Cinnabar is in my heart, and I love you in the world.

On the night of early summer, my heart was tired. I like to hold a cup of light fragrant tea and snuggle quietly in front of the window to find the home of my heart. Summer Wind blew away my long hair and also danced the wind chimes on the window sill. The crisp Symphony was melodious and confusing. An inspiration suddenly attacked my head and soul. Suddenly, I wanted to write an article about you. Without thinking, the title appears in front of me. Cinnabar is in my heart, and you are in love with the world. Among the hundreds of years of life, the ups and downs of the tide are one day, flowers bloom and blossoms are one season, and wax and wane is one year. Life is learned during the journey, and time is settling to generate fragrance. After the taste of red dust and the weight of love, I feel that the rose of true love is fresh and pleasant; After seeing the prosperity of the world, Fang feels that it is true that it is plain and light. After a long time of ordinary and dusty days, Fang felt that missing you was also a strange romance. This kind of sincere memory is only known to God, you know and I know. Some people say that life is short, don’t miss people you shouldn’t think about, don’t miss people you shouldn’t read. However, I believe few real people can do it. Ordinary people like to miss the past. Beautiful as before, where does this word come from? Perhaps, the first love complex is the answer. The lover of first love, even if he is poor and penniless, even if he has never given you a penny and never sent you a present, even if he has never held your hand and never said that I love you, even if he used to be reserved and timid in Myanmar, even if he has 10,000, he is always in the forefront of the star world in your memory. I have been pursuing a calm life! However, God never let me succeed. Therefore, in my ordinary and extraordinary Munich, the wind is flat and the waves are still not quiet. Sometimes, it is inevitable that there is a feeling of embarrassment. Whenever I am so helpless, I will stand by the window and look at the familiar you in the sky. The missing flowers walked along with the white clouds, slowly gathering into a knot. There is no skillful craftsman in the world who can open this knot except you. The barrage of life cannot stop my ideological trend towards you. Although there are too many disappointments in life, the memory of first love is always fragrant, charming and fresh. Your young face and smile will always bloom with the glory of youth. I have been unable to drive you away from my mind, so you are still young in my heart. The campus in memory is always so unforgettable. The memory of you is always like the flower season. The spotless flowers on the balcony are fragrant. I admire the beautiful flowers, lament the flowers and appreciate the ups and downs of life. Taste the fragrant tea in your hands slowly, and the ups and downs of life come with chewing. I held my chin with my left hand and pulled out the stringless piano in my mind with my right hand. Unconsciously, I couldn’t help rolling my body into the curtain and looking at you in the distant sky. With memories, I asked myself, why can’t I forget you? The answer is: life is in a variety of ways. Although we have no destiny, it is also a kind of happiness. Because we are still beautiful in each other’s hearts. The flower of missing is full of the night sky. The rising fragrance accompanied by the detachment in my heart drifted leisurely to the night sky. The song of first love was sung by the moon. There is no twinkling XINGX in the sky, but you in my heart are clear and picturesque. At this moment, loneliness is like poetry and loneliness is like a song. Dear, please allow me to open my heart, the poetic wind makes waves, try to clog and sing you. I’m shouting to heaven here, can you hear me? I am hesitating against the sky here, have you seen it? I am wandering towards the moon here, do you feel it? Although the road of missing is pale and lack of Chen, in my life, I am doomed to be fettered with wandering. Dear, do you know? My Lonely Soul’s steps in exile have been lost in the water curtain gradually. Dear, let me put all my heart into your warm heart romantically because of my concern! Surge thousands of layers, open the horizon, people flow like Tide, shoulder-to-shoulder. No matter how many pedestrians I pass by, no one can make me remember so deeply like you. I can recite every detail of our deskmate. Every word we have said is still fresh in my memory. Through the sound and waves of the city, I pushed away the indifferent mind. I once rebelled against the original intention, like a fin and wings moistening. Cinnabar is in my heart, and I love you in the world. I put down my tea and released the gentle flood of my fingertips into the soft love water. I said to the night sky, dear city, please give me a quiet place and give me a chance to enjoy yourself. I look forward to facing secular barriers like the wind. However, I have been a mortal for a long time, and my joys and sorrows are often expressed vividly in articles. Ruizhao Capital, fragrant sweat. Among the four seasons songs, there are ripe rice orange, chestnut and osmanthus, and there are many people who like to regard the erosion of Haishi lip Tower as the confusion of life. Their eyes staring at money are always green and shiny. There are still many people who like the madness of having fun in time. To be honest, I don’t like repeated greasy corruption. Therefore, as early as before, when I was rolling and crawling in the society, I often put myself into embarrassment and embarrassment with a calm attitude. Why can’t you put it down? It should be said that love is in this life, but we live in the past life or the future life. In the warm and cold season, my heart is charming. I like to date with that yellow light green. I am a girl who loves dreaming. I often regard this loneliness as a date at cost. Because as long as I think of you in my heart, sentimental I will date happily. In computer games, steel arms were destroyed in the gray and blue mist. I never indulge in the characters in the game, but I often live in the fantasy world. I often think hard about the real life. Your figure is always getting bigger and clearer, getting closer and closer to me. Some people often say that distance is the most fatal injury! But I want to say: if I am in your heart, what’s wrong with the ends of the Earth? The tunnel of time is shuttling, but your shadow has been staying in the center of my tunnel. Every time there is such a scene in my brain, I will feel sad with a special liking. Most of the time, I will quietly wipe away the dust on my memory, open the initial emotions that blend into the deep memory, and gently moisten and sweet in my heart. The first love you, like a spring breeze or a touch of autumn, has become the most beautiful silhouette in my memory. Cinnabar is in my heart, making you love in the world and becoming the obsession in my heart. There is a familiar lyrics: when I am lonely, I can still hold you. How lucky should I be? My life is a scroll! When someone holds it up for reading, you will be recited thousands of times. Because the words on my scriptures are all because of your beautiful Lantula. A bitter man said to the monk: I can’t let go of some things and some people. The monk said: nothing can’t be put down. He said: but I just can’t let it go. The monk asked him to hold a teacup and then poured hot water into it until the water overflowed. The bitter person was burnt to release immediately. The monk said: nothing in this world can’t be put down. If it hurts, you will naturally put it down. Although this Zen statement is very philosophical. However, I am a fool who is too hot to loosen. Someone once asked me: can you sing at the same table? I answer: no! He said: you are really OUT! I smiled lightly, indicating the default. In fact, I can’t sing. Just because some singing will hurt to tears, I don’t want to touch that string lightly. You once said to me, you are a sentimental girl! In the past, I dare not answer you directly. But when facing you, there is always a throbbing of blushing heart. Tonight, when I write down words for you, my eyes are moist and my heart is bright. Cinnabar is in my heart, and you are lonely in the world. Tonight, the tears falling on the banana leaves wet the heart of the curtain people listening to the rain. I let my heart fly. Pigeon whistle came Your News. Said, the prosperity in the red dust isolated you and me. We are not people in the same world, and we are doomed to have no destiny in this life. In my memory, the wind leaking in from hedge gate blew away the sadness on my forehead, and even shook the osmanthus tree in front of the court to the fragrance of the yard. I looked down on the curtain, and the green brick patio filled a pool of coolness. A bunch of plantains held slightly aslope, like a love umbrella, standing pretty and upright in the center of the memory. The dew on the umbrella leaves overflowed with dim light, reflecting the cinnabar tears in my heart. Some Saints said, take the right path in the world, pursue the three wealth, do not abandon, do not go to extremes, and master the balance. Like a stream, it is easy to shout at the source and jumping happily. Through the mountains and valleys, I went to the vast expanse of ocean singing all the way. The eyes that Miss you trembled slightly with the memory, and the crystal clear round beads poured down from the umbrella leaves, which made a cold splash on the earthly green slabstone. The tears of missing you are covered with moss that people sigh. Under the marked steps, a canopy of snow rose rose rose rose along the rain, such as the first love story of Cinderella. The Sun of missing is no longer enthusiastic. I was in the sea of flowers, listening to the whispering of flowers. Finally, I reluctantly sneaked into the horizon and returned to his world. At the moment I turned around, I heard the words of flowers from another world. A kind of love flowed among the flowers, and I sensed the collision between the mountain and the ground in my heart. There is a Western saying: Roses are not fragrant because their names are not roses. Therefore, I will not cherish everything in reality because I don’t have you. The years are quiet, and the years are moving around. I gently lean on the corner of the season. According to the fragrance of words, I will shake my thoughts like water into the beauty of the tip of the pen. Love is a flower growing on the edge of a cliff. If you want to pick it, you must have courage. Carry a surging song, bring a romance of missing, and remember the warmth of sincerely sending along the way. Let the season in my heart bloom forever with roses waiting for love. Cinderella, I stand for you in the posture of a snow rose, and watch a cinnabar in my heart in the tenderness of your fingertips. Missing you, the heart is far away from the mundane, beyond the boundary of time and space. I know you in this life, no matter destined fate in my previous life or improper arrangement from God, I am full of infinite gratitude. Dear, when you finish reading this article, I believe you can understand how deep I love you. Plato said: Since love, why not say it? If something is lost, it will never come back! Yes, it is now or never. Love is the soul of love, you are the embodiment of love, I am and other roses of love. Although we have a heart-to-heart relationship in this life, we sigh that this love will not be cured in the hope of fish, and we will see again in the next life. Ying Yihuai’s poetry and painting are in the end of his pen, and he can finally win the sunshine. Picking up the lingering drizzle, watching the vicissitudes of life with a free and easy smile of the wind, passing through with the elegant and light clouds, sitting on the years with the attitude of flowers, writing life with indifference, and spending time with Enron, let the day rise in the firewood, oil and salt, let the life a beauty passed away in the coarse tea and light rice, and let Liang Zhu’s love charm bloom in your butterfly love with me. Wen Yue is in the sky, cinnabar is in my heart, and you are in love with the world. The warp scroll is in hand, and the peace is so simple. With you in my heart, it is sunny. Cereals can also fill the belly; A quiet room can also cultivate one’s mind and improve one’s character; Half a cup of light tea can also be elegant and fragrant. Tonight’s window is very beautiful!

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