Iceberg love, lotus bloom

The lofty iceberg is far away to sigh your face; The snow is covered, and you are searching for your trace. The deep and shallow feeling of love opens in your heart. Over your boudoir, curtain yarn gently caress, red candle light tears, smell your lotus fragrance, it seems that the moon is no longer clear, but the heart is fixed at your moment, light darkstory, yingying drifted across my eyebrows, like the green water on the top of the Green Mountain, like the colorful clouds in the white clouds, echoing in the red dust for a long time.

Spring rain rippling, willows like silk, quietly wandering in front of your door, poetic flow for you, waiting for a moment when you look back gently, not afraid of the wind and dust you walked through bringing me into the night without you, I am not afraid that your slight smile will ignore me, and I only want to treasure your days.

Poplar blossom, dancing my young dream, the spring water is wet, wet through my dry heart, can not forget to have your time. The red dust turned around, but you couldn’t change your plain face, but you only introduced me to your home, dancing, blooming a white lotus in the clean Moss; The fragrance of books and songs, in the round jade bead, it drifts lightly. Open the bead curtain, your face suddenly turned in my heart, can’t wait for your poetry, go forward and pick up the pen, write the most beautiful music for you.

The rain fell on the top of the clouds and shed all my tears, expressing my years of pursuing you for thousands of years. Plum Blossom may regret that it is very far away, but it is like snow forever settling in my heart.

The handwriting is flowing and the spring breeze is ringing. I walked through your door and saw you and your old lover who you couldn’t forget for a long time. All my decisions collapsed in tears and I never met you from now on.

Maple leaves are so cool that they flow away alone in the long street. When you walk forward, the faint lotus fragrance wipes away the tears for me all night. I said that you are not the person I want, and your faint smile stagnated in the dark night, looking at your helpless expression, my heart can no longer refuse you.

The grass bursts, and the Bluebird refused to leave. Since then, you have never come back. The words of the red dust have not been written for thousands of times. The Songs of the past few years can’t finish your songs. The writing of that year is the end of the world, disappeared in the dream. You said we were a bright moon and a sun, and you lit me up with the light of your whole life. You said that one of us was a mountain, the other was a clear water, and you surrounded me in this life. But then you disappeared in the dark forever. I refuse to leave, waiting for you to be in the world.

The autumn wind rustled, chasing with tears, you fell in the snow peak, the Holy Snow Lotus remained your lingering warmth, the smile was stiff on your face, Snow Lotus in my heart, I understand, that is your best confession to me.

JS spring grass, walking through your grave, a thousand volumes of poetry, and the soft curtain are all your footprints.

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…

Autumn, a strong and beautiful…

Autumn wind is heavy, autumn feeling. Wind, touch every inch of skin gently, like your cold hand, caress my bronze cheek. The autumn wind falls all over the ground, weighing thousands and tens of thousands, silently and silently. That is the wings of Fengshen. In early autumn, the weather is still a little warm. The landscape of the Earth is still green. At night, the Moonlight is like water and mirror. You go to the middle of the pond and pick up the remaining lotus seeds yourself. The moon, the cool glow under the wine, was paved into a slightly shiny light yarn, covering the whole pond. On the River Pond, the dense decline leaves are in the sky, and the scenery of the sky and leaves is endless. In the autumn of this year, it will never recover again. The moon is as bright as the Golden Palace in the sky, full of profits. You look up and look at the moon affectionately, with a sad smile on the corners of your mouth. Such a long, long, long, looking, what are you thinking about? Do you miss your relatives who are far away from the end of the world and at the corner of the sea? Do you still not want to feel the faint full moon like your heart, or do you feel sad that your life will be like this autumn leaf. At the end, silent? In the pond, fish are still wandering around. You hold fishnet and gently drip. Fish seem to know your heart and swim to the center of fishnet. Those fish in camouflage clothes, they were wandering around the internet one after another, and they were not comfortable. In fact, your net is laid on the water surface of the pond, leaving a little game for colorful fish quietly. You bend down and admire the lively and lovely water elves in the bright moonlight. You sing the song of Phoenix Legend: I am like a fish in your pond, just waiting for the Manchurian wild rice moonlight with you. After swimming through the four seasons, the flowers are still fragrant, leaving you in the middle of the water. You sing softly, with hoarse sadness floating in your voice. What are you thinking? Is this song touching the softest place in your heart, or do you miss the Moonlight beauty of the lotus pond in the past, or sigh that you can’t live freely in a beautiful world like a fish? The next morning, you came to the River Pond and looked at the Willow weeping, listening to the sound of the birds and the rhythm of the cicada, as if the gentle intoxication was written on your face. In the pond, most lotus leaves have withered and rotted on the water. However, according to me, you pointed to the half green and half yellow lotus leaf excitedly. Look, how clear and bright the water drops above are. The rain last night was really a timely rain. Look, although most of the lotus flowers have been thanked, the flower under your lotus leaf is still open shyly, as if it is cardamom girl who just came out of her boudoir. You took my hand and ran to the other side of the lotus pond. There are many lotus flowers that are not easily discovered by people. It is really beautiful. Pink is revealed in the white, which is like a goddess in Wonderland, immortal and independent, enchanting without affectation, holy, elegant, Noble you pull me, keep talking, the smile on his face is a little less sad than last night, more beautiful. Dear, what are you thinking? Is it the beauty that has not been opened in my heart for a long time that is rippled by the beautiful lotus flowers like poems in front of me? Is it the last time that I am determined not to be sad any more and spend the rest of my deep love with me? Or is there a little light of hope burning a strong soul in your heart? In late autumn, in the boundless cold, in the falling leaves, and in your growing weakness, it finally came. You and I came to the river pond again, but all the scenery was no longer there. The Willow was cut off, and the River Pond was dead and boring. Wind blowing, I will add clothes for you. The fish did not know where to swim; There were long hairy algae floating on the water. A cleaner pulled the dead lotus leaves to the shore with a bamboo hook, and the other went deep into the pond, sorting the lotus leaves and lotus seedpod over and over again. Several children found lotus seedpod in a large pile of lotus leaves and dug out lotus seeds. At this time, your face is calm without any pain. You said to me in anger: dear, do I look like this bleak pond now? No, in my heart, you are the most beautiful, you have a kind heart, God will bless you! Dear, look at that lotus seed, it will be buried deep in the soil next year. In early summer, it must be the lotus leaves in the pond Dancing with the wind, and the lotus flowers in the pond are slightly fragrant, it’s time for the empty butterfly bees to spread pollen! Then, you must be strong and live until early summer next year. Let’s look at the flower of life in a season! You were tired, lying next to me on the grass full of yellow flowers, and fell asleep unconsciously. For a long time, I called you, but you never woke up, and the wig fell on the grass. I hugged you and cried bitterly. My wife, why are you so miserable? Why are you so cruel? I left late autumn without saying goodbye. I stood on your grave, I will send you a withered lotus seedpod, so that you in heaven can become a fragrant and elegant lotus in early summer, and I will come to this pond, the pulse looks at you affectionately, as if you are in front of my eyes again, my wife beside me, autumn is your love language, autumn is your soul, autumn is your strong and beautiful heart. I will live well and bring you and my common beautiful memories.

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…

No if

Where the Dream begins, the sea is wide and the sky is blue. What is it? I sigh in my ear but let moths slide down the candlelight. What is it? I lament in front of my eyes but let the meteor fade away from the sky. Flaming wings and breaking chest. Listen, what is that voice, tactfully and widowed. You smell, what kind of smell is that, mellow and smelly. That is the fragmented music, that is the thick and bright red blood. That is if. If the spring is warm and the flowers bloom, if the morning breeze is on the surface, if the fingertips are tightly held, if the time remains unchanged. Too many if, too many if. So it began to cycle, just like the annual ring could not escape from the trunk, so it began to chase, just like the fairy tale did not stop to chase, so it began to be silly, just like the kitten looking for a whirl. Suddenly, I found that the road under my feet had already become a circle. I still can’t stop my steps. The weak heart always keeps a place. Even if the dust has been sealed for a long time and the dust has been embellished, it keeps moving at will. Even in the dim gap of eyes, suddenly the light is dazzling, burn your eyes. The sky is dark. Only, there is no if. If, just don’t want to face the hollow shadow of the Sun tree, if, just don’t want to accept the light of the dark night, if, just don’t want to admit that the sand of the clock of time is dancing all over the sky. The shadow will finally light up, the light will eventually go out, and the hourglass will eventually run out. It only left the mark of the dream of the past. It was weathered and riddled with holes. Its face was old. It was choked in the wind and wanted to cry. Pervious to light of the holes were devoured by holes, there is no substance left that can be called tears. Although we know that there is an oasis in the desert, it is just too far away, although we know that there is Aurora in the north, it is just too long. Suddenly, there is an illusion that Aurora emerges from the Oasis, accompanied by the fragrance of Sophora japonica, enveloped around, more warm, more charming, more tired and sleepy, the more unclear it is, it is like this, sleeping, and the smile of a dream is revealed in the corners of the mouth.

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…

Leaning a city, I feel distressed all my life

Looking forward to a windless night, I sit alone in the deep Qingtai. You come gently, hold me tightly in your arms and tell me, don’t be afraid, you are there. I am eager for an unmanned castle, surrounded by strange personnel and strange scenery. There is no one to disturb here. It is good for you and me to depend on each other. If I want a silent time, I will rub my thoughts into the wind. I will wait for you in your dream. If you don’t come, I am not old. In the fleeting time like water, I waited for a Lotus’s mind, and when the man who cherished Lotus came back, I had already poured a whole city, and I only felt distressed when you came. There is an unspeakable story behind every indifferent person. The beginning of the story is deep love, and the end is the end of the story, which makes people prefer to abandon 3,000 prosperity without leaving a trace of concern. Because I have loved deeply, I dare not touch it. Because it really hurts, I choose dust seal. I watched the people around me walking towards the curse-like fate one after another, and then I escaped from it until the wind was light and the cloud was light, and my heart fell into the dust. I know that I am only one of them. I also understand that you no longer say that it is not painful, but pretending that it is not painful, because it is unforgettable, so it is hard to forget. I think, you have never regretted, because you have loved, so beautiful, this is youth, this is experience. In front of love, I was too weak to leave, but I had to wait until the crowd was over before leaving with a tired wound. Whether it is friendship or love, it is always impossible to turn around proudly. It is always the back of watching them go away, and then they are alone. Dear, please give me a unique reason. This is the only time that my favorite sisters let me go first. If you meet such a woman, please don’t blame her for her thinness and coldness, and the bitterness of Lotus heart. You only know that if you can’t see the sadness in her eyes, you don’t have to demand her present appearance. What if you know? The company and understanding of her whole life are the secure happiness she wants. Standing at the crossroads, I just stayed where I was. Someone desperately wanted to get close, but someone wanted to escape. I turned my back to the person close. I looked at the direction of the man’s distance with tears and was heartbroken silently. You said it was always just a turning distance, then after I turned around, would you still stand behind me and give me gentle waiting? I just want to look back and see forever. My feelings are very delicate, and I will remember every special day. Last year and today were the beginning of the same boat. Where are you today? I hold you tight in the wind and rain, and you loosen me when the flowers fall, where is the promised happiness? Along the way, there are several times of sadness and happiness. The separation and integration are like flowers blooming and falling. However, when spring blossoms bloom, they never get separated. The years we have passed together seem to have finished our whole life, with mixed happiness and sorrow. I am glad that you are still there. Compassion was once Aquacome. I am still me in those days, but you are not the original you. A legend, this life is unique, what if I pour out the world? But you are not with me. All the people are moving forward, only I stay at the origin, with the thought of moving, sad years, pain for a few years. Walking alone in the noisy crowd, my thoughts became more and more intense, and my inner struggle had already been in chaos, pushing me to the forefront. There is no understanding, only criticism, no identification, only complaint, so in the wind and rain, my cold soul is close to you, just for the close dependence of two hearts. I never thought that you were just one of the passers-by, and they forced my fire out, making my heart wander through the wind and rain, and I could no longer find a home for placement. No one supports my persistence, but I am too persistent, but what if I pour out the world? They all let the flowers fall like this, and the flowing water drifted away, teaching Yi to break his intestines. Since then, I have only been a person in painting, not a lovesickness character, and buried my beautiful sadness for the rest of my life. I like listening to the rain in the quiet night, and I also listen to my heart. The rain seems to be spiritual, ticking and ticking, adding peace to the Silent Night and brightening the lonely heart. I leaned against the window to listen to the rain, lonely and quiet, the rain can always bring me infinite reverie, even lovesickness, thinking at this time, where are you? What kind of scenery will be around you? I live alone and miss you silently. Through the Lotus Heart, tears fall into the city, and it is not as warm as your heart. Holding the wind and kissing the rain, there is only sad thoughts in my arms, one’s thoughts and thoughts all night long, which originated from this rainy season. Dear, have you ever thought of me? I once thought that as long as I love enough and think about it fully, I will definitely touch the other party and gain the same sincerity. In the end, I just touched myself. After the experience, I finally understand that some people are fireworks that you can never reach. The more you try to catch them, the more you lose; some things are the memories of the city that you can’t redeem in your whole life. Time can’t come back, and we can’t go back. Although we miss it again, it can only be once. I think about it, dust myself, live alone in an empty space, and hold the beautiful and amazing love that once belonged to me. The prosperity is full of places. After all, it is a person who walks on a strange road and looks at strange scenery. People who come here are like illusion, RUURUU like electricity, and turn around and never see each other again. Because happiness is not easy to come by, we should know how to cherish it more. If we miss it, it may not be better. If we come back, we should cherish the people in front of us. It has nothing to do with the past, the future, and the love is now. In plain time, when I met you, it was the only thing that could not be copied. If you were still there, I would do it and cherish it. As long as the sun would rise, I would not forget you. The real joy is not that there is nothing in the heart, not into the world, but in all aspects, if the heart is dust; The real simplicity is not to avoid the red dust, know nothing, but through the dust, the heart is still clear; the real wisdom is not to meet friends and make enemies with enemies, but to turn enemies into friends and serve people with virtue; The real happiness is not to be as sweet as honey, but to get through the wind and rain and suffer plain; A true friend is not talking about love on paper, suffering gains and losses, but sharing ups and downs with each other and being quiet as water. True love is not to find a perfect person, but to appreciate an imperfect person with perfect eyes. Family affection is like porridge, which is not sweet at the entrance, but can relieve your food and clothing. Even if he has nothing, he is still with him. Even if the wind and rain are biting, it is your deepest warmth; Love is like tea, let’s begin is fragrant, and the taste is light. A world in a flower, a Bodhi in a glass of water, true love is still waiting for the temperature of a cup of tea after tasting the astringent sweetness, plain happiness is warm sweet permanent; Friendship is like water, strong as the sea, calm as the stream. Even if it is not often connected, it is still the same when I think of it. There is no sweet words, and I will not lose my mind. If we have not been connected for a long time, but our love has never faded away, and it is unforgettable when we read it, then we have been like family members; If we don’t see it for a day, we miss it all the time, and our deep love is full of heart, then I miss you because of love; If you are my smile at the corner of my mouth, I am your sometimes lingering thoughts, even if you don’t often contact, your feelings will not fade, even if I don’t often think of it, I won’t forget it. Then you are my friend. One you, one me, meet the network; Don’t chat, don’t add Group, I am me. Build a bridge with Wen, connect friendship, and write without hesitation; Meet with sincerity, know each other lightly, and have nothing to do with cause and effect. You have your scenery, I have my life, do not intervene, do not disturb, only appreciate, only care. There is no need to hold a grudge because you can’t get it. There is no need to be cold-eyed because you don’t contact. There is no need to turn the Internet into work and the space into a workplace. If you have a visit, you must return, answer all your questions, welcome your guests with smiling faces, keep talking, get off work, and call entertainment? If so, I would rather withdrawing from the network. Surfing the Internet is only for spiritual sustenance, mood release, and being a true self outside the complicated world. One is not to destroy other people’s families, the other is not to interfere in other people’s lives, the third is to affect the mood of the other person, because you are you, I am me. Come if you like, go if you hate, there are no hidden rules, no evil forces, no cheating or cheating, what are you fighting? It’s good to be happy. This is the Internet. In the net, we are friends, outside the net, you are still you, I am still me, as always. Chengye network, defeated network, depends on how you grasp it. Life is like a station. You accompany me on this journey and disappear in the crowded crowd the next moment. Everyone is a passer-by, in order to arrive at his own destination in a hurry, only lies in the difference between distance and length of stay. I recall 1.1 drops of the past over and over again, trying to catch the wings of time again and again, looking back, looking for you, missing. If you can, please leave me in that period of time. I have met you for the first time, and my heart is warm, warm in recent years, and accompany me peacefully. In time, enjoy the warmth, in the fleeting time, listen to the flowers bloom quietly. The real distance is not from the south to the north, but from the heart. If you are in my heart, the world is also at hand. If I am not in your heart, the world is at hand. I like the integration of heart and heart, the understanding of heart and heart, and the warmth of heart and heart. I cherish it because I know it. If you understand, I will be enough. Yesterday is growth, tomorrow is hope, today is the wings of dream building. You stop or walk, the sky is there, don’t come or not; You are sad or happy, the sunshine is there, no increase or decrease. It is better to choose to soar. The Sky leaves no trace of birds, but at least I have already flown. Most women are emotional and delicate. They need a person who understands her heart. If you want to enter a woman’s heart, it is not enough to have love and love. You also need to understand: to understand the weakness in her bravado, to give her spiritual support; To understand the sadness in her happiness, to give her spiritual care; To understand her outrageous and unreasonable, respond to the expectation in her eyes; To understand where her heart goes, she doesn’t ask much to accompany her in the wind and rain. She just wants to find a lover who knows each other.

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…