, Yufeng once said, after the separation, if you are destined to meet again, you must invite God to have a meal, maybe it is a polite saying, but God is the real thing, perhaps this meal is full of deep expectation for God’s will. Otherwise, how can God’s will be expressed in the form of poetry. There was a dream clearly in that poem, but Yufeng didn’t want this dream to enter the heart of heaven. However, is there no dream for Yufeng in that letter poem? If not, why has Yufeng been collected for so many years? In fact, in Yufeng’s heart, that poem is a priceless treasure, a beautiful past, a future agreement, a Miss certificate and a spiritual sustenance, A bond between God and will. Countless sleepless nights, countless times of pain, Yufeng put that poem on her chest, as if there was an infinite force supporting her; Or there was a painted screen, which showed the beautiful scenes in front of her. Just when Yufeng came back from studying in Nanjing, her husband resolutely proposed to divorce Yufeng. In order not to hurt her daughter’s young heart, Yufeng was unwilling to divorce. However, one night soon, Yufeng took his daughter for a walk and looked along the direction her daughter called her father. She saw her husband and another woman supporting a little boy who could just walk, only then did Yufeng understand everything. Yufeng, a girl with pure heart, a gentle and virtuous wife and a hardworking and capable mother, was rejected by the family and abandoned by her husband just because she gave birth to a girl. What is heaven’s reason?! Four Seasons, wax and wane, God gave himself to the painting career, devoted his efforts to every painting, rubbed Love into darkstory, and was a successful painter, he is a respectable professor. However, his love still stayed in the former tunnel, and he would think of rain Maple, rain Maple’s smile and the poem given to rain Maple. Imagine whether Yufeng can understand the meaning in the poem and imagine when he can meet Yufeng. Especially in rainy days, thoughts and loneliness accumulate with the long rain and then penetrate into the ground. When maple leaves are red, when maple leaves are fluttering and falling one after another, I only hope that a maple leaf can make that deep, the constant love of life passes to rain Maple. However, it has been two or ten years since I thought about time from my fingertips, but the news is still ethereal. The dreams of the south of the Yangtze River fall all over the ground, the frost of the south of the Yangtze River is dyed with fragrance and white sideburns. It’s just a meal. Yufeng really intends to cheat, no! This is Providence. It is not easy for Yufeng and his daughter to live together and bring up their daughter alone. According to her daughter’s hobby of painting since she was young, Yufeng carefully guided her, and finally he was admitted to the painting major of a university. This may have some meaning for Yufeng. Some people say that as long as you have a persistent heart, a firm belief and a colorful dream, there must be a beautiful scenery in your life; there must be a seven-color rainbow hanging over your head. Isn’t it? Three years ago, Yufeng accompanied his daughter to Shanghai to watch the exhibition. Just entering the exhibition hall, the paintings on them surprised Yufeng. It turned out to be a personal exhibition of God. At this time, Yufeng’s heart was in the middle of nowhere. He was not in the mood to enjoy the paintings, but her daughter shouted softly: Mom, look, these paintings are very like you, no, it’s you! Yufeng prevaricated her daughter incoherently, recalling a face at the opening ceremony, as if he was so familiar. God didn’t change much, but he didn’t know that Yufeng also came to his exhibition, because some people invited by friends didn’t know him. Yufeng couldn’t care about anything. He stood on tiptoe and opened his eyes to search in the crowd. When standing in front of God, God said nothing, just hugged the rain Maple tightly, and let tears drop on the shoulder of the rain Maple, which surprised and puzzled the people in the exhibition hall. I don’t know how long it took until God took Yufeng’s hand to the portrait of Yufeng and said to everyone, “These paintings are the look of this goddess when she was young. Does her smile look like Mona Lisa. Don’t Ask, everyone understands that this is simply a myth. A yellow letter, a wrinkled letter; A poem without the oath of eternal love, a poem without love to death, a rain, Maple, A poem with four words of Heaven, meaning and two people’s names, a poem that looks like a meal owed; There is also a unique signature, which is now like a legend, connecting two people’s hearts into one, no! They never separated. 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…

About foam

This life is attached, the third life is not awake. Bubble-like conventions only leave beautiful fantasies in the end. The foam is so beautiful, so illusory and so difficult to let go through the folding color of sunshine. Just like her name Xia Mo. The smell of lavender flavor, exudes in the breath of spring, but with the smell of summer, her smile. Love is painful. Lonely glaze harp, lonely beauty new clothes. If a little candle is a little bit of tears, leaving a fantasy, it will only hurt more in the end. I only sigh that floating life is like a dream, and only teach a person to be crazy. The gray sky is so beautiful, through the sky of birch forest, a promise under Silver Birch. Xia Mo, remember? Under Silver Birch, you and I promise a lifetime. You said I am a person in a fairy tale world, and you also said I am your fairy tale book. Now, this fairy tale world has been lonely with glaze harp, and this birch forest has been lonely. I am left alone to recall our past quietly, leaving the last story of that fairy tale book. On the gray East Street Road, your smile is as bright as flowers, and your plain face is still like autumn wind. Now, you are already away, and I am alone walking on this gray ancient road. Do you still remember our agreement. By the way, you will remember, because you are Xia Mo, the smile in my heart. There are beautiful people in the North, who are immortal and independent. Once we look at the city of people and then the country of people, we don’t know the city of people and the drop-dead gorgeous. It is difficult to get beautiful people any more. Through thousands of years of waiting, will you come again? My summer foam, are you still there? I want to hold your hand tightly and feel the tenderness you give me. Leave a cup of clear wine, which makes me drunk in the mist. You and I are separated by time and space, like a dream smoke, can’t see your outline, can’t touch your heartbeat, Cold Dew wet my heart, as time flies, if it is smoky and rainy, don’t forget the dust when it is raining. The picture of holding hands and following hands flashed in my eyes. I stretched out my hand, but you disappeared like a bubble. I want to say goodbye to the past, and I want to pass by with my injury. However, the trace of looking back is destined to be my loss at night, reading you. Bubble-like conventions are so beautiful, but so confused. Xia Mo, I wish the third generation would not wake up, in exchange for this life attachment. Hua xiaonuo QQ543679624

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…

Liu Yan’s vague port, a pulse of simple heart waiting

In the night, I weave my thoughts into a flower, not in the flickering place of the moon shadow. Then, I hold the pipa in my arms, and the water will be gentle, waiting for the end of the world. Any curtain is thoughtful and picturesque.

When the midnight wind glides through the window sill, missing, carrying the soft whispers of Wu Nong in the water village, stepping on the fragrance of flowers all the way through the years, crossing the sky of Jiangnan and approaching you slowly in the continuous night. Tonight, I really want to follow your heart and gently say: The mountain has no edge, the Heaven and Earth are in harmony, and I dare to meet the King. Since the corner of love, the beautiful dream has been in my heart and spread. Nowadays, I think when I open my palm, and think when I close my palm to my mind. Every landscape has hazy paintings that I can’t finish for you and graceful words that I can’t finish. When I met you, I met a touching misty rain. From then on, every bit about you has become a story hidden deep in my heart. Yunnan is a paradise on earth, because Yunnan has you. I know that my heart and my love will stay in heaven forever. The song of wind is best known in the sky; The mountain is best known in the Que of water. In this life, even though the mountain covers the road for a long time and water separator is far away, if you understand with affection, I will fall in love with each other. I really want to drink together time with you and make an appointment with the flowers blooming one season after another, so that our boat can only carry spring light without sorrow. Jun, I dare not forget what you said repeatedly in my ear: Origin, I saw you in the sea of people. I saw you in the sea of people. Please believe that, no matter the mountains and rivers are complex, no matter the origin and fate are gone, I will wear a butterfly suit of a dream and sing in the wind to dance for you, do you know? You are a glimpse of me in a fleeting time, and also my attachment to the world. When I tiptoe lightly and kiss you in arms, my heart will make you fall in love, make you wait for three generations, and make you infatuated lingering of a thousand years of reincarnation. When your deep feeling falls on my lips, I will know that my lovesickness has been planted on the road from Jiangnan to Yunnan. Your smile is my best sunny day. I have you in this life, self-safe and warm. I really want to hold a hairpin for you, and I love you. Whenever you come, heart flower bloom. I really wish to lay a clear string in my dream for you, and pull a puff of smoke and rain. I will not let the stars in the West Building recall or the dream of Zhuang Sheng become stunned. I am really willing to sing around the world in a charming and gentle way for you. With the attitude of watching on the Wanfu cliff, I am waiting for the lake to fly away from the clouds in a light boat, laughing and holding a beautiful night together. There are thousands of miles of smoke, and the red dust has your dream, and my heart is enough. For me, no matter how beautiful the scenery along the way is, it is not worth the tenderness in your eyes. How I hope that you can see all the beauty superred in the world and still love me alone. As long as you are around, the most beautiful scenery will always be on the road and in my heart. Perhaps, in the previous life, you were on the Willow Bank of the south of the Yangtze River, shaking the folding fan lightly and pacing poems, which attracted my eyes, so you became the front dust; Perhaps, in the previous life, I was in the rain lane of the south of the Yangtze River, hold an oiled paper umbrella and move forward quietly, arousing your love and pity, so love locks this life. Although there was heavy smoke and rain between you and me along the way, when we met each other, it was already late to meet each other, and the wind was covered with frost and tears, but anyway, you and I took each other’s hands in the paddle light shadow, from then on, happiness was brought up. On that day, I only looked back casually, and you fell into my deep eyes like the sea; You only looked at me with a smile, and I wrote down your name in my Heart Lake, rippling out the heart Lotus one by one. Do you know? Since the night when you and I made a pledge of eternal love, after the seal of drag hook, my heart of this woman Flower has no longer been swaying for anyone. My tender feelings in Heaven and Earth are only waiting for you to read. You are the deep feeling I can’t give up. In this life, I mean to play the piano, touch the notes and splash the ink, only for the south of the colorful cloud, you have to be close to each other and look at each other deeply; In this life, I burn incense to pray for Buddha, cultivate my heart, just for every cycle can meet you, conclude the constant love of life and death. If you can, every life in the future, I will bring the memory of this life, when you are invited to come, when you hold my hand, together, Lanzhou spring waves, Willow Bank to find flute, maple forest to capture red, broken Bridge watching flying snow, you promised me to help each other, I promised you the end of the world. Jun, no matter who I am, I don’t want you to be a high official or a rich person. As long as you can compare with me with your heart and true feelings, I just need to be the only one in your love story every life, so, enough! You said, in this life, you will never leave me. No matter the flowers bloom, you will not let me cry for you. You said, in this life, you will be the harbor of my love. Even if you look back on the world, you will plant red beans for me and wait for me to pick them. You said, in this life, you only want me to go to Wuzhen with you, go through the ancient Lane, follow the stone bridge, shake and drink tea. In the quiet and good years, follow the spring light to warm the sun and dye the fragrance of the whole life. You said, in this life, you only want me to go to the desert with you, chase the old Wolf Smoke, look for the ancient Loulan, and look at the Huyang that cannot fall for thousands of years. In every inch of time, you only go forever, not to mention separation. If you don’t leave, I will never give up. Love you, this is what I want to do most in my life! Please remember, Liu Yan’s vague Port will always have me waiting for you. Red Dust has you, heart, no longer lonely cold. Because there is love in my heart, from then on, I will no longer whisper: who reads the West Wind is cool alone, Xiao Xiao yellow leaves close the window. Until the next meeting, I thought, it must be dancing low willow floor heart Moon, the song is the peach blossom FA bottom wind. Jun, I would like to make you feel pure and pure. My heart is like snow. A woman, deep in the red dust, is faint and fragrant. Flashy and prosperous times, I only wish that the ballad will rise softly. In the sound of smoke waves, I will smile and frown, and drag my long skirt in the Willow smoke in the south of the Yangtze River. I will dance QQ 1904223318 together with you.

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