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一 我对外界应接不暇的变化时常呈现一种毫无意义的抵抗姿态,生活似乎并不对我产生怜惜之情,依然按自己的节奏行进,这让我感到无奈。 街上,车辆和行人,继续像早上一样喧嚣沸腾,滚滚向前。嘈杂和凌乱,如同跌落羽翼的蝴蝶,在城市狭长拥堵的街道,徒然挣扎,直到溃败,归于沉沦。 有人说,最好的爱情是在他的世界里沉沦与堕 落,就像赵四小姐的爱情沉沦在张学良将军的生命里,就像杨过的爱情沉沦在小龙女绝世的清纯善美里。经过那么久的日月了,你有没有一点点,沉沦或堕落于我的温情暖意里?于我,并不希望你为我的喜好而让自己受到委屈。但心底里还是愿意接受你主动向着我的方向靠拢。只要你愿意,我自是欢喜。同样的,你也不会希望,我为你自由奔走式的生活方式而彻底放弃自己。我们两个,一直以来,就是这样以天空和大地的形式,相望和相守。存在和需要。呵呵,我们是天地合美喽。 蓝天和大地的爱情何等壮美凄绝!两个相爱的人遥遥相对,永无相聚的时刻,他们的爱情是人世间最美的画卷。所以,有人说 天长地久 。谁能说,不相聚便不相知,不想见便不相惜?蓝天和大地的爱情,春有微风低语,夏有骤雨倾唱,秋来百花传情,冬有飘雪舞蹈,这些都是他们爱情最华美的乐章,只是,很多人不懂而已,他们习惯于一切具体的伸手可触的真实。 就像那天,同学聚会,大家为我不平,骂你太狠心肠!我笑笑替你解释。他们不懂,咱不怪人家。 昨晚,你打来电话,述说正在从西藏飞往广西南宁的中转站 重庆,等待转机。我感到惊讶,短短几天,西藏的气候还没适应过来,又回广西干嘛?你说,这次行程来去总共只有三天时间,在重庆转机时,你利用空隙去两路公园拍了几张照片,发给我看看。听你这样说,我良久无语。 那里你还记得! 很多年以前,我曾去过,那时你没时间陪我,我一个人在陌生的城市,行走在山清水秀的两路公园里等你,等你,一等就是一整天,公园里每一条小路,每一座小桥,每一丛花草都留下了我的足迹。我不敢到别的什么地方去,因为全无方向感,害怕迷路给你添麻烦,而那时候,我还是你,都不能安心打的代步。这么多年,你还记得件事。觉得有所欠缺么?那是我今生第一次一个人出远门,从北京到重庆几千里的路程,坐了火车的硬座,一路奔你而去,见到你的时候,整个人都散了架子,而你却没时间陪我,哪怕一个上午也好。我在公园里独自走了四天的时间,又独自回家。决定和你在一起以后,而我,好像一直没来得及真的和你计较。 时常会问,在我们之间到底有没有爱情?你爱我多一点,还是我爱你多一点?这样的问题,你从不明确回答,只说,我们两个是在合适的时间遇到的最适合在一起的人。我说,总是我利用假期去看望你,那么,是我爱的多一点。我这样说,你却不肯承认,说自己要是有假期也会和我一样,有晚上的交通工具决不等到天亮。那好,就算你爱得多一点吧,我不和你计较。 也真是。换做我,像这三天紧张的行程,会抓紧每一刻时间躺在宾馆舒适的房间休息,绝不会跑去公园拍什么照片,只为发给我看看,那个曾经让我像只流浪猫一样到处溜达的公园如今是个什么样子?这样的傻事只有你才会去做。我说,你傻。你一直以为我是开玩笑呢,原来是真的傻。傻不傻呀?我说。眼睛里却腾起一层潮湿。原来,你无论走到哪里,我依然在你心里呢。我又自作多情的感动了。 照片发过来了。好像,那里的小桥显得瘦了;好像,那条小路越发深了;好像,那座山顶显得肥了;好像,那棵桂花树显得壮了。 我把照片一一存起来,收在空间私人相册里,一个哪怕走到天涯海角都能被你看到的角落。只要我愿意,你随时可以进来。我的空间永远是你思乡时最近的家园。 二 我说自己是猫性的女子,深爱自己的一个人。冷了,乏了,累了,便执意要寻一个温暖地方儿。像极了小时候,奶奶养过得那只老猫,整个冬天做追逐阳光的孩子,从窗台到炕头再到鸡窝顶上,只要阳光懒照的地方都有她的身影。 昨天,家里的暖气炉子坏了,不能再修,换新的要再等几天,店主说,要专程从广东运过来。屋子里没暖气,一个人舍不得开空调取暖,所以,好像屋子里比外边还要阴冷一些。这个周末儿子没回家,周五的晚上打来电话,说周末学校里组织学生集体去北大感受名校氛围。电话里儿子语气少有的淡漠,漫不经心的说起,自己这次考试得了一等奖,学校奖了一支很漂亮的钢笔,要留着给我用,下周就拿回来。呵呵。儿子在什么时候学会和你一样,就知道用这种让我心花怒放的小把戏哄我骄傲,各式各样的笔是我的最爱啊!我说,你送的那支我还没舍得用,他的就留着让他自己用。儿子遭受回绝似乎有点不情愿,笑说,别人的就收下,我送的嫌不好?我笑颜如蜜并不解释,好在电话里他也看不到我的喜形于色,被他看到一定觉得我太欠城府。儿子低低自语,说以后一定送一个比你那支好的给我。心中又是一阵窃喜,这孩子和你之间依然有微妙的关系呦。他是否在嫉妒你的那支金笔的分量,你的那支可是在山西太旧建设中三等功臣的奖品呢!其实,只要是你俩送的于我来说,都是珍宝。我窃喜,不单单是他离开我以后更加懂事,而是他小小年纪却懂得低调,含蓄,勤勉,质朴,得意时不张扬,低迷时不气馁。嗯,比较满意,是我所期望看到的。他是我们两个人的军功章呢。也是你今生最美丽的荣誉。他是你和我之间季节轮回里最美的和弦,他是你和我生命年轮里铭刻的春风骤雨和飘雪,他是今生今世我和你等待在遥远距离之外唯一的心灵驿站。为此,我每时每刻都愿意把他佩戴在生命最显赫的位置上。心里。眼里。笑容了。 现在我每天都关注小城天气变化了。近来将连续出现雾霾天气,天气预报提醒人们尽量减少外出活动。每天去上班都见到这样的情景:行人种种,无论天空是否阳光暖照,都对着自己采取重要防护措施,口罩、防毒面具频繁登场,遮掩的神秘令人感觉不安。这个有着几十万人口的小城,通往北京的高速路据说今年十月就要开通,听说首都机场要搬出来在附近修建,房价一夜之间从原来的四千多猛涨道六七千。街上行人车辆突然从地底下冒出来一样,多到稠密。去年秋后,政府下大力度扩建了城市主要交通干线,把绿化带拆除了,这样,整个城市里几乎看不到一棵树了。冬天还好,如果夏天一到,我们每天上班下班,路上一点绿色的阴凉也没有了,我们是否要变成烤红薯了?受城市变化影响,我将调整生活长远规划,暂且放下贷款购房打算,房价再怎么猛涨也将与我无关,我对缺少树木花草的城市充满抵触情绪。这样你也可以安心工作,不必为贷款买房而费心思了。 下午三点多钟,从家里走出来。走到街上时,对着天空看了看,太阳已经被错落有别的楼体挡在城市外边了。 太阳仿佛并不甘心,一心想要穿透厚重的遮挡,钻进城市腹地里来。按说城市也是阳光的家园,从什么时候,水泥丛林将她拒之门外?她再不能坦荡荡穿行在城市的每个角落。阳光是坚韧的行者,她似乎并不为此气馁,今天,她一改自己的秉性,执意做个怕羞的女孩儿,掩了半边颜面,只露一块窄窄的额头和眉眼,在墙角,在极高的天上,依然笑颜如花。一朵含蓄的吝啬绽放的花。 我先是站在院子里,仰着头,对着天幕收拢了一下目光,然后,才放目远方。天幕上灰暗的像抹了一层蜡染,又像写意画的底色,晕染了整张纸面。天空,一轮月亮半圆,像被打磨的几近透明的玉片,若隐若现的挂在天上。月亮和太阳在这样的季节里,是宇宙门前两盏遥遥相对的灯笼,一个灿烂温暖,一个冰清玉洁。天空因为有了她们的守护变得生动妩媚。如果是艳阳高照不会出现这样的景色吧? 我正翘首观望,老天念我,似心生怜惜,远处丝丝缕缕的云被风扯得越来越薄,只是一瞬便变得明亮起来。云如飞絮,淡蓝的底子越发显得干净。这正合我的心意,在这冬末春初春寒意未消的午后,一心想到外面的暖阳里去沐浴。 胃里还是肚子的什么地方,纠缠着无法言说的内乱。有病,从来都是舍到最后的时刻,如同:等待果子熟透,就让它挂在枝上,越是红的鲜艳,越是醒目。你说过,这样的想法是不好的,就像养虎为患。我说,最好是能病给你看,在你回来的时候。我的阴谋也是为了多一点关爱自己。 在一个街道的拐角,有大片的阳光,从敞开的高空跌落下来,没来得及完全稳妥飘落,便被楼角撕扯成碎片。一些洒楼房的阳台上,一些挂在楼顶,还有些细碎如絮的斑驳光影撒到地面上,几位老太拿着手里的马扎向这片光影的世界寻来。她们时而抬头望天,时而又瞅瞅脚下,终于各自捡了一片温暖披在身上,坐下去时,脸上有着满足的笑容,缓缓地舒展了无尽的话题。我不能和她们去争抢这一点的阳光,转身向城外走去。 城的最西边,有偌大的一个菜市场。小城里最开阔离家最近的一片地方。走到的时候,却也是四处高楼耸立迫使阳光不能顺畅抵达了,地面冰冷阴暗寒凉,太阳明亮的光焰只在远处的屋顶上跳跃,一片诱惑的光明只能遥遥祈望了。 不远处,又一片新开盘的小区正在筹建,吊车沉重的轰鸣,电锯尖锐的嘶叫,夹裹着烟尘的气息如隔世幽魂,诡异,隐晦。无处躲藏。 极目远眺,楼房与楼房的缝隙里,几点零星的树影,挣扎、生动、瑟缩、萎靡。一派唯恐性命攸关的模样儿。它们是我心底不尽的忧伤。这样的情绪从春天树木发芽,到冬日叶落枝寒,伴随着城里楼房的高度与日俱增起来,从未停止过。。 城市终于以一种坚硬挺拔的气势矗立在我们的生活当中,乡村渐行渐远。 现在,我只能通过不停的行走才能寻找到一片温暖的阳光。 三 我想要带着你私奔,在一个叫做 不知道 什么时候的时候 。 我是在走向野外的路上产生这个想法的,因为心底里欢快地唱起这句歌词,估计是我自己写的。突然就有了这样的想法。紧接着,嘴角立刻上扬,轻轻浮现一丝不易被人察觉的微笑。我被这念头鼓舞着蠢蠢欲动手舞足蹈,并加快脚步。只是,眼下实在有点冷,我需要阳光的温暖和照射。 工作之余,会特别强烈的想和一个小孩玩耍,他带给我的快乐无与伦比。比如,现在,一个人走在去野外的路上,去寻找阳光的时候。可是,他不愿这个时候出来陪我。他身体还有点娇弱,我也不想他吹了冷风感冒。 很多时候,一些事你就不能过多去想,一想成真啊! 尽管方式不是你想象中的那么美好。这不,在经过一个下午寻找阳光的行走之后,我又一次为他的到来提供了机会。好像我并没有期待以这样一种方式见到他,但还是对他的到来表现出满心的欢喜。 晚上回来,似乎也没有吃任何危险性的东西,或许,只是因为整个下午寻阳光不见,吹了一肚子冷风的缘故,第二天,早上起床到中午,几个小时的时间都在重复一件事,不间断的 跑去厕所。一趟紧连着一趟。嘴里的的白开水还来不及滋润喉舌,下边已经有了便感。仿佛,胃和肛门之间从来没有一根细长的通道。 有些担心,怕自己不能独立完成从家到医院的行走。电话来弟弟帮忙。如此情形他颇感意外恐慌,竟说,打120吧。他这样说怕是乱了方寸。他是四个轮子的汽车跑来的。 他是在任何时候都能笑的出来的人,这时的担忧却写在脸上。还好,他想到了大姐 我的一个朋友,并自作主张打通了电话。有大姐在,弟弟心里开始轻松活泛,幽默风趣笑话不断,我只得抱紧肚子,并严重声明:不许再让我笑了,会大小便失禁的!他们两个带我去医院急诊,医生开了长长的药方。 冰冷的液体顺着血管流进胳膊里,从中午一直到晚上。五瓶液体源源不断的注入血管,冰冷彻骨,心底发寒。却想:那些并不怎么宽敞的管道,一下子流入这么多液体,会不会像洪水泛滥成灾,冲毁我的堤岸,而我要溃不成军!?把想法说给大姐听,大姐淡然而笑。 弟弟忙着赶去公司,电话叫来小侄子和他的妈妈。小侄子不到两周,还睡着,不知是半路上睡着了,还是他妈妈把他的梦乡直接转移过来。心里愧疚羞惭,很不过意。大姐自责:说是自己疏忽,忘了告诉弟弟,她已经跟单位请假了,可以在家关照我。 阔阔妈妈找来暖宝充电后压在输液器的管子上。身心渐渐回暖。 很多年了,病着,有人在身边还是第一次。 面容素淡,不露声色。 阔阔是我给小侄起的名字。只有我一个人叫。 我希望他的一生行走于天地之间,天做窗,地为床,山川树林做围墙,心胸坦荡,沐浴阳光。 每次,我喊:阔 阔 ,他便一脸害羞,满屋子转来转去找,看他的样子我很开心。 他们全家叫他永昕,(永鑫)我从没问过是哪两个字,我对我不感兴趣的事不会深究。弟弟说,花钱起来的。我却还是觉得我起的名字好一些,于是,他们叫他们的,我就叫我的。 阔阔跑来跑去跟着帮忙,一刻也不消停。终于发现喷花的水壶也可以对着人喷,便欢天喜地的拿来喷大姐,喷妈妈。大姐躲起来,对着他关上阳台的门。他获得胜利的喜悦。他的妈妈一边躲闪,一边叮嘱他:去喷花。阔阔很听妈妈的话,跑去喷花。一颗高大的绿萝,我自己用了三年的时间养了起来,已经高达屋顶。也许,他觉得喷花一点也不好玩,花一点反应也没有,干脆跑来喷我。我安静地躺在床上,一点动静也没发出来,可是,他发现了我,并且认定我不做反抗。他对着我的脸猛喷,我只好用被子蒙了头,他开心激动哈哈大笑。地板上到处都是水渍的时候,他终于尽兴的摔了一跤。他的妈妈帮他狠狠的教训地面。眼泪还挂在脸上,便雨过天晴了。 大姐被他从阳台上拽出来时,又发现了更有趣的武器 晾衣服的杆子。于是,拿在手里对着大姐一通挥舞,大姐这次不再躲避,拿出输液的工具要给他打针,他吓坏了。转过来讨好大姐,对着床上我藏在被子底下的双腿胡乱敲打,我把腿缩上来,他只几下就把晾衣架子的脑袋打掉了一边。我见了,恐吓说,一定要他爸爸赔偿。他想一想,歪着脑袋一字一顿说, 我 修。 于是,蹲在地板上,用力把掉下来的枝杈安回去。大姐拿了一条胶布给他,缠了半天,手一挪开,便又掉了下来。大姐说,这下非得叫你爸爸陪姑姑一个新的。 他不服气,站起来,很用力地大声说, 长大 修。 他妈妈急忙过来帮他,笑呵呵说,听到了吧,我们长大了再修。我被他折磨得笑到强忍。两周零三个月的小古怪,这样多的诡计。 天气预报说,今天依然继续雾霾天气,连续阴转多云,气温将继续下降,提醒大家外出加衣御寒,预防感冒。 输了三天液,我的身体回复如初,小侄子和他妈妈还有大姐每天都过来陪我,屋子里人多,开一会儿空调,一点也不冷了。 病彻底好了,才打电话给你,不是把病情讲述给你听,希望你分享阔阔这小东西带给我的快乐,我尽力搜寻语言躲闪开输液的事,还是被你听了出来,从我依然虚弱的声音里。你显然有点恼怒了,质问我:大冷的天气干嘛要去野外?我呵呵笑着解释道:春天不是快到了吗?老燕很勤劳,捡枝衔叶好筑巢呀。 呵呵,你懂得。 赞 (散文编辑:江南风) 凤凰山春游

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林家巷 一次,我路过宜宾,因为转乘飞机需要在宜宾呆近5个小时,由于对这座城市不熟悉…

林家巷

林家巷 一次,我路过宜宾,因为转乘飞机需要在宜宾呆近5个小时,由于对这座城市不熟悉…

夏夜的迷茫

受不了暑热的我,来到渭水河道散步纳凉。咸阳湖美丽的南岸公园和自然的河道里,纳凉的…

爱情情故事

爱人去世,相爱的人…

Magnolia blossoms fragrant my heart

The sky was gloomy and the fog was heavy. It was cool when I got up in the morning. Wu Yun pressed the roof, the tall building in the distance, confused. Near the balcony of the high-rise building, clothes have already been put into the house, and every family closed the window of the balcony. The park in front of my house was covered with lush trees, but it seemed boring at this time. After singing a few songs, the birds can no longer sing spring songs. The withered and yellow fallen leaves all over the ground have penetrated into the soil and turned into more spring mud Hu Hua. Flower, where is it? Why can’t you see it? Are those little red flowers on the balcony? Only the appearance, no aroma, beyond the golden, lose in it! Suddenly a wave of anger poured into the bottom of my heart, and the Heart Lake rippled with sadness. Friendship betrayal, the departure of my lover made me unable to let go for a long time. It has been three years, and the trauma of three years has not been recovered so far. Close the door, enter the room, sit down, take out a white wooden box from the drawer, open it, and see that the originally White Magnolia has turned into yellow and black dried flowers. Extremely ugly, There is no fragrance. This is our destiny three years ago. At that time, he took off the magnolia, strung it into a necklace and put it on my neck. He said, this flower is you, clean and white, fragrant, without any dirt. I treasure it. In his eyes, I am is so beautiful and pure. He touched my nose carefully and said, you simple little girl. At the thought of this, my tears could not stop any more and slowly fell down my cheeks. What simplicity? Since you dropped Magnolia and kissed those red flowers with your lips, my heart has withered, Magnolia has turned yellow, and the years have passed, the white life has also become gloomy, and the charming aroma has been dull since then. Tears dried up and fell asleep unconsciously. Wake up and walk out of the balcony, it is already the sunshine on the ground. The sky lit up and the thick fog cleared away. The tall buildings in the distance were clearly visible. People took out their clothes again to dry. The dark green leaves in the park are slightly more lovely than before. The sun shines on them, and the birds sing the song of heaven again, a little tactfully, a little clear and a little restless. Fallen leaves all over the ground seem to have another meaning. In early summer, the sunshine is brighter and warm. I stretched out my hand and touched the warm fragments of sunshine. The colorful diamond-shaped sunshine is more sacred through the lubricated fingertips. Magnolia flowers bloom, some are in bud, hidden deep in the tender green flower; Some show pointed little heads, shaking lovely little heads with the wind; Some have exposed the whole long and full body, shining bright white light in the sun. My boyfriend took off one and put it in my hand carefully. Look at it with yellowish white, petals overlapping layer by layer, smooth as the baby’s skin, full and plump, it seems to be smiling. He said, smell it. An intoxicating aroma came to my nose. It was like a strong aroma like strong spirits. It breathed in and sucked again. The fragrance was lighter and slightly drunk, so the concentration of aroma was not so obvious. Again, the aroma floated into my lungs from my nostrils, changing the fragrant air into my lungs. My brain was filled with this aroma, which made me confused. Finally, the fragrance floated to my heart, with the feeling that the fragrance of flowers makes people drunk. Many children were running and chasing under these magnolia trees, desperately looking for the trace of Magnolia Landing; Several couples sat on the grass under the magnolia tree, whispering softly and intimately; an elderly couple sat on a bench under the tree, holding Magnolia in their hands and laughing at each other. At this time, I have no doubt that I am simple woman, but I am not that kind of silly simplicity, and I will never be confused by sweet words again. Simplicity is the flower language of Magnolia. After the wind and rain and the vicissitudes of feelings, I realized that what I wanted was not fragile simplicity, but a kind and innocent heart after my heart was gloomy. Don’t be hated to cover the originally gentle and sentimental heart and numb the sentimental heart. The new relationship has injected fresh blood into me. Sincerely, it is also the flower language of Magnolia. When I told him my emotional experience, he gently stroked my hair and said to me gently, “I love you, and I won’t feel bad because of your past. Accept your past, love your present and future. He put his fist on his chest and said no more. Magnolia, Magnolia, after the wind and rain hit, you dropped the fragrance all over the ground and broke the branches. But next year, new branches will grow again, and you will spit out the fragrance in the sunshine of early summer, full of tender buds! As long as you are still pure white and fresh and fragrant, people will still place their feelings on you. Sticking to your beauty and smell should also be your flower language! Magnolia, Magnolia, we all live happily. The child waiting for you under the tree, the lover with his back, the old couple who cherish each other and the US who fall in love at this moment, isn’t such a feeling like this scenery a kind of happiness? Magnolia, your flower language is happiness!

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…

Operating marriage

Marriage Crisis has appeared more and more in modern society. Throughout the development of society, society is progressing, but divorce rate is greatly improving. Why is it like this? In the old society, people’s marriage was just a matchmaker’s words. Sometimes before they got married, men and women had no chance to hug each other, walk together and talk together, some even haven’t seen each other before they get married. They don’t even know whether they look good or bad. However, in that kind of marriage, they still want to stay together and love each other, spend a lifetime together and grow old together. But now the Society has developed. What is self-talk, hug, date, Kiss, share romantic love, two-person world, unmarried cohabitation, trial marriage, is really a pattern, however, the crisis of marriage still appears from time to time. Therefore, modern people should have more ideas: operating marriage. Yes, marriage needs to be operated, just like flowers need rain and sunshine to moisten marriage needs to be operated with love. In today’s diverse and complicated society, extramarital love, Xiao San, Bao er, one-night stands really emerge one after another, so if you don’t pay attention, marriage will light up a red light. Of course, in the face of a truly hopeless marriage, divorce is the best relief and way out. However, for a marriage that has not yet reached the desperate situation, we should have more communication, you can also use love to operate with one more heart. Marriage needs to be run with love. Mutual trust, tolerance, understanding, help, understanding, tolerance and communication will bring vitality and color to marriage life, bringing harmony and joy. An upright and responsible good man should be able to deal with his relationship with friends with different names other than his wife, and should not let his wife be hurt in the communication, it will not affect their friendship and legitimate contacts with their friends, nor will they engage in extramarital love. They should be absolutely loyal and responsible to their wives if they find Xiao San, Bao Jun, and have a one-night stand. I have a friend who has low culture, small mind and poor family conditions. His wife is often very dissatisfied with him, which makes him more sensitive, he monitors his wife almost fourteen hours a day. He does not allow his wife to have any friends of the opposite sex. If his wife goes out for a day, he will definitely make dozens of phone calls to ask what she is doing at the moment, who she is with and who she is online. He will secretly log on to his wife’s QQ and check her chat records, he would read his wife’s diary, which he did almost every day. He did not allow his wife to have any independent space and privacy. Even if his wife is still loyal to what he loves him, even if his wife has done enough to live a hard life with him willingly, there is no cheating, even his wife and friends with different names are just a kind of legitimate relationship of pure friendship. He also cares very much. The final result is that his wife is more and more disgusted with him, and he himself was so tired and poor that he finally suffered from mental illness and ended up breaking up with his wife. There are also such women who always feel that they are not married well and that their husband is better than others. She loves someone else’s husband blindly, even once in a while, he would go out of the wall with his husband on his back. Over time, the relationship between husband and wife became more rigid and bad, and a good marriage and family were all broken up by himself. Why make everything so complicated? Why do you want to live so hypocritical and so tired? Why are you so tired of dealing with emotional entanglement? Why not cherish fate and own? Why not learn to be simple and happy and live happily? There is no end to human desire. Why can’t one be satisfied and happy? Why can’t one control one’s desire? Why can’t we cherish what we already have and the close lover around us who deserves your love? I think when you are tired, his greeting, a phone call and a cup of hot tea will make you feel warm. When you are sick, he will put down everything in his hand to guard you and take care of you. You like listening to that song “The most romantic thing”: the most romantic thing I can think of is to grow old with you slowly, until we are too old to go anywhere, you still regard me as the treasure in your heart, touching this sincere love and touching this beautiful marriage life that depends on each other. Friends, please cherish the person you already have around you, give him a pure love, and give yourself a real romance! May 7, 2013

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…

April, let’s hold hands and build a dream for a while

One

I like to be a warm woman, simple and happy! Fill a pure feeling for a plain day. A ray of sunshine, a monsoon rain. I like to be a beautiful woman, beautiful and true! Add a touch to daily life. A touch of laughter and fragrance. I hope to be a woman with a gentle smile. In my smile, there is a warmth and a deep feeling. This is a kind of feeling, and this kind of pure feeling, it never fades and is rooted in the heart of each of us, with warm flowers. No matter how simple a woman is, she also has a delicate and gentle mind. Through a period of light smoke, she has been through the waves and waters of a city. She still holds her dream in her heart and moves forward alone. Today, I stand on the ridge of the early spring and April, looking far away. The Wind from the prairie in the air blows across my cheeks, and my soul is shocked in the spring season. The sunshine without defects was filled with all the golden rape flowers. The tender branches in spring make ripples in circles on the Green Lake. A swallow swept across the water like a huge record and played a song with warm spring flowers. In April, I was fascinated by my eyes, full of green eyes and full of flowers. I like your lightness, your softness and your lightness. In April, I love your Piao, your beauty, and love your elegance! Oh, spring Oh, let me hold your hand, with the spring breeze on my face, and walk into the grand garden of April! Every April, There is always a kind of expectation, looking forward to a most beautiful date. April is a world without dispute and a colorful spring. It is static and even more mobile. April is my peach blossom garden, a city that deducts fairy tales, and a window with lights on in the beautiful Grand View Garden. I am waiting, looking forward to it, not meeting, but meeting again! April, do you understand me? For so long, I still yearn for the smoky rain in southern China. For so long, I still love the blue sky in northern China. I still reflect on how to let you meet me. In my most beautiful moment, it is my passion to reflect on the Sunshine, carefully full of flowers, and the trembling leaves, I still imagine that I can stare at you under a flowering tree for a long time. I saw that you came. At the moment when a tree was blooming, Jade Trees came to the wind. I saw peach blossoms in the forest falling on your shoulders, and the Sunshine reflected your beautiful appearance. I want to hold your hand tightly. From then on, I love and you love. I am warm and you are warm. I saw a kind of glittering happiness and moving in your eyes. I heard the surging song in your heart. I saw the dew everywhere in the stars moistening your flowing sorrow. I still remember that it was also in such an April that the fragrance of spring and ice solidified your and my heartbeat. I still remember that it was in the May of the warm sun, with a tree blooming like water. I still remember that June, you accompanied me with a roll of fairy tales to see the sea, and the sound of the waves was so harmonious that we sang with each other. Here, your poem, Sunrise, fragrant grass, fallen petals lie in profusion, is like a green flower in the water. Here, your affection, the warm sunshine in spring, the drizzle knocking on the window, the force is transparent, and the affection is long. In April, let’s have a little rest in our hearts. The Shining trees and shadows in the forest are covered with mottled sunshine, bringing the most beautiful warmth to our earthly hearts. Two moving hearts, no need to hide, let the wind feel a kind of soul-penetrating spirit! The time of March and April is very beautiful. The Road of April is very long. If we can stay together in the country of April on the other side, if we can still read my heart in the season of April when flowers bloom every year, if we can become the most beautiful scenery in our heart even if we look far away, then I would rather not see it in my whole life. My whole life is Mister Buddwing, flowers bloom and depend on each other, and flowers fall without giving up. Quiet time, quiet and quiet. In the dark, I deeply feel that even though we are far away from each other, we can see each other’s eyes, Even far away from time and space, you can feel each other’s beating hearts. Even in a strange world, we can look back at each other and continue a previous agreement. In the interwoven words, we can understand each other’s meaning and affection. In April, the appointment period between you and me is always short. However, I am not afraid of separation. There is no separation. How can there be a reunion. I am not afraid of lovesickness. Without lovesickness, how can I feel that deep bone. Even if I don’t see it, I am still happy. In April, you can not see the familiar figure in every fragrant scenery in my world? Whether it is a beautiful and remote grassland, white clouds roll back and forth, green carpet, you are graceful; Or the vast desert, Hu Yang Red Willow, boundless smoke, you smile proudly. Looking back at the vivid and beautiful pictures, my heart is loving. I deeply know that even though years have stolen willow green and red flowers, we will never steal our original oath. Life and Death are wide, and Zi Chengyue. Even if I don’t see it, I am still firm. Looking at April, in my world, Every grassland can find your trace, persistent and romantic brushwork, carved countless sunshine-like warm happiness, where there are strange bones and heartbroken loneliness. My love with you is firm and profound. I dare to say that in my life, this affection for you is a poplar, which is a legend that has not died for thousands of years. When the Red Sun leaned out of the East, we bathed in rain and dew in the morning glow and walked on the familiar path. The song of love in our heart still sang in the field. I opened my sleepy eyes, took the gentle of April into my arms, picked small flowers in the shape of flowers and washed them in the neon, with the warm smell of sunshine. When you and I walk together on the top of the mountain, you are still beside me and enjoy the sunset folium rhododendri daurici, Ren’s happy smile floods on his cheeks. I still love the song “You are in my life” sung by you most: how many people have loved your appearance when you were young. Therefore, I cherish our delayed devotion more. This is enough! The sky is spring for me; I paint for spring. You are the most pure and beautiful blue in my eyes, and the attachment that will never be exhausted in my life. Dear, this April, let’s hold hands and build a dream for a while, OK? 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…

Catkin touch clothes, meet a certain edge

Yousi soft series floating Spring Pavilion, falling Catkins light touch puff embroidered curtain. Sitting in front of the window, looking at the flying catkins outside the window, the poem in “funeral flowers” came to mind. When I smiled with a low eyebrow, I was also the daughter of that girl. My thoughts are graceful, like Catkins, I want to wander lightly and tactfully, wantonly in the world with the most elegant posture, and use the softest posture to brighten this season. Outside my window, the sky is as clear as the lake and as pure as a child’s heart. What I can’t see is not the sky, but the deep yearning in my eyes. Standing against the window, looking at the mesh curtains floating up, my eyes were confused. I didn’t know when it was the return date, and what was the reason for years goes by after saying goodbye. I only know that watching the sky full of Catkins outside the window, I am intoxicated in the country where catkins are flying. Feng Yansi said: tears are leaning against the building and there is a single language. Swallows flies. Will you meet each other? The spring worries are like Catkins, and there is no place to find in your dream. But I didn’t cry, but my heart was full of worries; I was silent, but words flowed repeatedly in my heart; I didn’t have any worries, but my thoughts were messy and I lost my thoughts. Deep in my eyes, I can’t see the face that I am dreaming about, but I am looking for the fate in my dream. Watching Catkins flying in front of the window, gently touching my purple curtain, like a dream, I couldn’t help recalling the figure in my dream. Stretch out his hand to catch a catkin, soft and boneless, and hold it into his palm. It was there quietly, breathing lightly, and let it fly away from my hand, integrating into the country like snow, you can’t distinguish the original appearance. Just like, I can’t identify your direction with the vast sea of people. Looking at their light flying figure, there is a lingering thought lingering in my heart, just like the long hair messy by the wind, the silk is pasted on my face, and there is a persistent idea. I just want to lift my hands lightly, stand on tiptoes lightly, dance with them, dance to the city, smile, and follow each other all my life. In this life, I stubbornly believe in the memory fragments left by the previous life. The entanglement and Lovesickness of that life are only for Junsheng, giving everything to him, and also going to a date that never gives up life and death, love in the Cape. In such a bright and dazzling season, my heart is full of melancholy, not for the passing of spring, not for the dying of red everywhere, just because I forgot the place where I agreed to meet you in the cycle, how should I find your face in this life. On the other side of this life, you cannot see flowers blooming or find your face. The emptiness and desolation of looking through the autumn water spread the whole heart. Have you ever realized that my attachment to you from previous life is still rich and undiminished? In the world, because of missing you, you can not be annihilated by the flood, but the love in your heart has long been rampant. As the seasons change, the memory is deep and shallow, and it is still connected with the thoughts in the heart. Although it is as shallow as water, it cannot be forgotten and cannot be stranded. I still stubbornly believe that the fate will not be easily dispersed, let alone missed. Have you forgotten my existence in this life? Have you worried about other women like me in this life? In this life, are you still looking for you like me in all living beings? I can’t control myself to miss, just as I can’t determine which site on the other shore you are waiting for me, or I have already forgotten in the past few years. I can only linger in the fragments of past life memories, grasping the fate that is slightly humble as time grows old, and the deep but vague love. Is this the so-called deep love? How can I hold your hand accurately when you rub your shoulders with me? From then on, you don’t have to look at each other across the bank. You can experience the desolation of prosperity and prosperity alone. You can watch the dim lights side by side and hold the long-lost warmth. At this moment, how much I want to set foot on the same path as you and find you. As long as you are still there, I am not afraid of waiting for the journey with thousands of rivers and mountains. Now, when the season falls like snow, I gazed and thought about it, lifted the curtain lightly, described your appearance in my heart, sentimentally attached, over and over again. I wish myself to be the flying catkins, and my beauty can float out without wind. When there is wind, I am also calm and calm with the occasion. I can fly freely between the sky and the Earth until I find my own home. And I will use the soft feelings like Catkins to look for you, come to you quietly, smile like a cigarette to you, telling the search and waiting that has gone through thousands of hardships and hardships across thousands of rivers and mountains. After that, I will be with you, holding the red dust, watching the flowers bloom, watching the sunset, watching us walk through the fleeting time with white hair. You, have you seen it? I look for your face on the way of this life, back and forth, never stop, silently and without words. If you see Catkins flying all over the sky on the road and touching your clothes lightly, please stop and hold them lightly, that is my deepest tenderness and attachment; if you see Catkins floating into your window before the window, please don’t close the window, that’s my way to find you; If you see Catkins falling between your eyebrows in your dream, please let your breath become more gentle, that is my unspoken words and pity for you. Therefore, don’t blame me for being careless. I have already hated myself deeply because of my incomplete memory. It is my greatest punishment and torture to be unable to hold your hands accurately. The love of previous life, the love of this life. My wish will fly with Liu Rong to your place, even after the wind and rain, I will find your face. I am already the catkin, soft and light, just like you first saw me. I am waiting to linger on your way. I only wish to touch your clothes lightly at the moment you pass by, meet a certain fate, and renew the attachment of my previous life with this life. Without your time, let the years change, I will still be quiet and safe; Without you, in the world, let the red dust surge in the sky, I will still be as simple as a heart; On the road without you, I am still smiling and smiling. I only wish you could remember the woman who danced lightly for you when the Willow color and Green were deep in the past life and the willow catkins were full of the city. In this life, I am still there, turning all my thoughts into Catkins all over the sky, looking for your footprints, just to meet you at the end of fate and brighten all your seasons. Written in 2014.5.3

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…

Whose story is the wrong time editing

Time edited the story of who was wrong, wrong fleeting time, chaotic years, imprisoned our souls in the lonely dark sea. Illusory floating dust, all predictions have already had results in fatalism transmigration, time dislocation; Endless love, like smoke, like clouds, like dreams, like illusion, let us, like madness, as drunk; Blend into our life, inject our blood, spread over the grassland and penetrate into the earth; It is rooted in our flesh and blood and opens the most brilliant smile on the other side of time, we don’t need to be too attached to the sadness of loss. The quiet alley of the alley, The Street of green slabstone, the classical and elegant attic, the house built color building blocks, hides a long and mysterious love. The time passing through her fingers was confusing, disturbing her emotional world and breaking all her dreams. Dressed in a simple and plain-clean white dress, she lingered in the ancient alley, and the nearby figure disappeared in the smoky and hazy country roadways. She stood in the cool evening breeze, like a lonely tree, looking for something, as if waiting for something, with anxious expectation on her face, but with a little sadness and sadness. In autumn, the wind of memory gently brushed the verdant and ancient Bodhi trees in front of her house through the cold and thick wall, blowing down several withered leaves and entering her courtyard. In the morning, the whistling and annoying wind broke into the window and invaded her rare sweet old dream. Immersed in the dream, she woke up from her dream when she heard a noisy sound. She felt a little cold. She put on a thin coat and came to the window. Looking out of the window, she found a layer of frost borrowed from the branches of the Bodhi tree. The chill penetrated into her tender skin and penetrated into her heart. The wind of the years swept all the lives of love on the Earth, testing the true love believed by human beings, whether they could resist the wind, Frost, rain and dew in the world and move towards the warm spring flowers of the next season. Unconsciously, she had entered the late autumn. The Wild Autumn Wind was a little carried away, lingering in her courtyard all the time, leaving her sadness nowhere to hide and naked to remove her unhealed wound. In the late autumn, the long mountains were meditating, the clear water was sinking, the Bodhi in front of the window was gloomy, and the thoughts of memories drifted with the autumn wind, passing through her deep eyes and crossing the spring and autumn for several degrees, over a few degrees of wind and rain, go back to the past. On the swing of the Bodhi tree, there was a handsome young man sitting. His handsome face was filled with free and easy, and his clear eyes revealed his deep feelings spanning several centuries. A long pipe of Xiao hung on his waist, with a charming smile on his face, waiting for the gentle, beautiful and flowery girl. His eyes were full of eager expectation and his heart was full of joy, the fallen leaves hovering in mid-air and dancing with the wind were also ecstatic for him, and then fell gently on the ground, scattered and varied. The young man brought up the long flute and blew the lovesickness song year after year, which was so touching and touching. Hearing the song full of missing, the young girl put down embroidered clothes needles in her hand, running down from the attic like a rapid gust of wind, and came to the young man’s side; The young girl hid her face and was ashamed, it’s so shy that it makes people love and heart-warming. At the sight of the teenager, she forgot her breath and the thousands of words she wanted to say to him, so she nestled quietly beside the teenager. At this moment, with this scene, the Chinese rose of the courtyard is quietly full of its beauty and beauty, and the grass and trees are also passionately swaying with sweet warmth and joy of hugging each other. The young man made a promise to the young girl without reservation for a lifetime and a promise of constancy, and agreed to keep together until the blue hair and the end of the world. For the sake of this rock-solid love, the happiness of the teenager is happy, and the sadness of the teenager is sad; The girl integrates all the tenderness and feelings into her life and infuses his blood. In this way, even if two people can’t be together often, her life can flow her happiness and sadness. However, when time is misplaced, no one is a prophet who can predict the future. Having made too many speculations about his own destiny is also in vain. In the end, there is only one dream left. Like all love tragedies, the love between teenagers and girls is broken, but it is beautiful, because they have practiced a motto of love, and no one wins or loses, no one hurts the most, no one hurts the most, only who knows the most, and each other is the most precious. He left and disappeared from her world. There was no prediction, no language, no secret code. Everything became calm, like a quiet and terrible nightmare. She understood that the young had no choice, so she deliberately did not break the sad tissue paper and let the young leave quietly without worries. She knew that the young man was carrying a family mission, which was too heavy. She wanted to let go and let the young man free and surging the HAILANG of his life. Smells of roses bear it alone. Without love, her life seems to be lack of oxygen, lack of sunshine, lack of strength, and become fragile; Her heart gradually sleeps over, and her soul has been removed from her body, only the body without thoughts is left. Now she is completely reduced to a prisoner of love, crossing her grief in the lonely deep sea; She needs a peace of mind to kill the suffering Time of losing a teenager. On the night of late autumn, the cold New moon hanging on the horizon, the cold moonlight pouring down wet the whole silent courtyard and wet her eyes. Under the Bodhi tree, she sang a mournful song with the piano, pushing herself into the abyss of pain slowly. In this way, she kept looking at the horizon and slowly grew old. The flood could not drown her regretless affection; The fire could not burn her faithful love; The sky fell apart and could not bury her loving soul and loving flesh; She spoke with the gentle autumn wind, pour out your thoughts and worries about teenagers.

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

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Love story

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Light sprinkle curtain

The sun slopes westward and the wind is soft. Enjoy this rare tranquility alone. Xu Feng gently stroked the skin, gently rubbed and relaxed the hair, a pot of green tea, enjoying the leisurely walking. The fatigue of working all day has been eliminated in the sunset kiss.

In the wind, talk about the fragrance of flowers, clear heart into the lungs, away from the hustle and bustle of the city, looking for a pure land, even if it is a moment to store enough, it can also melt thousands of knots.

Heart! Cross the afterglow and lie in the warm arms of Hongxia. There is no keyboard tick, blocking the screen flash fantasy, holding a ray of sunlight pillow to sleep. The eyes were dyed quietly, the lips were tired and fragrant, and the light words murmured. Heart! The battle was filled with the mountains and rivers of ink color, and stayed beside the gurgling stream. Hold you in your arms and revel in all kinds of emotions. Hand in hand all the way, we set off in the green of spring, all the way to ignite the warm summer, taste the cozy Autumn Fragrance and harvest the sweetness of autumn, tears filled with surprised heart frozen in the cold. How many flowers bloom and fall red to the star drop, and the heart is hard to sink.

On change of the seasons, we still enjoyed our rest beside the stream. Whether it was hard to leave the fallen leaves or the ripples were in panic, the butterfly always worked tirelessly for the overlapping position of heart and heart.

Thank you for being accompanied by the wind and rain, a journey of mountains and rivers, rebirth all the way, mellow with laughter and tears, the fatigue of the journey rushed to understand your heart. Smile, no longer far-fetched, tears, no longer sad. The strength after ups and downs makes the familiarity hand in hand tighter. Don’t Love vigorous, only hide must be plain.

Gather two Yiyi, you are in the red dust. Roll a curtain of Xiaguang to give me a gift, hold a hug of warmth and affection, full of heart, overflowing the mochi. Warm heart, long baking days. There are many changes in the four seasons, and the scenery cannot be changed. The sadness is happy, the joy is happy, and the long road is consistent. Beside the water of the small bridge, we are nestled in the shape of flowers before and after the moon, hiding the green kiss fragrance. Listen! Feel the past, hold tight! It is enough to be able to interpret the present. Love! It was not only spread on the road full of flowers, but also blocked in front of the thorns. Gratitude, no need to say a thousand words, every move that jumped in the heart was integrated with firm eyes. The light boat has passed Man Chung San. Yesterday’s story goes with love. Staring at the flower appearance, I hold you tight again and repeat the heartbeat of the past, so that the wind can wake up the past bit by bit. Draw the fireworks of love into the sky and write it out in between notes, I! I only care about you, Qingyour under the eaves, wash the dust and settle down, fresh and fragrant, branches and vines CLEAR. Love moistens the day and night time, love and melts the darkness of getting along with each other day and night. Wish Upon a Star, with the dream of persistence, you! It is my wealth in this life, with you! The heart is no longer lonely. Laughter shook off the mist of sorrow and joy, tears warmed the ups and downs of belonging. Transmit the heat of love with heart and burn every passionate time together forever. Love is strong, rendering a piece of sky, making thick and colorful, depicting the original intention of the beginning of love. Deep feelings, red clouds, clouds bring charming waves to shake. A love letter is full of heartbeat, the only one! Suffocate the heart instantly. Love, winding the oath of life, weaving plain and persistent with heart. Sincere! Hold the breath of two hearts, close your eyes, and you can hear the melody of the heartbeat. Connect me while connect you. In the sunset, the city is full of golden dots, with a soft and shy face of drooping curtain. In the evening breeze, Qianzhi flowers move. Lightly sprinkle curtain, lightly wear my cape of many oreams, take you to fly together. Let dreams light up and love be peaceful. 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…

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…