In the corner, love has returned

The spring snow fell, scattered with vitality. Your shallow smile at the slight corner finally drew a satisfactory end to me waiting in the dim light. Time passes, and the hourglass of time never stops. At the corner of love, you meet you by shoulder. You say that you are sent by God to find your own harbor at the corner of love. Your arrival is like a spring breeze at night, with thousands of trees and pears Blooming. Unconsciously, the Vine enters my heart, sowing a seed of love, expecting its root and germination. On the morning of spring, the sky was covered with layers of shallow and soft veils, accompanied by the running Snow, which reminded me of my deep lovesickness. I looked down at the window and stared at the eyes of the heavy snow and your distant snow falling lips, no time to greet, instantly melt in my heart; Snow falling fingers, no time to feel her warmth, instantly into the embrace of the Earth; At this moment, I just want to take advantage of the snow falling moment, tell the pure love deep in your heart. I met you, maybe it was you and me who looked back five hundred times in the past life, and then changed to meet each other once in this life; Maybe it was a thousand years of waiting, in exchange for this time of brilliant red dust, perhaps it is the reincarnation of 18 times of life, in exchange for this unexpected encounter. Life is like a dream, and the red dust is in turmoil. How many times have you stopped and stopped, and how many times have you looked back instantly, which has already been destined to love in this life. The call of each other in the deep heart, therefore, the collision of two hearts, after all, in exchange for a day destined fate. Caviar to the general, the warm Earth warmed my heart even more. I gently held the seed that took root and sprouted in the heart of love, waiting for your rain to pour. I want to thank spring and the snow in Yangchun for letting me know that there is more warmth of love in spring. But I also expected that in the rainy season, we listened to the sound of raindrops dropping on the eaves, looked at the bluestone alley splashed with water, and then hid under an oiled paper umbrella, feel the beautiful artistic conception of the rain. When missing turns into words, when words turn into imagination, I find that I am not the original me; When love is integrated into the soul, when the soul becomes a vassal, I can no longer control myself; When the spring rain lasts, what is the love of spring rain and snow? When the snow falls without trace, maybe we stand on the top of the red dust and enjoy the happiness we bring to each other. Once again, I was leaning towards Xuan, and I was still looking at Railing. The spring snow was still falling. In Yi Xi, I seemed to hear your familiar voice. Who knows, the memory at this moment Yingman my mind, I want to say ten thousand words to you that I love you, but finally it is blocked in my throat, which does not mean my silent confession. The man didn’t shed tears lightly, but he didn’t go to the sad place. But at this moment, he stood listening to the sound of snow falling. The missing was far beyond his sadness. He always warned himself that there was always someone missing you silently in the distance, tears for you. The best memory of my life is to meet you. Maybe there are eyes in the sky. In this snowy spring, I carefully collected the tears of my life and then strung them together into glittering strings, put it on your Chuchu Jade neck and let you wear it for a lifetime. In the spring when we stand in each other’s arms and snow thousands of miles apart, I want to continue the shallow love that we meet at the corner of love. I only wish that the seed of love in my heart is full of vitality. Now, although you have not given me the promise that the sea is dry and the rocks are broken, I will not give up easily. I am full of expectation and clinging to another kind of waiting in my life, that is: I hold your hand, together with each other to send away the morning clock and the evening drum.

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…

Autumn, Maple Leaf

This autumn is coming. I remember that maple leaves should have turned yellow. A few leaves on the maple trees in front of the House are slightly green, and the two leaves alternate to produce a familiar face, who was that yesterday’s smile? Gradually wind, rain and cool. The wind comes, the rain falls, and it is cool. I don’t know whether you look reddish or pale and purple in the distance. Many women are in autumn this season, gradually losing their youth and beauty. I have no time to take into account the bleak and desolate autumn wind. I just want to bring you my affectionate greetings with the wind, although we never met, I believe I once invited you in the annual rings of the season under the autumn tree. Autumn is always drizzling, and the rain is full of coolness, which makes the past brilliant and prosperous die out in the fallen leaves, silent, and buried in the flowing water together with the autumn the memory of trees. Who said that falling red is not a ruthless thing, but turning into spring mud is more Hu Hua. However, some leaves have rotted on the branches, Dancing with the autumn wind, and still cannot escape the ending of disappearing. The time of the season is still in the spring, but you and my journey went to the maple forest in the late autumn early. The red of the ground is the vicissitudes of time, or the gaunt look of you and me, at the end of autumn, struggle and swing. The autumn wind swept away the fallen leaves and the leaves fell all over Chang’an. Wind is always everywhere, not limited by space, not restricted by time, crossing the cross-marks of time, drifting in every era, every corner, breaking through the lonely heart of many people, let those beautiful love become sad and blurred. The paper tent on the Teng bed fell asleep, countless, no Jia Si. The incense is intermittent and the Jade Stove is cold, and my feelings are like water. The flute sounds three times, Mei’s heart is broken, how much spring feeling. Hurt, sad, happy, hate, this wind can never take away any of you and me. Love is always inseparable from each other in front of the years. No one can escape from the flow of time even the ancients and the present. After a meeting, no one can escape from separation and sadness. Sometimes love is like a plain wall at home. After a long time, the dust has read her beauty, but you and I still like the brand-new face of that year, no matter how beautiful it is, it will be repainted after all. You are the maple leaf that I picked up when I passed by, mixed in the pages of the book and kept the plain color for a while, but I became the wall in your house, and you praised me for my beauty by yourself, I was painted with paint myself. Falling Flowers and flowing water, who is ruthless and hurt whose deep feeling? Maple leaves withered and fell all over the ground. Lover, it’s not fallen leaves, it’s my broken heart. It is clear in my heart that I am not suitable to write such sad words, and I never want to write sad words. I only hope that the world and you can be safe for a long time. Perhaps the youth was too ostentatious, breaking the string of the night and playing this sad song. Maybe it is because I am not self-sustaining enough, I can’t put the world in a calm state, and the sad melody will ring from time to time. Tonight, I want to be sad once, frowning for the floating world, for the noisy world, for you and those beautiful and desolate love stories, and for the women in that story, choked for their brave love, Liang Zhu’s butterfly, Meng Jiangnu cried the eternal masterpiece of the Great Wall, Li Qingzhao’s displacement every story has their melody, which sounded slowly in the night. Nowadays, I no longer care about who I will meet. I have long been used to walking in the world of strangers alone with a white coat and years of scriptures on my back. It has nothing to do with sadness, it has nothing to do with loneliness. If you are tired, you will rest on the shore. When you wake up, you will leave by boat at the ferry. However, sometimes I looked at the yellow Maple leaf in the book alone under the light, and my heart rippled with sparkling ripples, just like meeting you in Chiang-Nan misty rain miles, just like the smoky rain in Jiangnan, I can’t wait for the future, but I just care about the past as always. Misty rain in southern, Chiang-Nan misty rain, how can this illusory and blurred smoke defeat this piece of withered maple leaf? After all, I still have to endure the pain and leave together with the years to see the flowers bloom for four seasons, the change of the living years is only for the Lotus waiting for Buddha front.

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…

If love is just passing

Bypassing the misty smoky city, the pace was hurt, the night was cold, and the rain played and sang for it repeatedly. The miss of the cloud passing through the season has faded the oath and deserted for several years. Is the snow pure white again? Sprinkle in the sunset, the romantic past, the passing of aestheticism, will they remember each other’s faces many years later? Going back and forth and turning around pockets. Maybe, some people are destined to look at each other and forget each other, and then slowly settle into the deepest secret in each other’s hearts, become the most beautiful brand in our life! In the vast sea of people, you and I meet you who come and go. Is it better to meet each other than to look at each other with a light smile? The sadness and beauty in these lyrics make people deeply calm and calm. You asked whether the endless waiting on the edge of the bridge in the past was not long enough, or whether the world was in a hurry and forgot to gather the oath floating in the wind. I said, maybe I was really forgotten in your previous life, and I drank five-flavored tea of forgetfulness in a muddle, so that we missed it. In life, passing by constantly, vast sea of people, looking for the footprints of previous life, according to the embrace of this life, familiar taste, visiting the road we walked in reincarnation. The vicissitudes of the world are scorching, and yesterday you and I will be the past. In the time of circulation, in the red dust of twists and turns, it is the past that passes quickly, while in the light of the time, it is a feeling like flowing clouds and water. In the life of life, the comers are guests. Don’t talk about freehand brushwork, don’t say proud smiling, sell all the past, put away the loneliness of the bustling dream, and turn around and continue to go to the unknown future. Can’t Hold the floating life, I forgot to wait for you, or you forgot to say goodbye, those trivial things flowing in the years use time to interpret the fairy tale ending gradually moving away. Those who sank at midnight were broken, and the play was destined to the curtain call of a lifetime like painting. I was unable to pick up the fragrance scattered in the floating dust. Those perfunctory fixed frames in the fleeting time were tied up, and the flowers danced to the desert for a long time. The indifference of the season, which stopped between eyebrows, accompanied me to bury the old world. Ageless, looking back suddenly like a dream. Memory of the station, who walks who stays, the next intersection, will there be a familiar figure? Looking at the scenery outside the window slowly receding back, it added another confusion. In the moonlit street, it was just an accident that who met with whom. During the cycle, the flowers fell and the dream was disabled. The Sanskrit singing of Su Mi Buddha front never purified that twisted love. The flowers on the Bodhi tree were worried. The fallen leaves had been buried under the tree, so they were planted, the cause of the next life is only the fate of the afterlife. The memories outlined in the past few years, blowing away the beauty of rose, the moon is light, is it keeping and abandoning the dependence? Or is the land always lost? Looking forward to a season of blooming flowers, waiting for an eternity. Who told me to settle the dust in a hurry and silent time? If love is just passing by, will the night annihilate the starry sky? The endless darkness makes the kite unable to fly the tangled sea of Hearts. If love is just passing by, can I not remember you? After turning around, you can’t afford to be weathered forever. If love is just passing by, how can I greet you and never see you again? Listen to the oath of the corner of the red dust, blur the bustling city. If love is just passing by, how can I alter the gray future? Once the ten fingers were held together, and the shallow fingers were cool and thin. Ageless, the vicissitudes of life have been recorded, the years are speechless, and the life is endless. Draw a pair of Danqing ink painting with a poetic CLEAR of willows and flowers, embellish the dream-seeking life in the long corridor of smoke and rain; Throw away the faint sadness in the back when leaving, leaving a free and easy lintel for time. Rendering lonely as fragrant, prosperous, who built a side for me forever?

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…

Also complained about the daughter’s love

Mandarin ducks and two butterflies fly, and the spring scenery in the garden makes people drunk. This is a picture lingering in the mind for thousands of times. It is a happy scene in the dream of a young girl. How romantic and beautiful, how passionate, it’s fascinating! At the beginning of her love, every girl imagined that she was the protagonist of the fairy tale. She would meet the Prince who loved her unexpectedly. She would fall in love with her at first sight, care for her, be accompanied by flowers, and be together forever, this makes every pair of lovers crazy! When I first met you, I was ignorant and shy. You were sincere and pure. In the season of love, we also staged the wind and snow moon that we shouldn’t miss. We watched the colorful butterflies flying together, mandarin ducks playing in the water together, walking in the jungle side by side, picking beautiful flowers, the sun is warm with you and me, and the sky is blue with you and me! If I can not pursue the perfection of Chinese fairy tales willfully, if you can accommodate all my little temper and wait for me to grow up gradually, you and I should spend this life together, and there may be quarrels, there will also be touching, everything will be realistic and plain, waiting for time to grow old slowly! Because we do not understand love and tolerance, we have reached the end of fate. Many years after breaking up, the cruel reality finally made me give up my fairy tale dream. Only when I know the real shoulder can I shelter you from the wind and rain, which is better than countless empty promises of eternal love, but you had nowhere to look for in the past, and you no longer wait for a spoony for the experience and immersion of life. Time has changed. When I see you again, each other has no heartbeat of the past! This is a kind of sorrow, a kind of helplessness! I used to be so passionate about love. Now, when everything has been missed and lost, I am numb and indifferent to love! My daughter’s heart is light from now on!

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…

The real US

I have never felt so strongly that I want to express my feelings and fragments of life to my heart. This feeling crept from the left side of my body to the tip of my nose, if you are not careful, it will come out with the water in your eyes. This full state made me begin to dislike my imperfect right hand and left brain. Today, your arrival has intensified this fullness. We met like strangers and walked across a distance like friends. My vest was soaked with sweat and dried by body temperature, the trembling of cold silk changes the warmth of spring. I am really hated the embarrassment after a long farewell. Under a tree of White seven Li incense, we held our hands, just like holding the hands of our friends when playing games when we were young. Did the embarrassment disappear? I don’t know. I just said deliberately that this the balm of flowers is hard to smell and disgusting, but yesterday I seemed to have said such a sentence to others, and it seemed that this was the smell of rejection in my memory. You didn’t look at me, just said, I think this flower is very fragrant. I didn’t say anything, thinking that people are different after all. I am not qualified to force our perception of taste to be the same. The taste I abandoned, someone received it and found a little belonging, it was not too cold (but he passed by so briefly). The light from the corner of my eye caught a glimpse of the shallow wrinkles on his side face, with the gaunt smell of illness a few days ago, A few small bumps on the thin right cheek that were about to fall down shook my head uncomfortably to hide when I saw my eyes. I take my eyes back, because I don’t want you to find that I have looked at you like I am now, and I am not used to the response between your eyebrows. We hold hands, familiar people come from the opposite side, I throw your hand to cater to others’ curiosity about you, I am also curious, curious about how these familiar people suddenly came towards me, and I also made a little embarrassed look. I threw away your hand for these! And that familiar person disappeared in the back of me and you, dark, no turning back, no looking around, I only know that when I meet again next time, there must be another familiar person asking me about you curiously, just to know what kind of goods I can afford to use. I stopped imagining and began to speculate that the previous embarrassment returned to your finger. I held your hand tightly and told you that the six petals lined with blue dots on the white background turned out to be flower-de-Luce, as long as you look carefully at its leaves, they are really like feathers on the tail of birds and like a fan stretching open. You are not as surprised as I knew this secret before, but the tone of speaking with me has changed, suggesting that you have known this secret that does not constitute a secret for a long time. I lowered my head and looked at the elf dancing under the shadow of the tree. If it wasn’t for Iris tectorum words, I thought I wouldn’t use the word elf, they are an ordinary white flower land that I pass by every day, and I have not pulled out a evil idea planted in my own flowerpot. I am a little lost, is it because you didn’t show that I was broken into the mysterious fantasy of flower-de-Luce before? Or is this white flower land showing its hypocrisy? But we, we, when will we become the real US

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…

‘Romantic’ is not someone’s patent (original)

Romance is a colorful color, a mellow coffee, a warm fragrance of flowers, an intoxicating fragrance, a starting point of happiness, a beginning of happiness, and a wing of Heart flying, it is the fragrance of love, the lingering of lovers, and the promise and oath of love. It is neither young nor rich; It has no boundaries and no country; It, regardless of age, old or young; It is not a patent of someone. You can have it as long as you like.

In many people’s dictionaries, romance is the symbol of youth and the patent of the rich. But I don’t think so. I once heard such a story. Once upon a time, there was a poor family. The head of the household planted land for the rich day and night, but when the new year came, he still owed a lot of responsibility to the rich. On the evening of the 30th year of the new year, the rich man came to the door of the poor family. The door was closed. He only heard that the male owner in the room was calling his wife: Mother, you have worked hard for a year, and it is not easy to follow me, today is the Spring Festival. You and the children will have a delicious meal. Do you eat stewed meat or fried dishes? Two big bowls, you can eat whatever you want! As soon as the voice fell, I heard the child’s mother answer again: the child’s father, you are the head of the family. This family depends on you. You work all day long without night or day. It’s very hard, you and the children should eat more! Whether it is stewed meat or fried dishes. Hearing this, the rich man’s lungs were full of anger, purring and swearing in his mouth with hatred and hatred: this big liar usually takes responsibility for him and always says no. When the new year comes, it’s stewed meat and stir-fried food. Let’s see how I come in to clean you up. Therefore, the rich man pushed the door hard and looked silly. Where did the stewed meat and vegetables come from? It was obviously a bowl of big squares of white radish and a bowl of Chinese cabbage. Seeing these, the rich man was embarrassed to ask for responsibility again, so he had to go back home. When you hear the story, don’t you think: this is the romance, wit, humor and true love of the poor!

There is a long way to live. After marriage, the couple are working hard for the happiness of the family, the success of the career, the sweetness of life, the health of the elderly, the happy growth of the children, where can I have time for romance. Sometimes I got tired of work, and when I got home, I got a hatchet face, and the smile I used to hide already; Sometimes I was anxious, and my tone of speech was stiff, and the former gentleness no longer reappeared; And the sentimental eyebrows and eyes, the passionate embrace has already been silent. Unconsciously, the temples were white, and then we counted the fleeting time around our fingertips. The aftertaste of the time contaminated with spring and autumn, and my heart was full of melancholy, suddenly a piece of paper was cold, that is the negative film of love, which has already faded with the washing of years. Recall that in the past, the oath of eternal love was vivid in your eyes, and the scenes of indulging romance reappeared one by one. The long-lost palpitations aroused your romantic love, as if flying melody and harmony were beating your numb heart constantly. Yes, you are no longer young, but you still have the right to enjoy romance. You can manage your love attentively and occasionally create a romantic atmosphere: candlelight dinner, walking hand in hand and traveling with you. Romantic feeling is like a bird flying, which makes you excited and intoxicated.

A hundred years of building the same boat, and a thousand years of building a pillow to sleep together. Please cherish your spouse. Although your spouse is not necessarily your first love, he or she is the manor where you keep your true love; Even if your spouse and your love are not necessarily romantic, but he (she) will accompany you forever; Spouse is not necessarily the lingering in your memory, but he (she) will be the first one to appear forever when you need it most; spouse is not necessarily the shadow of your dream call, but he or she will take care of you for life.

Many people look forward to the classic, passion and romance of love, and hope that love can last forever. As long as you are willing to operate with your heart, I think it is entirely possible. I once remembered that my husband and I walked hand in hand and passed the park. I accidentally saw such a scene: a couple of seven or eighty years old sat on the promenade of the park, the old woman kept beating her back for the old man with her old hands with wrinkles and scars. The old man occasionally stretched out her old hand with the same wind and frost to gently touch the old woman’s face full of wind and frost. Can you say it’s not romance and love? While watching, I asked my husband around me: if one day we were that old and so old, would we love romance like them? The husband smiled and said: Maybe we will be more romantic than them. You are slim and lightweight anyway. Then I will go for a walk in the park behind your back. Although what my husband said was a joke, I heard that the feeling was happiness and romance of shallow consciousness.

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 forget me, remember?

Flower winter, but when all this is quiet, my heart is extremely cold, because I am worried that you forget me and disappear in my world! I don’t know whether this day will come or not. I only hope that before the end of the world comes, there will still be a stubborn figure in your mind. Time is still spreading, walking under the faint oblique Sun, staring at the long shadow on the ground, as well as mottled sunshine fragments, a person walking along the road, stepping on the yellow leaves, looking at the foot trail along the road, it seems that I still miss something. All my thoughts gather into the sea, so turbulent but hopeless to chase, and my brain is trying to copy your lovely face. The Sky rose mizzle again, and a little more melancholy. You said hesitation is blue, then I think what color should happiness be? Maybe it’s your favorite green! When there is no one to accompany you to talk freely, listen to Jay Chou, there is some melancholy behind the vague voice; In this lonely winter, listen to Eason Chan, the fire-like pride brought some restlessness in June. In the night when the lights were not turned on, I put on headphones, listened attentively to the beauty of music, felt the most real temperature in the world barefoot. In this lonely time, who peep at the bitterness of not speaking, will you still remember me? The answer I want is of course I will remember!

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…