The most beautiful meeting, the most beautiful memories

There is only one life, but I love you with all of it. Perhaps, the whole life is too exaggerated, at least, at this moment, a heart is throbbing with it. Those who mention their luggage and suddenly disappear in the crowd will never love me most. Even though it was a prayer for thousands of years. I like writing deep handwriting on white paper best, just as I like, inscribing your name in the initial meeting; I like looking at the sky quietly at night best, just as I like, feel your tenderness in the previous dream. The furthest distance in the world is that I love you, but I will never talk about it in my heart. Not to say nothing, but to say nothing, more afraid to say. Just as birds know that fish are in water, but fish do not know where birds are. The distance between heaven and earth is the distance between heaven and earth. It is the end of the world that looks through the autumn and the water and worries about the white head. The corners of the Earth are withered and the stones are rotten like Frost. It is not even a thousand sails. It is like anxiety to get drunk and cry. Always in a lonely time, I miss the happiness in another time and the long-lost heart you brought. Memories are sometimes so beautiful that people forget the loneliness that they have suffered for too long at the moment when beauty rises in their hearts. Those who can’t drive away, those who have forced themselves to put down for countless times, have been stubbornly stuck in the depths of memory. Maybe because we are not brave enough, maybe because you and I are both reserved, we just use our eyes to interweave in the world. Whether it is because of love or sorrow, or because of thinking into a text, it is actually another form of love. Every poem written to you is like an accidental wave. You are very close this spring. However, in the confusion between unintentional and intentional, you have never seen it. The most romantic regret in the world is that you cannot write the most beautiful ending with the most beautiful encounter. The origin is gone, the origin is weak, maybe some people are destined to wait, while some people are destined to wait for someone in their whole life. I don’t know when to start, I am used to enjoying myself quietly in such a lonely night. Spread a plain paper, count the tears and laughter hidden deep in the memory, and the heart is also in the curl. Those lingering grievances like morning glory, the desolation that seeps your heart all the time. If you are Aquacome, if you are Aquacome, whether you can last long or not, you should believe it, that is the most beautiful love. Yes, many years later, even though my heart has been scarred, I still believe in love, believe in how beautiful love is, and believe that love is the most beautiful myth in the world… thank you once in my life, there were traces of your walking. Thank you for giving me those old times of missing and recalling. If these have become the stories in the story, I would like it to be brilliant again in my life; If these have become late confessions, I would like to use my tender feelings like water, pay for your lovesickness for thousands of years, only for the most real love you ever had! If you love someone, if it is a kind of pain, then please let go; If you love someone, if it is a kind of regret, you may as well say goodbye. Love means giving. If you love her, you must make her happy, no matter, love, at the end of the world or at hand; No matter, no matter where you are! Don’t be upset because you are just a passer-by, and don’t lose for missing. From this moment on, isn’t that a wonderful memory? Although there was a beautiful encounter in that summer, there was no beautiful ending in this spring.

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 years are not old, love Cheng Yi

Life is just like a drama. Some people want to call the curtain, some people want to play, and some people want to leave. That year, our youth happened to be scattered. The complex mood was like overlapping scenery, with joy, vision, loneliness and sadness. When parting and escape were at the same place at the same time, when I appeared in the same way, I was the only one who was in a mess.

I like listening to songs. I like to miss meeting, separation, reunion, concern, hesitation, worry and story with the most melodious rhythm. I wrote down the beginning, but I didn’t know how to write this road, three months and five years respectively. Five years is not a simple number. For you and me, we have lived our own lives in these five years. Maybe, when you make a wish with her, I will accompany him; When you walk with her hand in hand, I write sweet fairy tales of the future for him; when you took good care of her sick, he gently handed over the paper towel for me who was sad. In five years, you don’t know my life, I’m not familiar with your habits. In this way, in a strange place, I spent time without each other in a strange mood. In junior high school, I still remember that when you laughed, there were dimples like mine, mine was on the left and yours was on the right. Your Chinese is very good, and I am a little envious of it. Every time I answer questions, I also remember your different accent. I remember that I was still learning dance in the second grade of junior high school. On Children’s Day on June 1, you saw me after the show and said with a smile, you are very beautiful today. But I don’t remember what I said. Since I was young, I like to have some strange dreams, so no exception, after you transferred to school in Grade 3, I dreamed of you. I dreamed that I was walking alone in the empty campus, as if I saw the phantom of you coming towards me, but I knew in the dream that you had already left and I didn’t have time to say goodbye to you. I don’t know why I felt so sorry at that time. What I thought was that I owed you an explanation and an apology. Later, I slowly found out, you owe me a simple farewell like a friend. I think last year and this year, the outsole is the last two years I want to face since I grew up. Especially now, when I am entangled in an emotion, struggling in the betrayal and grievance of my family, I find sadly that I have no weapon to resist those sorrows. Helpless, I think practice is the only way to test the truth, which is really applied to me now. What is more sad is that you don’t understand my thoughts in different places, and face me with the indifference I fear most; He was supposed to be beside his mother, but in the scandal that embarrassed her, she endured the pain alone. I want to regard myself as a poor person, sitting alone in front of the computer, facing the cold screen, tapping words one by one to talk. In love, he, she, they, you and me are all poor people. Love is a grave, burying the undead. You see, a marriage contract, a love, what is left in the end. You know, any small wound in the softest place in your heart is fatal enough. I knew you five years ago. I saw you again, but I didn’t meet you regularly. I can love you, but whether you wait or not, after all, such a long distance, long parting is too easy to make love fall Gray. I am so sober now that I don’t even know myself. I doubt whether I should write these words here or not. Just tonight, I am like a silkworm that starts to make cocoons. I begin to wrap myself up slightly and fall into darkness little by little. 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…

A person’s rainy season

I dried the tears on my face, but my heart began to cry. I don’t want to be tightly surrounded by memory and loneliness, so that the bleak rain will fall in my eyes. Wen: time flying note tungoiltree flower fell from the branch on his shoulder and swung a few petals in his palm to smell its scattered fragrance. It seems that I can’t remember the flowering period of its fall, but I remember that after its prosperity, it was the long rainy season. I always think of someone in my heart, so when I see those purple flowers dancing in the wind, I always imagine them as Yudie’s floating skirt. Once a scene brings me into the story of me and her, I will become a spoony fool, engraved on my face like a smile and relief, as if I never want to disperse. Yudie, I don’t know whether time is distance or not. Can the footsteps of time stay for me when I miss you? Will you still hold my hand and dance on the verdant grass? The red bow jumps with the black braid like a beating flame. The warmth flowing between your fingers makes me feel infinite warm & pure. Will you still wipe the sentimental tears on my cheek with your skirt? The grass on the slope is still blooming, and the wind on the face is still slow. Now who can sing for me again? The sun did not penetrate the thick clouds and fell to the ground. Instead, pull up the gray curtain to make the sky gloomy. In fact, I am very afraid of loneliness. When a person silently counts the alternation of day and night, he alone measures the distance from the young green onion to the fading of red face, which is always inexplicable fear. But my world is like an isolated no man’s land. Except for the scenery around which changes with seasons, only the river in front of the door accompanied me through the unchangeable morning faint. Even a few few migratory birds returned late and went away in a hurry. Yudie, you were all I had. In the days without you, in my melancholy lines of poetry, what flows is the loneliness of heart. You should know that love is a matter for two people, and one cannot perform or continue. It is the most precious thing given to each of us by life, and it is also the emotional proposition that we must answer in life. No one can resist and avoid it. You just walked straight into my emotional world, but suddenly disappeared in Sleepless in Seattle. But how can I make love deep in my heart disappear instantly? I don’t understand the love between flowers and seasons. It was clear that the season was still far away, but when it could not be approached, the hearts of long hopes opened in a hurry, as if they were afraid of missing the moment to hug each other. However, the season left silently, without a moment to stop, without a glance to look back, leaving flowers with only enucleation of heart. Perhaps, no matter where the flowers will go, they will also be hurt when they bloom and fall. I don’t know whether they are lonely only when they are blooming or lonely. Every the rains came, when I hold my umbrella in the pouring, I will lean over and pick them up when I see those flowers with withered callous stamens floating in the water, because they are like my heart wet by the rain. I am used to closing my eyes to listen to the echo of the rain knocking on the river. Maybe the river is soothing my lost mood with rising joy. What about playing a music of violin? Where should I send the thoughts that have long been neglected by passion? Yudie, we play hand in hand. The warmth you left in my palm seems to be still there; You use your sleeves to cut my wet hair, Bold’s body heat seems to be still there; You use a bow, swabbing the raindrops on my cheeks for me, the charming perfumed is still there. I long for the rainy season with you. I don’t want memories and loneliness to be tightly wrapped, and the bleak rain will fall in my eyes. I don’t know where all the time has gone? I would rather be drunk in the memory of getting old slowly, forever lost in the wasteland of the past, regardless of the return date. Maybe that would make me feel better. I don’t want to be conquered by loneliness or captured by missing. I don’t want to treasure what I want to say to you in my heart for so many years. I can only talk to the breeze that sent the dusk rain back. Yudie, is our love a tragedy of the Act; Our love is finally silent conclusion. But you took my heart and let my mind and soul all die. If time can go back, I also want to sit under the old porch with you and watch the rain side by side. On the hillside is a stone plank road, with a red bow, holding a red umbrella, is that you, Yudie, who ran to my hut full of morning glory rattan? Finally, I couldn’t resist the surging heart and rushed out of the door, but was surrounded by the wind. The path is deserted and the grass is deserted, and the Moss passes through the year. But I didn’t see you as before, and I didn’t hear your Mowgli smile. I just heard a sound of Cuckoo’s clear cry from the deep valley forest. Yudie, why do you want to see you, only in dreams? Paulownia leaves rustled and entered my lonely yard again in rainy season. I don’t know what will happen after today, just like I can’t grasp the direction of rain. I don’t know if I am still listening to the rain in this rainy season? But I really don’t want to spend this difficult rainy season alone.

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…

A lovesickness song, a love of butterfly

The years are ruthless, and there will always be some scars left. I always think that many days will always be remembered. However, with the weathering of the old tiles on the wall, those dark fragments will fly like dust and smoke. Therefore, looking for spring flowers with quiet and warm heart, you are the most beautiful meeting around my corner, and I will treasure it all my life! ——– Drops of ink into roses that hurt Valentine’s Day, gorgeous and dazzling, hanging in the heart, glittering with your eyes, I saw a persistent. Is it the seed planted by Angels? Let the flowers of love bloom for romantic and cozy, and let the strings of missing draw out the plain sounds of nature. The sunshine is so warm, just like your concern, so that your heart is no longer cold. Maybe I can’t remember without the agreement of a previous life, but in this life, I met you in the season of gardenia, with warmth on my body. Your smile is so familiar, my shallow dimples were filled with lovesickness, drunk with a love Shiyu. The fragrance of flowers is filled with love, and there will be a lasting fragrance in my heart. I am willing to share it with you in the red dust years. The winds of the four seasons are full of different tastes. No matter it is cold or warm, there will always be Wang Qingquan in your heart reflecting your affectionate eyes. The moments of heart will be fixed as warm pictures. I cherish them with my heart forever, that sentence I love you lengthens the strings in the flow of time and will never break for a lifetime. Looking at the chapters that life is not gorgeous, with you, you will have the most perfect opening. You are a sentimental man, Xiaguang shawl, you come on a boat, the chanting poem moves mountains and rivers, the sound echoes with you, looking at your gentle eyes, I was rhyme Red my face by your aura, and the sound of looking quietly and missing echoed. I don’t want to wait alone for too long, afraid that there is no direction and your steps are gradual. I know that you have entered my heart window. Life is very short, but the love I expect is very long. I just want to join hands with you forever. There is no romance under the spring and moon. Only the flowing lingering lines of poetry sing between notes. You said that you don’t care about the day and night, as long as you really have it, love has no distance, and the world is only at hand. Stroke a ray of old red line, pull a red lovesickness button embroidered on your chest, no matter how far away, you can hear your heartbeat, there is the most real voice of love. Love is beautiful, fascinating and yearning. I have no choice but to separate too much and get together too little. I stand as an eternal gesture to wait for you and watch you. You are my warm sunshine every day, the heart is here, not good at words, draw a circle, is our future, our world. I like to dream, because there is your figure in every dream. You are the XINGX waiting in front of my window, blinking my eyes for me; You are the wind through the curtain, gently brushed the hair in front of my forehead and looked at my sleeping smile; You live in my heart, which is the warmth I keep alone. You are in my dream, which is my constant miss. To the gorgeous rose, I said with the truest heart: It’s great to have you in this life! Meet, is a tree blooming, many sweet stories filled with fragrance, give the years a hug, let me step on your feet in the frustrated corner, thank God we didn’t rub shoulders, I remember your charming smile. You said that you waited thousands of times just to wait for one person, sitting in the rattan chair of the years, shaking slowly together and getting old together. I believe it, I just wait quietly, waiting to join hands with the old world. Happiness is an angel. She didn’t want me to be alone. She came to me so gently. The loneliness behind her was forgotten. Inside the window, there were tender feelings. I was waiting for you to pick up a pen and draw eyebrows for me, like the moon, happiness is so red and squinting. Hand in hand, together, white head, two figures on a road until the end of the years, I believe that the wrinkled face will surely open the roses of the past, and the fragrance of this life will open in your heart and mine. Love is a clear spring. Your gentle fingertip fluctuates and attracts people’s heartstrings. It is so Lingering. My heart cannot hide deep feelings, even if love fades with time, even if it is covered with the dust of the years, it is still pure and clear, and I love you as early as before. I firmly believe that no matter how far the journey is, no matter how heavy the wind and rain are, I will hold your warm hand and walk with my eyes closed. If we could stay in the place of time, we would sit together and listen to the stories that never grow old, watch the sunrise and sunset, listen to each other’s heart songs, and grow old slowly. Today is Valentine’s Day, Roses open in my heart, play a lovesickness song, write down a love of butterfly, we are a love myth, this life is with you warm city, love is the home of the wind, flowers, snow and moon, in this life, we are bound to the end of the world. The graceful mood gurgled all over the ground. Looking back, there are many kinds of customs and feelings, one by one, winding the two earthly hearts, no one can escape, like a passing year, we are drunk with the red dust, don’t complain. Full of Love is in my heart, and the words are lingering. However, the words are too shallow to write the feelings of missing. There are tissue paper pieces. The message has a thousand charm, and the heart is connected. I believe you understand. There are roses in my heart, holding flowers smiles, romantic colors, and wishes for the years; I have walked far and far away alone in my life. This Valentine’s Day, angels learn from me, I will give you the future to keep, you are the tomorrow outlined by red ink. 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…

Sorrow is like a long stream of East Water

The drizzle was all over the sky, and the fall of Phoenix Tree Leaf was the season of late autumn. Looking at the grass growing in the deep Palace, no one should return the fallen leaves on the full scale. The Moonlight gave out the last hint of mourning, reflecting her side face in her heart, it was his endless thoughts, like ripples, little by little. He used to be a generation of famous Lord, and she used to be jueshijiaren. The reincarnation of fate in previous lives was destined to meet at the court of this life. She looked back and smiled, and Bai Mei was born to make him feel that she was his long waiting in this life. The heart that had been sealed for many years began to touch again. He was deeply fascinated and he fell in love with her. He was born with the temperament of a king, and she realized that he would be the guardian of his whole life. She was dumped and fell in love with him. Everything happened so quickly, but it was so common. Waiting for the feast, singing and dancing were the main characters of the day, but in exchange for the King’s early appearance, the desolation of life made him forget his responsibility as a king. The country was weak, and the turmoil was like the tide of the river and rushed to him without mercy. Drop-dead gorgeous people had drop-dead gorgeous fruit! The chaos of an Shi made him become a homeless victim overnight by the king, but he was lucky after all. She stayed with him with that firmness and never separated. He marched hundreds of miles away, and the soldiers did not want to walk again, only let him execute her, how does this make her? In his heart, she was a white flower blooming forever. How could she bear to break this flower-like time? He suffered but did it after all. He didn’t want to see his beloved person executed with his own eyes. Only tears were turned into tears and jade bead scattered. At this moment, under the deep Moon, the mountain had no edge, the river is exhausted, the winter thunder bursts, the summer rain and snow, the heaven and earth, and the oath to dare to speak with the king has passed away with her smoke, but he still has to go on, you can only pretend to be a carry-on bag to escape with yourself. Even though Shu Jiang beamed Shu Shan Qing, he fell in love day and night. In his heart, she never died. The turmoil calmed down. He returned to his former capital, but he was no longer a king. He lived deep in the former court. Seeing Zhu Yan, who was still in the scenery, was old, and his sorrow was like the long stream of East Water. He will grow old day by day in solitude, which is his destiny in this life. Maybe Ming Shi, they will be in love! Everything is over. If he didn’t meet at the beginning, he would still be the famous master in lung-Chi Lee. She would still be Yang Yuhuan’s immortal Glade. The two beautiful people in the country didn’t invade each other. It didn’t start or end.

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…

Love of old things in northern Guangdong is around

I opened my eyes wide and searched in the long red dust for many years, but I couldn’t find a girl who could love each other. I had to stay under the lonely youth tree, watching the girl like flowers and Jade like a cloud on the sky, wandering through the eyes. However, it was my beautiful face that passed away like flowing water in a hurry. So, every cold night, I sigh with a lonely lamp and Tang poems/song phrases in my arms-who will hold hands with me? The flowers bloomed and the winter went to spring. The Lonely Day slipped away in the sunshine, seeing that once friends had beautiful girlfriends one after another and walked into the Palace of marriage hand in hand, what’s more, my age is higher and higher like sesame blossom, and my heart is inexplicable panic, and people are more sentimental. Therefore, in the days when there is no artistic conception, I pay more attention to the girls around me, but people always walk by without a glance and leave the faint fragrance all the way. Every time at this time, I often sigh that the vast sea of people knows that it is hard to find, but the girl can’t be found. I don’t intend to be a monk. When I only looked at the front with two eyes and deliberately pursued the ideal girl in my mind, an elder introduced me to a girl. The girl looks flat, has a fat figure and has freckles all over her face, which makes me want to go first in two battles. However, out of courtesy, I left a contact address for the girl. However, in exchange for her enthusiasm, I didn’t care about my indifference and perfunctory. I couldn’t help but have a little favor for her. Therefore, after several letters and correspondence, my heart was gradually moved, holding the attitude that ugly girl is a good girl, and holding her hand gracefully for several times. Sure enough, a good girl doesn’t have to be beautiful. The girl is cheerful and optimistic, gentle and lovely, and reasonable, which makes me fall in love with her involuntarily. When I was alone, I often thought: Is this what Xin Qiji said that all the people looked for her QbAidu, suddenly looking back, Yi Ren was in the dim light? Is this girl the beauty I am looking for in this life? Otherwise, why do you always see her bright smiling face every night with dreams? Maybe this is the so-called fate. Nowadays, girls have become my girlfriend in love, and life has added romance and color due to the embellishment of my girlfriend, and people have become radiant. One day, my girlfriend suddenly came to Hanshe and told me that her parents wanted to see how her future son-in-law looked like. I think it is time to meet the mother-in-law of the prospective father-in-law. It is also essential to pass this level. Therefore, choose a sunny day without wind and rain, roll up his girlfriend’s hand and go straight to his mother-in-law’s house.

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…