Marry into the purple dream

Marry into the purple is the ultimate goal of many women’s lives. If marry into the purple of the successful experiences of ancient and modern Chinese and foreign countries and the painful lessons of the broken dream of giants are compiled into a book, it will surely be regarded as a treasure book by those women who have not succeeded in the revolution and who are still working hard.

The charm of the rich makes countless beautiful people compete for waist folding, but the rich are as deep as the sea, and marry into the purple is not easy. To enter a wealthy family, one must have the qualifications to attract the wealthy, such as the nobility and elegance of Mrs. Kennedy, the gentle beauty of Zhu Lingling, and the intellectual talent of Japanese Princess Masako. Many women who have broken their dreams are bitter. What can’t be relieved is why they are so beautiful that they can’t realize their dreams? They don’t know that rich people certainly prefer beautiful women, but beauty is not the only pass to rich people. And seeing Zeng Xinying, who won the throne of Taiwan’s richest wife Guo Taiming, has no outstanding appearance and temperament. However, people have pure kindness that can’t smell the taste of money, he easily defeated Guo’s first-class strong opponent around the richest man. Deng Wendi, who had nothing to do with beauty, even though he had a disgraceful record of exchanging marriage for a green card, with his wrist and scheming, he held up with the ridicule and abuse of the world, he defeated Murdoch, who devoted his whole life to News Corporation, and conquered Murdoch, who was rich and hostile. What Guo Shoufu loved was innocence and kindness, and what Murdoch saw was shrewdness and scheming. This was exactly the saying of radish and green vegetables, each of which had the saying of love. Zeng Xinying and Deng Wendi’s rich marriage, countless civilian girls without beauty and background were greatly encouraged. It turned out that Cinderella did not only exist in fairy tales.

Marry into the purple, I thought everything would be fine and I could sit on the treasure chair firmly, which would be a big mistake. Fortunately, marry into the purple was only a small step of victory in the Long March. Luxury is limited, but the beauty of marry into the purple is like a carp crossing the river. A marry into the purple-year-old beauty anchor claimed that what she saw was not his wealth, but the wisdom of creating wealth. Compared with the half-covered cover of this beauty who married the rich, many new generation of beauties made no secret of their desire for Giants. It is said that in a marriage club dedicated to serving the rich, a post-80s girl with both talents and looks claimed that those with assets less than 50 million were not allowed to talk. Look at these eyeing beauties, and you will know how difficult it is to sit on the throne of a rich lady.

Luxury marriage is an endless wealth and wealth, but there are also endless taboos and commandments, and there are more pressures that life cannot bear. Princess Masako once suffered from depression because of various pressures.

Marry into the purple is beyond reproach to strive to enter the rich, because after all, the rich marriage will bring you another height of life. It can be done by any means to marry a rich man, even like Deng Wendi, stepping on the shoulder of the benefactor. The marriage obtained in this way is really not glorious and can not last long.

Smart women do not regard marry into the purple as the only goal of life.

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…

Wish you a heart, white head will not be separated

The love between him and her is a romantic story in the world. At that time, he was a poor family and a man who could not do anything for a job, while she was a rich lady with outstanding talent. Her father Zhuo Wangsun was a steel tycoon at that time, and she was a good friend with Wang Ji in the local county. And he was also a good friend of Wang Ji and often visited him. In this way, he came and went to her house as a guest through Wang Ji’s recommendation. In fact, all this was planned by him and his good friend Wang Ji long ago. Because he had long heard that she had both talent and appearance, admired her heart and suffered from being unable to approach, he turned to his good friend Wang Jixiang to make such a plan. His situation at that time was better than that of today’s online celebrity sharp brother. The only property was a broken piano. However, his history made today’s diaosi men ashamed. They won the beauty with a broken piano and a self-created song “The male phoenix pursui”. Who can match today? He is Sima Xiangru, the famous Han Fu family in history. She is a generation of talented woman Zhuo Wenjun. At that time, Zhuo Wenjun had already married a grandchild, but the boy had a short life and died before he married Wen Jun. Therefore, the 17-year-old Zhuo Wenjun’s new widow was home. That night, he agreed with his good friend Wang Ji to show off his piano skills in front of Zhuo Wang sun. He also proposed to Zhuo Wenjun through this way. He is a talented person, and he is on the spot to express his love to Zhuo Wenjun in an impromptu song “The male phoenix pursui. One of the first parts of the male phoenix pursui is: Feng Xi Feng Xi belongs to his hometown and travels all over the world to seek for him. At that time, he Wu was promoted to Si Tang this evening. There is a beautiful lady in the Blue Room, and the room is famous for poisoning my intestines. He Yuan neck crossed is a mandarin duck, flying together. The second part of “the male phoenix pursui” is: xi xi xi qi qi qi qi qi qi qi qi qi xi xi xi qi qi qi qi qi xi xi xi xi qi qi qi qi qi xi xi xi xi xi xi xi xi xi xi xi xi xi xi xi xi xi xi xi xi xi xi xi xi xi xi xi xi xi xi xi xi xi xi xi xi xi xi xi xi xi xi xi xi xi xi xi xi xi xi xi xi xi xi xi xi xi xi xi xi xi xi. The friendship is harmonious, and the middle night comes from the person who knows? The wings are flying high, no feeling, I think it makes me sad! In fact, Zhuo Wenjun had heard of Sima Xiangru’s talent for a long time. That night, she was hiding behind the crack of the door to secretly look at him. She fell in love at first sight and heard such a song proposing to herself. She was very happy. In a romantic manner, Sima Xiangru took the opportunity to prepare a gift to transfer to Zhuo Wenjun, expressing his love here. On the issue of marriage proposal, it has always been a man’s thick face. He can use all kinds of tricks to fight indiscriminately, pretend to be a hero, and pretend to be pitiful. I guess this Sima Xiangru, who is so poor that there is only one broken piano left, even the money given to Zhuo Wenjun is borrowed from his good friend Wang Jixiang. Fortunately, Zhuo Wenjun was a rich woman, who didn’t care about external material conditions and only valued her character. So despite her father’s strong opposition, she still decided to run away with Sima overnight. What a strong woman. In the feudal society more than two thousand years ago, she dared to resist the three principles and five principles and completely ignored the secular vision. She chose such a way to find her own happiness, how much courage and determination is needed! Sima Xiangru, the diaosi man at that time, has successfully won the favor of Bai Fumei and Zhuo Wenjun, and has not abandoned a soldier and won the beauty. It is really a lucky thing. Zhuo Wenjun deserves to be everyone’s woman. She pawned her headdress and opened a hotel on the street. A talented and talented family, without any hesitation, when selling wine, there is a kind of wind that does not allow SMATE; However, Sima Xiangru put down the poverty of literati, and when the Street polyester, it was a good story for a while. But Zhuo Wenjun’s father was so angry, anxious and jumping that he kindly invited his friends to dinner. Unexpectedly, even his daughter was turned off, and they did such a thing against themselves and the secular, how can we not be furious? Now they are opening a hotel under their eyes and noses, not losing their faces? Zhuo Wensun, a steel tycoon, how can he let his daughter’s body be a slave? He was angry and distressed. Only because he spoiled his daughter too much could she be so bold. Finally, Zhuo Wensun had to surrender with the white flag, take his daughter and son-in-law home and give them money and slaves. Sima Xiangxiang killed two birds with one stone, which not only married the beauty, but also got a lot of money. This really surprised today’s diaosi men and sighed. In fact, I still appreciate the history of Sima Xiangru. What made me catch a cold to him was that he did something to hurt Zhuo Wenjun; Although he attempted to commit a crime, but after all, he had a bad motive, which made me still indignant for Zhuo Wenjun after more than 2,000 years. Just like a piece of exquisite porcelain that can’t be put down, one day suddenly there was a crack, which could not be smooth all the time. 2 [Wen Jun has two meanings] Sima Xiangru can get the favor of the arrogant Zhuo Wenjun, which shows that he still has some skills. This is not because he was a guest of Liang Wang in his early years and wrote an article “Fu of Zixu” for Liang Wang, which was quite appreciated by Emperor Wu of Han Dynasty. Emperor Wudi of Han Dynasty, a young man with great ambition civil and military skills, was a famous male domineering man in history. He once played Huns to fall into the water, crying and shouting to mother, and couldn’t touch the North for many years. Emperor Wu of the Han dynasty recruited Sima Xiangru into Beijing. Sima Xiangru wrote a triumphant song of Shanglin for him in order to cater to his characteristics of great joy and honor. Rhetoric huamel, he wrote the magnificent momentum of the royal safari; Emperor Wu highly praised this article and immediately declared Sima Xiangru as the commander of the middle class. People, if you are lucky, you can’t stop it. Sima Xiangru picked up a white rich and beautiful daughter-in-law with a broken piano and a song “The male phoenix pursui” and a house full of possessions; Now people win the favor of the Son of Heaven with a Chinese article, in exchange for the identity of the emperor’s close minister. When Su Wu came to the Huns in those years, he was just the identity of the commander of the Middle East, and Zhang Zhen, who went to the western regions, was also the identity of the commander of the Middle East. People are more popular than the dead, not better than the dead, or how can they say Feng Tang Yi Lao, Li Guang is hard to seal! In the past, sisters often told me the truth and reason, instilling the concept of how thin and lucky men are. I, a man with straight nerves, have always believed in love fairy tales. However, after I understood what Sima Xiangru meant to Zhuowen Junxin, I really wanted to cross the Han Dynasty, rush up and slap the boy and give Zhuo Wenjun evil spirits. In fact, I read that letter when I was ten years old, but I really didn’t know what it meant at that time, so I didn’t have such an impulse. Until now, when I understood the boy’s intention, blood poured up for a while. Sima Xiangru’s letter was written like this: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten million. After repeated reading, Zhuo Wenjun finally understood his meaning, from one to ten thousand, but there was no one hundred million (memory) words. It turned out that this boy had spent five years in the capital after his development. He had already forgotten Zhuo Wenjun. He wanted to be a concubine. But Zhuo Wenjun waited for him at home for five years, how much lovesickness, how much sorrow, waiting for such a sad letter. It can be imagined how sad and angry Zhuo Wenjun was at that time, so she wrote back: After a farewell, she thought twice, only three or four months, but also five or six years. Heptachord lyre heartless, eight lines of writing can not be passed, Chinese string puzzle from interruption, the first ten-Li resting station want to wear. Basi thought, a thousand Guan Nian, a scoundrel complained to Lang. I can’t say a thousand words. I am bored and rely on ten columns. I climb the mountain for solitary wild goose yuan. In the middle of August, the autumn moon is not round. Hungry Ghost Festival burn incense and ask the sky. I am cold in half of June, and the Stone in May is as hot as fire, it happened that the flowers were watered in cold rain. April is not yellow, I want to be confused about the mirror. Hurry to pick flowers in March and follow the water; Drift zero, two months wind Zheng line broken. Li, Lang, I hope you can come to me as a man for a woman in the next world. What a Wenjun girl, she is really a passionate, bold and strong woman! She didn’t just endure and cry. She had to do the last fight and exchange this Lianhuan poem for Sima Xiangru’s turn. After that, Zhuo Wenjun was not even angry, and wrote a poem “white head singing”, which made a woman’s determination without scruple to be strong. It is like snow on the mountain. It is like the moon in the clouds. Wen Jun has two meanings, so he decides to fight against each other. Today’s wine fighting party, mingdan ditch water bowl head, Yuyu ditch stop, ditch water flows from east to west. Sad and sad, wedding don’t have to cry, willing to be a one-hearted person, White heads are not separated. Bamboo he huoxiao, He huoxiao, He huoxiao, the man is very happy, how to use money knife? The main idea of the poem “white head singing” is that love should be as pure as the snow on the Mount Elephant and as bright as the moon in the clouds. I heard that you have a second heart, so I came to break with you. Today is like the last party, and tomorrow I will break up the ditch. I slowly move my steps along the ditch, I just feel that you and I are like ditches, and I will always go their own way. At the beginning, I resolutely left home and went away with my majesty. It was not like an ordinary girl crying sadly. I thought that I could love each other until I grew old and was happy forever. Men and women should be as light, soft and long as fishing rod, and as lively and lovely as fish. A man should pay attention to love and righteousness, and lose sincere love, which cannot be compensated by any treasure. After finishing “white head singing”, she attached a letter from “farewell book”: Chunhua Jingfang, five colors Ling Su, Qin is still in the Royal, and the new voice is the same! There is water in Jinshui, water in Han Palace, and the other thing is new. People in the world are confused by sex and cannot realize it! Zhu Xian is broken, the mirror is missing, MORNING DEW yuan, the fragrance is resting, the white head is singing, the injury is parting, try to add food, do not think of concubine, Jinshui soup, and the King’s secret! In spring, flowers bloom, competing for beauty, and gorgeous colors cover up plain and clean colors. The music is still playing, but it is not played by the original person. There are Mandarin ducks swimming together in Jinjiang River, and branches stretching in Han Palace. They have never abandoned their partners. Lamenting people in the world, they are confused by beauty and love the new and the old. Zhu Xian is broken, and his bosom friend is amazing. Lack of bright glasses, couple points. MORNING DEW, fate is exhausted. When it is quiet, people are separated. White-headed singing, hurt parting. I hope you eat well and don’t miss me. Swear to the mighty waters, from now on, I will never say goodbye to you. What a Zhuo Wenjun, she didn’t shed a drop of tears, even don’t be so free and easy. After parting, I also told shengxinlang: I hope you eat well and don’t miss me. Then turn around and never drag the mud! Three [white head does not separate] Sima Xiangru, did you not expect it? Zhuo Wenjun is Zhuo Wenjun, she is not an ordinary woman! You know she has talent, but you didn’t expect her to have such a rare talent, do you? Just in that era, Wen Jun was a daughter. If she was also a man, would her talent lose to meet you Sima? Which woman can you find and the comprehensive conditions can exceed Zhuo Wenjun? Sima Xiangru, didn’t you expect that? Although Zhuo Wenjun is a daughter, his temperament does not lose SMATE. At the beginning, she dared to abandon everything and run away with you, which showed that she dared to act and love and hate. It also showed that she was a woman with thoughts and opinions; She was not the kind of weak woman who was at the mercy of people in feudal society. Today, she dares to decide with you, not to beg you, which shows that she is a woman with courage, dignity and soul; And she has a strong mother’s family as the backing, her life doesn’t need to be attached to you. Sima Xiangru, what is your boy? Sima Xiangru was dumbfounded immediately after reading Zhuo Wenjun’s letter. He remembered their love in the past, thought of Zhuo Wenjun’s infatuation and shame, and immediately wrote back to Zhuo Wenjun: chanzhijia, and return to the last step. When it doesn’t make you feel blue and white. And Zhuo Wenjun finally forgave him. Soon after that, Sima Xiangru returned to his hometown, and the two settled in Lin Quan. Zhuo Wenjun wrote the story of “white head singing” that made his husband change his mind, which was spread to stories through the ages. A song called “white-headed singing” finally called Sima Xiangru back and finally carried out the romance to the end. It is said that Sima Xiangru died of diabetes, and Zhuo Wenjun had always been waiting beside him, but I thought, if it was Zhuo Wenjun who was ill, could Sima Xiangru live and die with her? It is said that men are so lucky and women are so infatuated, but I still believe that there must be men in the world like the end. Wish you a heart, white head will not be separated! 2014.3.29

Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour

After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon…

Enter June

In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

The confusion of summer night

I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool…

Love story

Lover dies, lover…

The most beautiful meeting, the most beautiful memories

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

Zan (prose editor: dripping ink into injury) Phoenix mountain spring outing

After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon…

Enter June

In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

The confusion of summer night

I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool…

Love story

Lover dies, lover…

Talk about love with the Sky

In the bright sunshine after the afternoon of August, I endured your sadness and sat in front of a house in the mountain village, looking at the blue sky with a trance. Is it so sad for a woman who left you? You don’t understand how hard it feels to love deep. But she doesn’t love you anymore. Didn’t she say she doesn’t like you at all now. Don’t like it at all? Why was it so lingering at the beginning? Women’s Heart, submarine needle. Women are fickle, don’t you understand? I don’t understand, love is love, Aquacome is Aquacome, why do I have to say that I don’t like it at all? Don’t you understand that conditions are more important than feelings? You can regard love as the whole of life, but you cannot ask the other party to do the same. I am not like other people for fame and fortune, I want to love a person. Have you ever thought about what you take to love her? Life is real, love is ethereal. If you really love someone, you must give her the guarantee of life, so that you are qualified to love her. No matter how beautiful love is, it also needs material as the basis, do you understand? So when she left, I didn’t blame her at all. Just like you, natural and man-made disasters, birth, aging, illness and death happened all the time. You also watched silently and treated the vicissitudes of the world coldly. A moment of romance days old, if I am like you, can you still see me? I have learned that true love is tolerance, tolerance of her leaving, as long as she feels so happy.

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…

Liu Yan’s vague port, a pulse of simple heart waiting

In the night, I weave my thoughts into a flower, not in the flickering place of the moon shadow. Then, I hold the pipa in my arms, and the water will be gentle, waiting for the end of the world. Any curtain is thoughtful and picturesque.

When the midnight wind glides through the window sill, missing, carrying the soft whispers of Wu Nong in the water village, stepping on the fragrance of flowers all the way through the years, crossing the sky of Jiangnan and approaching you slowly in the continuous night. Tonight, I really want to follow your heart and gently say: The mountain has no edge, the Heaven and Earth are in harmony, and I dare to meet the King. Since the corner of love, the beautiful dream has been in my heart and spread. Nowadays, I think when I open my palm, and think when I close my palm to my mind. Every landscape has hazy paintings that I can’t finish for you and graceful words that I can’t finish. When I met you, I met a touching misty rain. From then on, every bit about you has become a story hidden deep in my heart. Yunnan is a paradise on earth, because Yunnan has you. I know that my heart and my love will stay in heaven forever. The song of wind is best known in the sky; The mountain is best known in the Que of water. In this life, even though the mountain covers the road for a long time and water separator is far away, if you understand with affection, I will fall in love with each other. I really want to drink together time with you and make an appointment with the flowers blooming one season after another, so that our boat can only carry spring light without sorrow. Jun, I dare not forget what you said repeatedly in my ear: Origin, I saw you in the sea of people. I saw you in the sea of people. Please believe that, no matter the mountains and rivers are complex, no matter the origin and fate are gone, I will wear a butterfly suit of a dream and sing in the wind to dance for you, do you know? You are a glimpse of me in a fleeting time, and also my attachment to the world. When I tiptoe lightly and kiss you in arms, my heart will make you fall in love, make you wait for three generations, and make you infatuated lingering of a thousand years of reincarnation. When your deep feeling falls on my lips, I will know that my lovesickness has been planted on the road from Jiangnan to Yunnan. Your smile is my best sunny day. I have you in this life, self-safe and warm. I really want to hold a hairpin for you, and I love you. Whenever you come, heart flower bloom. I really wish to lay a clear string in my dream for you, and pull a puff of smoke and rain. I will not let the stars in the West Building recall or the dream of Zhuang Sheng become stunned. I am really willing to sing around the world in a charming and gentle way for you. With the attitude of watching on the Wanfu cliff, I am waiting for the lake to fly away from the clouds in a light boat, laughing and holding a beautiful night together. There are thousands of miles of smoke, and the red dust has your dream, and my heart is enough. For me, no matter how beautiful the scenery along the way is, it is not worth the tenderness in your eyes. How I hope that you can see all the beauty superred in the world and still love me alone. As long as you are around, the most beautiful scenery will always be on the road and in my heart. Perhaps, in the previous life, you were on the Willow Bank of the south of the Yangtze River, shaking the folding fan lightly and pacing poems, which attracted my eyes, so you became the front dust; Perhaps, in the previous life, I was in the rain lane of the south of the Yangtze River, hold an oiled paper umbrella and move forward quietly, arousing your love and pity, so love locks this life. Although there was heavy smoke and rain between you and me along the way, when we met each other, it was already late to meet each other, and the wind was covered with frost and tears, but anyway, you and I took each other’s hands in the paddle light shadow, from then on, happiness was brought up. On that day, I only looked back casually, and you fell into my deep eyes like the sea; You only looked at me with a smile, and I wrote down your name in my Heart Lake, rippling out the heart Lotus one by one. Do you know? Since the night when you and I made a pledge of eternal love, after the seal of drag hook, my heart of this woman Flower has no longer been swaying for anyone. My tender feelings in Heaven and Earth are only waiting for you to read. You are the deep feeling I can’t give up. In this life, I mean to play the piano, touch the notes and splash the ink, only for the south of the colorful cloud, you have to be close to each other and look at each other deeply; In this life, I burn incense to pray for Buddha, cultivate my heart, just for every cycle can meet you, conclude the constant love of life and death. If you can, every life in the future, I will bring the memory of this life, when you are invited to come, when you hold my hand, together, Lanzhou spring waves, Willow Bank to find flute, maple forest to capture red, broken Bridge watching flying snow, you promised me to help each other, I promised you the end of the world. Jun, no matter who I am, I don’t want you to be a high official or a rich person. As long as you can compare with me with your heart and true feelings, I just need to be the only one in your love story every life, so, enough! You said, in this life, you will never leave me. No matter the flowers bloom, you will not let me cry for you. You said, in this life, you will be the harbor of my love. Even if you look back on the world, you will plant red beans for me and wait for me to pick them. You said, in this life, you only want me to go to Wuzhen with you, go through the ancient Lane, follow the stone bridge, shake and drink tea. In the quiet and good years, follow the spring light to warm the sun and dye the fragrance of the whole life. You said, in this life, you only want me to go to the desert with you, chase the old Wolf Smoke, look for the ancient Loulan, and look at the Huyang that cannot fall for thousands of years. In every inch of time, you only go forever, not to mention separation. If you don’t leave, I will never give up. Love you, this is what I want to do most in my life! Please remember, Liu Yan’s vague Port will always have me waiting for you. Red Dust has you, heart, no longer lonely cold. Because there is love in my heart, from then on, I will no longer whisper: who reads the West Wind is cool alone, Xiao Xiao yellow leaves close the window. Until the next meeting, I thought, it must be dancing low willow floor heart Moon, the song is the peach blossom FA bottom wind. Jun, I would like to make you feel pure and pure. My heart is like snow. A woman, deep in the red dust, is faint and fragrant. Flashy and prosperous times, I only wish that the ballad will rise softly. In the sound of smoke waves, I will smile and frown, and drag my long skirt in the Willow smoke in the south of the Yangtze River. I will dance QQ 1904223318 together with you.

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…

Looking back, it is already ten thousand years/Guo dianshen

Slowly, some block, some raw, like Qingquan break away from the embrace of the mountain. Then smart and smooth, like a trickle finally poured into the river. Clear the world. This is May, the turn of spring and summer. Some flowers have faded, some flowers have just opened, and happy fruits are growing slowly. Clouds and mist were born in the mountains, and the rain was like precious butter. In the distance, the preparation of 1.1 o’clock brewing 2 was always a little luxurious. What made you waste time and spread your imagination: For a moment in ninety-nine times? Or for the one thousand times in the past life? Simple. It turns out that life is just a normal encounter, deja vu. This is summer, bamboo and green onion, vines climbed over the waist of the tree. Plain, corn, Oryza. This is the night, the Twilight is four-in-one, the two ends of a path, the flowers are swaying, and the clear dew is like wine. Mysterious, ambiguous. When the heaven and earth meet each other, the nightingale is silent 3 when parting becomes an unspeakable word, love only leaves the last turn. In the far end of the world, a small tear fell into the boundless sea of sand: whose world is this, whose Yangguan is three stacks: Weicheng is raining, light dust does not fly back, ten thousand years later. One piano, two people. How can a small, lonely Hall withstand the rise and fall and reincarnation in this romantic world? Thousands of rounds have been completed. From now on, the two places will love each other and become fond of each other. On 2014.05.06, the guests of the wild goose will be heard.

Zan (prose editor: dripping ink into injury) Phoenix mountain spring outing

After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon…

Enter June

In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

The confusion of summer night

I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool…

Love story

Lover dies, lover…

Love

At first, we should collect a ray of sunshine every morning and cherish the last ray of Moonlight. When the aftersound of butterfly is still ringing in my ears, when the Dream renders the desire into a full crystal clear, even if it is still a little thin, the romance of blues that has been started has already begun. I thought you were my hope to break the cocoon and become a butterfly, but you were my dear passerby. I often look for the rose lantern swaying at the end of the long street at the beginning of the lantern, placing my long hope on the dawn of the next day, repeating the song “Butterfly and Blue”. Running Barefoot In The Phantom of the night, hiding the heart of a flower quietly in the core, I believe there is a pair of familiar eyes watching at the end of the night, which is the destination of my life, it is the most beautiful appointment I don’t want to miss in this life. The dream becomes clear, and Dawn is also quietly dressing up himself. The desire to become a butterfly is our most beautiful appointment. In this way, I waited quietly in a posture every inch of time when people were surging. Thought was slowly dried and became a body; Missing was slowly stripped of the body and became the YILI red cinnabar. The Rose opened on your heart I am or the mosquito blood? Suddenly, I saw the helpless injury spreading all over my body from the sole of my feet. The song “Liang Zhu” dancing with time also came to an end in the Depression. I think of a sentence I have read: Loving someone is like a interpretation of time and space. One person dressed up and the other turned around magnificently. When you love someone, you and I are both audiences and smart people. It’s just that when we understand this, everything has already started to end in 2013, 12, 22,

Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour

After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon…

Enter June

In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

The confusion of summer night

I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool…

Love story

Lover dies, lover…

A person’s rainy season

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

Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour

After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon…

Enter June

In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

The confusion of summer night

I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool…

Love story

Lover dies, lover…

Dusk, fairy tale

It is said that the world is ugly to wear, and the meeting in this life is no longer lonely. Having You Is My truest and simplest happiness! Meet at dusk to see the sunset of life. Princess inscription 1. Autumn scenery in North City, romantic and warm feelings in northern China in October, the autumn wind is blowing. The cities that have been washed by autumn rain, such as the beauty of bathing, are charming and beautiful, and are charming and charming. Beiguo autumn city, my love. Autumn is sentimental; Autumn is rich; Autumn is Golden; Autumn is romantic autumn and also belongs to the wind. You see, when the autumn wind rises, green onions change for golden yellow. Yellow is a heavy color. Autumn Wind, autumn, like a woman wearing a windbreaker, the corners of her clothes swaying in the wind, adding a flowing and hazy poetic flavor. The autumn wind blew gently, blowing over my head, messing up my long hair. The hair twined around my eyelashes with the wind. The itching feeling made my eyes blink and blink. In this casual blink, time and youth gradually wither in the waiting, and we have no time to grieve, sigh gently, the season changes, the wind sees the cool autumn in the warm spring season to the cool autumn rain slightly cold, the way a summer flowers like brocade, the journey of our life path is just a short season, which is really a step by step. However, the days and nights that accompany you are unforgettable. You are a warm sun in my life; You are YILI shining pearl in my memory; You are a star in the sky of my heart. In the sunset, at dusk, there is a fairytale world. You know, I had a dream. In my dream, you and I met in a flower. You are the Prince in my myth and I am the Snowyprincess in your story. Fall flower and leaf drifting away, suddenly woke up in a dream. What you left me is a beautiful memory, and you are the innocence and friendship when you miss it. When we picked up the best wine in our memory and wanted to invite you to drink, we got drunk first. In fact, our dream has just begun. I climbed the grass-colored Hill and looked up at it. The trees on the hillside changed into colorful autumn clothes. Yellow, gold, red and brown are dyed in the sunset, as if they are a red flame. Colorful and layered, forming a natural beautiful picture scroll. Pick up a fallen leaf and stare at it. The color of the leaf has changed from emerald green to brilliant yellow. The direction of the vein tells us that it once danced with the wind at the high branch end, it was also the departure of brilliant leaves, whether the trees did not retain or follow the footsteps of the wind? Who knows? Perhaps, the leaves leave, not the tree does not retain, but the thought that the leaves fall in love with the wind, the tree, the pain in this life to let go maybe, the leaves leave, not the wind to take love, but think that the tree gives up the love for the leaves, the wind, the gentle companion for a moment maybe, the leaves leave, not the tree does not retain, nor the wind gently calls away, instead, I want to dance a spinning dance in this beautiful autumn. For love, I will perform a grand separation of floating leaves at this dusk, and compose the recurrent autumn, which also belongs to rain. Standing alone, watching the rain and listening to the rain, this is not another blessing given to me by Heaven and Earth. Raindrops answered and fell, playing a wonderful song. The wonderful raindrops fell into the water and splashed with blooming water. In the previous life, I waited hard in loneliness, but slowly settled in loneliness. The trouble of nowhere to tell can only be rooted in the deep buried soil. In this life, I walked slowly through the rain, cleaned up a little dust from the world, looking for the direction of the Dream Center lights, a drop of tears slipped and walked into a city, meet a person walking into a city, meet a person, spend a lifetime together, share a heart. The meeting with you is like a fairy tale. The moment when eyes meet is the long-lost warmth. Nankai has a dream that I am the princess you married in your dream. Love is a wonderful thing. It is both beautiful and bitter, mysterious and desirable. It can be caught and can not be firmly grasped. It can be caught and cannot be grasped. It will make people fascinated and exhausted. Falling in love with each other is the most beautiful. Seeing each other as before, life and death are inseparable. Appreciate your profound knowledge, love your romantic feelings, and feel your deep love. Go traveling with me and hear you say loudly. If you can, please also come to the pasture in my heart to swim. This is all the Acacia grass missing your growth. If you don’t come, my waiting will be deserted! Ancient Cloud: travel thousands of miles and read thousands of books. However, people with rich experience and wide knowledge all know that the mountains and rivers are natural, and the Great Books of humanistic history, with the classics of ancestors and the spirit of heaven and earth, wander among the lakes, mountains and ancient monastery of thousand years, how big the mind will be and how wide the interest will be. If you see the same table banquet, the same landscape, the common people see the vulgar, and the elegant people see the elegant, this is the skill of the reader, but it is to find the elegant taste in the ordinary, read you, for example, book Love is the lonely silence of people deep in love, love is the intimate understanding of each other, love is knowing that it will be hurt and you have to devote yourself to it. You said, I am the beautiful Snowyprincess in your heart is your happy baby. You are on the left and I am on the right. Seeing your affectionate eyes and silly smile deeply hurts my heart. Thousands of mountains and rivers finally blocked the close and intimate approach. You said, I owe you a gentle hug, which is a lifetime. You said that our meeting was a long separation and reunion after thousands of years. We have known each other for a long time. If we find me very hard in this life, we will definitely keep our heart together. There will be too many changes in this world. I just hope you are the constant scenery in my life. Thirsty, there is your taste in the water; Tired, there is your figure in the dream; In meditation, there will be every bit of your experience. I am your elf, I am your legend, will always bring you unexpected surprises. The feeling of reading is becoming stronger. Love is associated with the thought in the heart. I always like to touch your truth with the tenderness in the bottom of my heart. In this autumn, the autumn wind and drizzle moisten our love. No other factors will affect us, and our foundation is indestructible. Not all the people who pass by can become the bastion of your emotions. Some people just pass. Remember for a while, don’t say regret when you love, forever! There are always some unhappiness and some confusion in life. You already exist in my heart. I know that your words have been lingering in my ears. You have lived in my heart. I will feel lonely without you by my side, so we should all live well for each other. In my heart, you will feel quiet, and there is a feeling that you are familiar. When we have it, we should give more to each other. Because that is not only my happiness, but also our happiness. The goal of life is not what you finally get, but what you finally get happy. If you are happy because of me, then I am your harvest. Don’t let yourself fall into a hopeless worry because of what to pursue. Some things are a kind of accumulation. Find a possibility in the impossible, and seek a harvest after pain in the pain. After so much experience, you should understand what you should stick. Floating Cloud skim shadow, what will it be after silence? Standing in front of the window meditating, the wind blew away the blessings, the rain blurred the sight of expectation, I clenched the mood of missing, I believe that one day, we will meet again. The short separation is for a permanent gathering, which makes us look forward to the eternal joy. I only hope you can see my smiling face when you smile; When I cry, you can hear my voice calling when I look for you. Quiet and quiet is the warmth of heart. It is better to take pity for the people in front of you when the mountains and rivers are full of empty thoughts. Three, three thousand long hair, for the King, the mountain shrugged around the water, the mountain became the story of water. Clouds float with the wind, the clouds become the story of the wind, butterflies surround flowers, and the butterflies become the story of flowers. I still remember that the woman who walked out of the Book of Songs I am walked into your dream and let you fall in love at first sight. You like to see my smile most. My long hair is fragrant, it is always the most beautiful scenery to distinguish her. I am you have been looking for a thousand years of dreams, and this life is a bright light for my heart. I am drunk in this life! Looking at each other, it was a hint of eyes. I have waited for you for so long in my previous life to this life, do you know? Looking up at the sky, shallow birds sing, cold Autumn, who and who meet again in the deepest part of the red dust? Keep the light on a lonely night, keep your heart full, and drink the food. Who and who are in the nearest sight? Through spring flowers, summer rain and autumn moon, I am imprinted in your gentle heart! In my eyes, in my heart, in my life, waiting for you in my farthest life! When Maple Red falls all over the steps, each leaf writes down my affectionate lines of poetry and sends them to you. Thank you for meeting you in the deepest red dust! You said, please believe your inner amorous feelings. Therefore, as for its connotation, we are tacit and silent. I hold your hand in my dream, wake up, and can no longer remember the temperature of your palm. So my heart was hit deeply by a kind of sadness again. Will I lose you one day? Once I turn around, I will never find your Trace again. Lanke’s dream. Are you a passer-by or someone else? A period of unforgettable, a kind of mutual knowledge. If one day I suddenly disappear, are you looking for me crazily with tears? Search through all my information to find my breath? Will I feel my existence? Three thousand long hair poured down and fluttered in the wind. Let lovesickness be slowly lit, as brilliant as lights. I have long hair over my waist, can I promise as before? Waiting for you, meet again in the deepest red dust. At this time, I want you to talk softly. You are a gentle treasure in my heart, a romantic poem at the bottom of my pen, and the constant warm sun in front of my eyes, it is also the deep turmoil of the heart. I hope to meet you is my happiest life. You are a blessing and you are a blessing. I not only take you to heart, but also melt in the bone marrow of my blood. I want to know each other, and my life will never decline. The mountain has no Mausoleum, the river is exhausted, the winter thunder is shocked, the summer rain and snow, the heaven and earth are united, and you dare to fight with the King! Four, this life hand in hand, meet the next life, continue to write fairy tales at dusk meet every inch of sunshine, dive into every dream, colorful dream spring. Set up the Wings of Dreams, and on the stage of our dream, dance with the white dove in that dream and spread their wings to fly! My thoughts wandered around for an afternoon until the sunset kissed the western hills, and the melodious songs in my ears called my heart back. Melodious songs bring me into another wonderful state. As if to see, I walked along the path covered with yellow petals, and the shadow was swaying in a pool of tender green soft lake. In the Blue Lake, petals are as beautiful and moving. Every drop of water is filled with brilliance, and people seem to come to its feast. In autumn, the thick yellow of grass and trees hurt my eyes, and a sense of gratitude rose in my heart. One year old and one year old, flowers and trees, the juice of their lives, are naturally so beautiful and charming. Wood leaves returned one after another, crescent moon where Xiaofeng is. The message office is floating. How much does it take to have a lovesickness tonight. Autumn Rain, autumn rain, half of the west wind blowing away. I like to feel life in the lines of poetry. A love word runs through Naran. I think the most vital works can’t escape the love word. Close your eyes and listen to the beautiful music played by nature. Leisurely white clouds, lush trees, tactful birds, linger, walk into nature and enjoy the elegant demeanour! At that time, there was a curtain of wind and moon. Several degrees were clouds, and tears were shed on the sun. If you were drunk, you would know how cold it was. Xiaoxiang dream break in the autumn, cold silk shirt, just ask who is happy? But I can’t see the red dust. It is said that the world is ugly to wear, and the meeting in this life is no longer lonely. Having You Is My truest and simplest happiness! Meet at dusk to see the sunset of life. Dear, hand in hand in this life, will we continue to write fairy tales at dusk in the next life? Postscript!

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…

Flower-like girl, stick to beautiful love all her life

The most is the lovesickness dream, the most is the sad tears, the red light is shining, the wedding is beautiful, the Moonlight is hazy, the bride. The tears were hazy and broken, keeping the yin and yang together. If there is love in the afterlife, I would like to be a bird in the sky. I see, flower and moon. The girl’s black hair is thick and dense, smooth as silk. A red rope tied to the ponytail. Broad forehead, thin eyebrows and Phoenix eyes, beautiful and energetic big eyes are pure as crystal, tall nose bridge, red lips smile out a piece of peach blossom. When you see a stranger, you want to laugh and be ashamed. A pair of small feet wrapped in cloth shoes, with small steps, but also walking like flying. A floral cotton-padded coat, graceful figure, soft waist like willow. Such a girl grows between mountains and rivers. A peach garden not found by the world. Mountains, twists and turns, water, trickle. The aura of the landscape breeds a girl who is as delicate as the mountain and as smart as the water. Early in the morning, the Sun flowed like gold to the Earth. After washing, the girl put a few spoons of spring water into the pot and raised the stove. Sit down, keep living in the fire, add dead leaves and firewood, add a spoonful of coarse rice, cover wooden lid. After breakfast, the girl came to the chicken coop and spilled the leftover rice bran. The Cock shook its colorful feathers, as if she were still intoxicated in the loud singing at dawn. The sun rises higher. The girl was carrying bamboo Lou, standing in the field of water, catching a handful of green seedlings from behind and spreading them evenly into the air, leaving traces of her walking gently in the water. It’s getting light, and the sun is burning itself. The girl’s clothes permeated with less sweat. At this time, she was bending down and familiar with the rice seedling. In less than a few minutes, a row of rice seedling was neatly guarded by the ridge. At night, the girl lit kerosene lamp and embroidered the mandarin duck. The girl quickly passed the silk thread through the eye of the needle and made a knot. The colorful Mandarin duck came alive in her hand. In the middle of the night, the girl stepped on the board with her feet and shook the wooden machinery with her hands. The twine widened back and forth. In less than half a month, a bed of beautifully woven linen was done. Years flow, as gold. The girl has become a wife. The body is more plump, the more flexible your hands are, the more gentle your eyes are. On the wedding night, the candle was bright. It was the full moon when the night was hazy and the moonlight was shining. Everything became silent and soft. The groom got drunk and stumbled open the door of the new house. The groom gently lifted the girl’s red veil with a pipe. Under the Moonlight, the girl looked charming and shy. The bridegroom drank cross-cupped wine with her and put down the glass. The bride’s face turned red. The bridegroom looked at the beautiful girl in front of her affectionately, beating in her heart. Although they all know that The Harvey Girls is worth a thousand dollars, they are connected with each other in love and heart. At this moment, they hold their hands, lean their backs on their backs, keep silent, open their eyes and appreciate the moonlight outside, feeling each other’s body temperature, I spent a night silently. Love grows stronger. For five or ten years, she gave birth to children for him, she did housework for him, and she was loyal to him. He was also kind and righteous to her, and he never gave up. Sometimes, he would dress up for her, and he would hold up her long hair gently and carefully. He would tie the red hair ring that had been washed countless times for her. Sometimes when he went to the city for a fair, he would buy some cheapest and beautiful ornaments for her. Now, children have grown up and become birds from the nest, continuing their unknown life. They have been exposed to each other for five or ten years and have never quarreled with each other. When he was 70 years old, he drank too much wine, got caught in the wind and was paralyzed in bed. She took care of him as always. Every day, scrub his body several times, take medicine and eat for him, and clean the bedding wet due to incontinence for him. Eight years, eight years, day and night, she served him for eight years. He couldn’t speak, and his eyes were full of sadness and gratitude. His tears always flow for her. He thought, although he was a great misfortune, having such a kind and great wife was a blessing for his life! Finally, he went. He passed away with a deep attachment to his wife. She was so sad that tears always dropped on his photo frame. She burned incense and worshiped Buddha every day, praying that he could rest in peace in the spirit of heaven and eat well in heaven. She thought, if there is an afterlife, I will still be your wife! Their whole life is full of ups and downs, ups and downs, no wind, flowers, snow and moon, no oath of love, no sweet words, no words and silence are the themes of their lives. Silent giving is the transmission of their love, as long as there is love, happiness is around. Whether it is poverty or wealth, whether it is illness or health, whether it is life or death, they have done their life-long love for each other. Love, in fact, does not need too many words. Love is to put oneself in the other side’s place from the perspective of the other side. Love is to share weal and woe together!

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