If we meet in the next life

The colorful time, too late to make any preparations, let the mood once ended. In fact, even if you have ideas, it is just a deep shock to wake up the Dreamers. Moving the turning pointer, gently engraved your name, feeling the time change in a hurry, flowers are not flowers, shore is not shore. How to keep the oath of this life. I like that the Moonlight is hazy, just like the feelings between you and me. I don’t see through, guess through, love each other silently, but I don’t have to know each other. I like that the night sky is quiet, just like the collision of two hearts. Without words, I use a unique tacit understanding to merge the intersection of Hearts and listen to the most real dialogue. I like that the summer wind is soft, just like your smile, gently touching the soft heartstrings, ringing the beautiful melody, passing through my ears. Love, but also afraid, pain, but also clear, the brand of heart is deeply buried in a certain place, dare not come close, dare not make any noise, at this moment, it is good to give all my heart once. I don’t expect a perfect curtain call. I only wish that I can stay together silently and silently through time, distance and time. One flower, one world, one leaf, one pursuit, one sigh, one life for one person. Waving the years, it seems like a distant world, the deep love in the red dust is like a pool of water, maybe, you don’t know, when the warm breath overflows back to the body and mind, love is a song that can’t be sung, it will never end. Although it involves thousands of mountains and rivers, it also blows and falls through the wind. What is gratifying is that I know the joy of finding my way back and letting my emotions find Harajuku. The only regret is that I Aquacome seamless. When the years pass gently and fate comes and goes, my heart is still filled with a care and an eternal blessing for you! I really miss you! Do you know? Every night has a miss, every miss has a you! Repeated plot, in my mind, over and over again, no end. The overlap of thoughts, on the road, staggered changes, there is focus. I can’t forget the joys and sorrows on your face, the long-hidden heart of parting, the memory playing a message, playing the goodbye we said, suddenly feeling a little helpless heart pain, but I still let you go, let you go, maybe I give you the best tenderness! Having you in your heart all the way is the perfect connection of emotion, undetected uneasiness and joy. I cut the fragments of memory and decorate the days in a quiet way. In the season of tenderness, we once had an agreement to watch each other’s feelings silently, regardless of sorrow and joy or clutch. I sit on the fragrance and fold the days about you. My eyes are thin as the roads of the river. From north to south, from south to north, your shadow is overflowing in my eyes. The detailed complaint between Flowers shows some thoughts in my heart, and I sing its beauty with all kinds of tenderness! A dream of Chihiro. If we can still meet in the next life, we will meet in my most beautiful years. I am wearing long hair shawls and full of poetry. At that time, I was first involved in the world, and my heart was not stained with any dust. You hear me sing softly, you see my petals rise to my shoulder. You guess my eyebrows are clear, you ask me to trust the front. I said nothing with a smile. If we can still meet in the next life, we will meet in a fragrant River, the wind is warm and the flowers are blooming. I accompanied the willow hedge to waving, chasing Ziying in the wind. I told you that even if the sky can be old, I can’t take away what we said. Even if the land can be barren, it cannot rewrite the forest garden in your heart. I don’t want to ask what happened before. I don’t have to know anything about the future. As long as you know what’s on my mind, as long as I cherish our heart. If we can meet in the next life, you must accompany me to watch fireworks and see the most gorgeous bunch missed in this life. I have always been willing to believe that those fireworks can fly with my dreams and tell the stars all over the sky that there is only one name in my heart, that is your name and only one wish, I hope I can meet you all the time. No matter whether the next life can meet or not, on every cycle of birth and death road, I will hide a branch of flowers on the other side. Some people say that its fragrance can remind people of all kinds of previous life. I am willing to give myself into myth, write into the legend and bring your thoughts to life. Change my heart, for your heart, I have a deep memory at first. Far away, the falling flowers flying all over the sky are my possession. Let your heart go to the end of the world. I wish you a good life. May you smile when you see each other many years later, I waited for the next corner at a brisk pace and cherished the sound of the sunny daylight channel.

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…

Qianqiu

That year, she was 19 years old, and he was 3 years older than her. When she met him, he was a muddle-by-day bastard; When she fell in love with him, he was a poor boy with nothing; She married him for the sake of being completely stiff with his family and leaving home. There are many people chasing her, and there are many people who have done more than him. She occasionally wondered what she liked about him. Is it the umbrella he held up for her in the wind and rain? Is it the shabby slippers he wears every time he comes to see himself? Is it his scared face when he is angry? Or is it his plain oath that people still cannot forget? She is in poor health, he knows. Every time he saw her pale face due to illness, he regretted and blamed himself. He regretted that he had not met her several years earlier, when her illness was not serious; He regretted that he could not share any pain for her; He blamed himself for doing nothing these years; he blamed himself for having no money to cure her. His parents and sisters said he was stupid and married a burden back. Not only could he help him, but he needed to take care of him. But he never regretted marrying her. She was his destiny. He didn’t believe in fate before he met her. He is notorious in the village, and she knows it. His reputation had spread to her village thousands of miles away. Her parents told her: he is not your beloved person, and you will have a hard time married. Hard work? How can it be hard to be with him! She thought so. After getting married, people in his village told her: you will not be happy, he is not a good person!. After he knew it, he fought with those who said this, and then returned to their home with green marks on his face. At the age of 22 and 25, she welcomed their first child. That’s a daughter. At that time, it was still the old society, and giving birth to a daughter was one thing that people would laugh! Everyone in the village said that he took care of her so well that he still gave birth to a daughter! At this time, he was no longer the young man who loved to solve problems by force. He used his actions to prove to everyone that he loved her and their children. He bought new clothes, new toys and baby carriages for their children. You know, the money was all the lunch money saved by his odd jobs in the city. One night when he came home, he saw his daughter asleep beside her, and she also fell asleep. He took out three candies from his pocket and put them on the table. It was the candy that the boss’s sister got married and sent to their workers, saying that it also made them feel happy. He was not willing to eat it and secretly put the candy away, ready to take it home for her to eat. Put the sugar, borrowed a bowl of rice from his parents, and he began to cook. He had never cooked before meeting her. Although the days are plain and bitter, they are also sweet. His daughter was over one year old, and he told her that he would go out to work. She said nothing and silently bought two new clothes for him. For so many years, she has never been willing to make a dress for herself, even the cheapest one. Her clothes were given by the villagers. He didn’t want to leave home, his daughter, or her. He knew that her illness was getting worse and worse. It is not enough to cure her illness only by working part-time jobs on her own. He wanted her to be good and accompany him through this life. A year later, he came back with the money he earned for her. But she told him that she was fine and could hold on. He never denied her words, even in this matter. He promised her that he would not let her do things she did not want to do, and would not let her suffer. He cheated her to the hospital and on the operating table. In fact, she had already seen his intention, but she didn’t say clearly that she enjoyed the beauty. She almost couldn’t get up again on the operating table, but she heard him calling her name and her daughter crying. She knew that she couldn’t let them go. She couldn’t let their father and daughter alone. This family couldn’t leave anyone. Later, he slowly played his own world and often entertained outside. But he always called home and told her where he was going, so that she didn’t have to wait for herself. He loved her and his heart never changed. He would often bring some small things home, or wedding candy, or kumquat, or small bags of melon seeds, which he was not willing to eat in the Tibetan package and specially brought back for her. Although these things have not been worth much money, their habits have not changed. One day, the 18-year-old daughter quarreled with her because she hoped her daughter could go out for a summer job and exercise herself. My daughter yelled at her: you didn’t go to work and let dad keep it. Why should I go! He was so angry that he scolded his daughter: how can you talk to your mother like this! I am willing to raise your mother! I am happy and willing to raise her even if she doesn’t go to work all her life! He once said to her: you don’t have to do anything, I will raise you. I still have the ability to support you. You just go out to play cards, go shopping, or cook for us every day. He has no requirements for her, as long as she is good. Every time on her birthday, no matter how busy he is, he will come back and fry some dishes in person to celebrate her birthday. After that, he would take the initiative to wash the bowl. He wouldn’t say anything sweet. When she washed his feet well, he went to bed. This year she 43, he 46. It is still a plain day or a constant habit. He is used to having her in life, and she is used to having him in life. He never said he loved her, nor did she say he loved her. Their love turns into a little bit of life early and flows to the distant forever.

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…

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

One

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

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

Enter June

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

Linjia Lane

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

Linjia Lane

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

The confusion of summer night

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

Love story

Lover dies, lover…

Lose to Love 3

The other side said it was 17th day of next month. I’ll tell him if it’s convenient for you. The doctor took off the stethoscope hanging around his neck, young man. Have you talked with your family? Why didn’t the girl who answered my phone know that you wanted to donate liver? I have no family. The person who answered the phone was my former subordinate, and now I can’t rent GARDEN SNOW of her house. Doctor, I will come on time on 17th day of next month. Is it afternoon or morning? After signing his name on the document, he stood up. I’ll let you know when this happens. The recipient is Xu Likai. The doctor’s words shocked the broken girl. What! The recipient is Xu Likai! Doctor, I will not have the operation. After reaching for the file and tearing it up, he went out. After coming out of the hospital, my mind was in a mess. Why is this bastard who can’t get away?! Fortunately, he tore up the contract, otherwise he might save his life. Damn it! The hell is going on! It was already dark when I returned to my residence. Holding a bottle and pouring wine into his mouth, he almost fell down with both hands. Brother Key, why are you drinking again? Brother Key, wake up! Yamei dragged him back to the room and let him lie down. Quiet and quiet people in Yu Jing’s sleep vaguely shouted her name. Yamei watched him shed tears. Sister, the decanting soup is ready. Do you want me to feed it? Sister ~ Yahui went into the room with soup and saw sister sobbing, what’s wrong with you? It’s okay. I’m okay. How did you become so strange today? Yamei looked at her sister, who was dressed in a non-mainstream dress, smoking and smoking naturally. You don’t know that, do you? Today, there is a South Korean smecta in the class. It’s really handsome!!! I’m going to get him. So I want to cheer up!!! Then she placed another pose to show ya Mei. OK OK OK.. You go out. Brother key is not feeling well. Yamei pushed Yahui out but didn’t expect to make Yamei hit the wall opposite to them! This Chinese smecta doesn’t like you at all. Why are you so kind to him! Ignore You! Brother Key, wake up. Yamei shook it gently, and the latter sat up. Thank you, Yamei. You go out first. I’ll drink it now. I want to sleep again after pouring a large bowl of sober up into it. You go out. Brother key, I’ll bring you the meal later. Yamei walked to the door with an empty bowl and heard that Yamei said, I will not donate dirty. I have no money, why don’t you blow me out? How do you live after I blow you out? Besides, you are the boss of all of us. How can I touch my boss outside? So, you can live at ease. It’s all your business to do it or not. Good Dream ~ ya Mei made a face at him and went out. Close your eyes and recall everything about the company at that time. How rich it was at that time. The company was the home of all of us. Now because Xu Likai is gone; Damn it! While in the other room, Yamei cried out of breath, so Yaohui could only watch her cry. Why doesn’t she want to be his girlfriend in charge of his affairs. Why didn’t she want to persuade him to cheer up? But he didn’t appreciate it. People all know that strong twisted melons are not sweet, so Yamei is waiting for a period when they can be together. In another corner of the city, Xu Li was furious.

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…

Ukiyo-e

When did life become an entangled love song, the melody was clear but the lyrics were ups and downs. I remembered the feelings he interpreted, and the clear and gentle water flow was long; I always thought that I am a person who cherished flowers and loved flowers. When I opened that bunch of roses, there was only sadness left in my heart. If there was no foundation, I only depended on the nutrition of the outside world, even if I lived in beauty will die immediately, I will definitely learn to plant roses. Winter is getting farther and farther away. Spring is coming hazy. What comes up quietly is the thick rain like lovesickness after the new green, blurred sight also softened all the most clear pain to reality. I have been on the road all the time, but I live a repeated life like a clock. Tick-tock is my own response to fate. There is no joy or loss. Missing is the grass that will sprout with time, breaking the ground and being so brave! My friend said that Du Fu Park could be a paradise, but it was spoiled by countless playground equipment that nobody took care of. The chaos in reality became a lingering necessities of life, and the scenes could not be relieved! It is better for people to live in the present with a long road ahead. I think of the scene where Nana ate shredded pork with garlic sauce, and the scene where passerby a tried hard to find fish in shredded pork with garlic sauce. In fact, life is really full of joy everywhere, isn’t it, today I am really lost, but I really don’t know what it is for. I chose to hide at home alone, thinking about the future alone, only to find that my future is chaotic, I will slowly refuel and prepare a set of camping tools for myself. One day, I will hide in the mountains alone or take a hiking trip. I really lack a trip to leave! In the past few years, all I have is the lingering memory. The memory that remains in the deepest part of my memory becomes the biggest debt to the future, so that I have begun to stagnate, the music box is still the song “When Love has become the past” brother, thank you for your voice has been guiding me to become simple and strong, for six years, all the friendship has become a bottle of charming red wine. Unfortunately, I don’t have goblets or Western food utensils. I don’t know love or human friendship or what is forever… When did life become like this? In reincarnation, a strong dagger was formed and stabbed into the chest. The music continued to rain outside the window… The crying children are all tears left by angels on Earth. They are grateful but have no place to let go. The journey is far away but they are always lonely. They love to laugh and make things clear forever. There is always incomparable darkness behind the bright sunshine; there is no expectation or excessive demand for a sincere article. In the end, it is just a sentence: If you are well, it will be sunny! So he lowered his head and continued on his way! When I was young, I couldn’t understand a Dream of Red Mansions. I couldn’t understand Baoyu’s words and deeds, nor did I understand that I finally cut my hair into a monk. Now it can really explain that quiet detachment, everyone has a corner in his heart to be quiet. My silence only needs a cup of coffee or a cup of tea, a quiet place. My friend said that I am happy people, but no one could understand my loneliness and cowardice! The world is so flashy. Who is the return of who is the passer of who? What I drew for myself was a white drawing after detachment, that’s all.

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…

Love pattern

When the old Camilla defeated Diana, who was young and beautiful, and won the love of the Prince, I believe that there are not many people in the world who are surprised. Even children know that the prominent Prince, only a beautiful princess can match it. This is a classic love pattern in fairy tales. Even in the the Princess and the Pea of disaster, under the ragged clothes, there is also a beautiful face with natural beauty that cannot be abandoned, so as to win the favor of the Prince. Therefore, the love between Camilla and the Prince, which is not even Cinderella, seems to be so incompatible with the secular world, and there is no such love mode in the secular world. This kind of love is doomed to go through ups and downs and hardships. When Diana xiangxiaoyu, angry people threw eggs at Camilla. Camilla destroyed the Princess’s fairy tale love. However, the world does not think that Diana and the Prince seem to be in a proper marriage. Why have they ever been happy and harmonious? If Camilla and the Prince didn’t have the unforgettable love, could they go through the hardships and hardships and never give up? When Weng Fan, a 28-year-old gentle woman, walked into the Palace of marriage with 82-year-old Yang Zhenning, it was even more public outcry and the whole country was shocked. Abuse, ridicule, sarcasm, and questioning came from the sky. People generally believe that Weng Fan made such a crazy move for the name of money. Junsheng I did not give birth, I gave birth to a gentleman is old, so the age of love is too shocking, let the world unbelievable. The secular mode of love is the same age. When dealing with love, the world was moved by the love story of life and death in Qiongyao’s novels, but criticized and lashed the true love that was shocking in reality and violated the traditional love mode. The love of talented and beautiful people, princes and princesses, heroes and beauties certainly makes people envy and bless. The love of white hair and red face, handsome men and ugly women, grassroots and rich people should be respected and blessed, as long as they are happy with each other and truly love each other, love should not be fixed in a certain pattern.

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…

Send yourself a bunch of flowers, blue Myosotis sylvatica

I really want to send myself a bunch of flowers, but I don’t know too much flower language. Only many years ago, there was a kind of blue flower deeply remembered. Its name was its flower language Myosotis sylvatica. It represents loyalty and faithful love. I know this kind of flower originated from a novel of the same name that touched me when I was a teenager, the famous writer Wang Meng’s “Myosotis sylvatica”. The protagonist of the novel is a young man who has been tested and grown up in the Revolutionary War. After the national liberation and work in the city, he has never forgotten the lovers in the countryside, the agreement between them is The Blue Flower Myosotis sylvatica. In the far left of the last century, truth was regarded as absurd. Just three days after the couple got married, it was only because of the hero who worked in the newspaper office and his working relationship, after publishing an article called “the devil”, the hero was wrongly labeled as a rightist and finally put into prison. His newly married wife waited for him for 18 years and made a pair of shoes for him one year until he returned from peace. The agreement between them is still the blue flower Myosotis sylvatica. After reviewing this touching novel, I think it is the premise that no matter how warm the feelings were. However, only pure feelings and deep feelings will never forget each other. If love is true when you are crazy, then 18 years of waiting and don’t forget must be to pursue a lofty feeling. Pursuing such lofty feelings will make life more meaningful. This story may have fiction, but the emotion it narrates is the true motto of love. Then, after listening to my story, may you also remember this blue flower Myosotis sylvatica, which represents loyal and faithful love. Author Yang Tianhong

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 dangerous relationship in the wind, flowers and snow

I always like to watch some movies and videos on the internet when I am free. These two days, I watched the films “dangerous relationship” and “Fengyue”. After watching them, I was very confused, making people feel that these distorted and complicated stories are really dangerous. What is this about teaching women? It’s not that I am false and pure and feudal. I really can’t understand what these two widows want. Do Xie Yifan Yu Zhongliang still want to be the bottom line of being a human being? What kind of idea does the director transmit to the audience? “Dangerous relationship” is adapted from a foreign masterpiece of the same name, and the adapter is Yan Geling. Yan Geling has some respect for I am, and her film and television works are almost guaranteed at the box office. For example, “sister-in-law”, “an epic of a woman”, “Iron Pear Flower” and “Jin Ling’s three hairpin” are all wonderful. Yan Geling’s “dangerous relationship” was transplanted to Greater Shanghai, and it really took a lot of thought to adapt this Western classic play into an Oriental story. This mainly takes into account the acceptance of our public and values. The letter from a strange woman adapted by Xu Jinglei is also an imported product. It is easy to understand and knows no borders in terms of its content, because women in love (infatuation) are the same all over the world. However, in this story of “dangerous relationship”, The Virgin receives Playboy sex training, which is still unacceptable in today’s China. The differences between Eastern and Western cultures still have irreconcilable parts in concept. Although Yan Geling adapted sex training into vague seduction and adapted the western Duel into being assassinated by anti-Japanese parade, however, there is still a kind of Western bel canto opera adapted into Chinese TV series with the same sense of crossing. I didn’t like watching the play performed by Cecilia Cheung before. After watching “dangerous relationship”, I have to say that her performance of the role of Mo Xiaoxiao in this play was very successful. This person who is like a snake and does not have any expectations for men, she is still persuasive. The pure little widow played by Zhang Ziyi is somewhat inferior, maybe it is associated with her in reality. Zhang Dongjian’s performance in this film was excellent and in place. His Blurred eyes and ambiguous and ghostly laughter expressed the nature of a river and lake Hunter. Generally speaking, the advance and retreat pull between the three people makes a very complicated interpretation of the dangerous relationship. If the film takes advantage of the time and space of the old Shanghai, it deducts the extravagant old Shanghai. The life of paper and gold is like the sunrise of Sunset. The Red Men and green women of the upper class in this period, face feelings with a Act according to circumstances attitude. The social flower with the name of female industrialist is Mo Xiaoxiao. This woman who shuttles through the lights is shrewd and smooth in life, and treats her feelings with mercy but ruthlessness everywhere. Cecilia Cheung’s grasp of the role has a lot of emotions. The corners of the eyes, the eyebrows, and the corners of the mouth are all fascinating charm. Mo Xiaoxiao’s attitude towards men, especially his resistance and seduction with Xie Yifan, were finely depicted by Cecilia Cheung. Cecilia Cheung’s eyes, the disdain spirit when he met Xie Yifan, the ambiguous eyes after entanglement with him and the conditions reached for the gambling game, Cecilia Cheung let Mo Xiaoxiao reflect through the hand-eye approach, let the audience know the emotional changes of this role at a glance, so that the audience can understand the role and see through the story. The Dangerous Minds story of two widow and an immoral prodigal son hovered and entangled. At last, the prodigal son died. One of the two widow rolled on the bed wearing a white mopping dress. The cry of Cecilia Cheung was like killing pigs, which was really penetrating; the dignified goddess played by Zhang Ziyi ran barefoot in the snow field, shaking off Marten overcoats, wearing white silk pajamas holding the person who played with her and abandoned her, crying horribly. These scenes made me feel confused and confused. Not a bad guy women don’t love it? Let bad men all over the world smile proudly? Are these women stupid or stupid? High EQ or low energy? Anyway, what I am looking at is the fog in the clouds, just like entering a maze. Chen Kaige’s movie “The wind Moon” is also a play that shows no good Prodigal Son. Zhang Guorong’s performance of no good prodigal son Yu Zhongliang is more amazing than Xie Yifan, who starred in Zhang Dongjian, with dreamy and blurred eyes, no cold light can kill people in the invisible. “Wind Moon” is a work with the Republic of China as the background of the times. The whole film is full of antique Oriental sentiment, with a cool and sad style, as delicate as oil painting. Through the detailed description of the protagonist’s nearly morbid love entanglement, the wind and rain in old China and the destruction of the eyes are revealed incisively and vividly. Zhang Guorong played the role of Yu Zhongliang, a non-good Prodigal Son, to make people love or hate. Yu Zhongliang in the play was a guy who cheated women and ate soft rice for a living. This kind of man also has love? However, judging from his personal growth environment and experience, he is a man who was bullied in his childhood, with trauma in his heart and psychological obstacles, and a young man who is unsatisfied, love fire has not been completely extinguished in his heart. Yu Zhongliang’s career is to deal with women. At first, he took Ruyi as his prey, which was a target of his blackmail. But in the end, he became a prisoner of love himself, because he could not and dared not to love himself. In the end, he could only go on a road of collapse. Yu Zhongliang went back to Suzhou to cheat and seduce the best wishes, which was assigned by the old man of the white party. However, when he came into contact with this pure girl, he found that he fell in love with her, and he retreated again. He has a psychological barrier to the love between the two genders, fear and disgust. Mingling with Shanghai underworld, he also learned to take love between men and women as a means and game. Love is a trap for him, more like a poison. Under the great arrangement of the leader of Zhongliang, Ruyi saw the tragic scene that the woman in Tianxiang was martyred for Zhongliang. She still wore a dress and went to the hotel called Aidu to find Zhongliang and asked him: Do you Aquacome her? Yu Zhongliang said: Do you think you can talk to me like this after wearing this dress?! Who do you think I am? Do you know how many women I have had? I lied to them, played tricks on them, hurt them and trampled them under my feet! But what about them? They still want me. Kneel in front of me, cry for me, laugh for me! Ruyi said: Zhongliang, in fact, no matter who you are, I don’t care. Do you Aquacome me? You say, you talk! She looked at him with infinite sadness, full of the last hope, and asked reluctantly. Her words hit his most secret key. The pain twisted his face. He dared not look into her eyes, trembling and could not say a word. The film “wind Moon” is always covered with a layer of mysterious and cold gray. The main color is gloomy, decadent and dim. It also uses the unique poetry and painting of the south of the Yangtze River to reflect the gloomy deep secluded ancestral hall of Pang Fu. In the film, the oil Chinese lantern swaying in the wind, an earring, a key, a bottle of poison and other objects flashed back and forth, floating in the strange image picture scroll, mixed in the story of Fengyue. The characters in Fengyue are all imprisoned crazies, and the characters in dangerous relations are also like the thinking of patients in lunatic asylum, which is disordered and confused. They struggled in the crazy and confused world, and could not see the dawn. From the perspective of aesthetics, the composition, scene, reality and performance of the two films can be said to be excellent works. But nowadays, many people are like lost lambs. Where should the mainstream cultural positions guide people to go and where to go? The camera still needs to take care of people’s spiritual world. People need faith more. Don’t always weave dangerous relationships with the wind and snow, give some spring breeze warm, let the sunshine in, and dispel the gloomy, decadent and dim in the spiritual world. Let the world be full of love! Baiyun Tianya was written on the morning of January 3, 2014.

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…

The last flowers

We walked along the Pearl River and it was raining that evening. On both sides of the Pearl River are the lights of Rain fans. The cruise ships starting at seven o’clock are more like her lonely figure. This night is doomed to be a sad city. I seem to see that all the flowers bloom at night! 1 on March 7th, spring just began to bloom. At 02:10 P.M., I received a phone call that I shouldn’t have received. Xiao Yun, who had not seen it for ten years, returned to Hong Kong from New Zealand for business and decided to stay in Guangzhou for three days. Xiao Yun said, I hope to meet me in these three days. I clearly remember that Xiao Yun left in the early summer ten years ago. At that dusk, the stone bridge, high heels, windbreaker and messy hair were all in her turn, which had been fixed for ten years. For ten years, I have been walking on this shore for too long and too tired. At half past five in the afternoon, I finally booked a flight ticket to Guangzhou at 09:25 in the evening. The ticket center told me that due to the approaching of the fair recently, the ticket source was tight, and I got the last seat to Guangzhou on the 7th. When the plane landed at Baiyun Airport, it was half past eleven at night. Just came out of the cabin passage, my steps were extremely fast. But the closer the exit is, the slower it gets. Because I know, Xiao Yun is picking me up at the exit. She said she would definitely pick it up. A person who often travels far away is not used to sending farewell and greeting. Because I don’t like the sadness of parting and the anxious waiting. This time, I am warm and moved. Because for the first time, a woman picked me up at the airport three hours in advance. In addition to warmth and emotion, the mood at this moment is still complicated. At the exit of W2, time suddenly appeared a cycle. Walking in the bright waiting passage, I could sense that a pair of eyes had locked my thin body. As soon as he turned around, he recognized the small and medium clouds of the pick-up crowd on the right. Half-shoulder hair, blue and white coat, bright white jeans, slender as before. Still so beautiful, the years did not seem to have carved traces of vicissitudes on her face. I forgot my expression at that time. I only knew that I walked towards her slowly, being so calm and indifferent. I held her in my arms. I clearly felt that her head pressed heavily on my shoulder and her whole body trembled slightly. When I let go of her, I saw the different eyes of the men and women around me. I said, you are really a cloud! 2 Guangzhou at 12 o’clock in the evening, it seems that the nightlife has just begun. Although drizzle is floating, the street lamp that is popular still exudes its unique charm and affection. We didn’t speak when we called back to Guangzhou hotel. Most of the time, Xiao Yun looked out of the window and looked back at me occasionally. His eyes were mixed with the same complicated expression as mine, but he was gentle. I think she has too much to say. Me too. Guangzhou Hotel, 706, 3 am. Cigarette butts have been piled up high in the square ashtray. Xiao Yun was sitting opposite me. Behind her was a light yellow floor lamp. She always said with her head down, and several strands of hair covered half of her eyes from time to time. Speaking of touching places, he glanced at me and smiled slightly. What she said most was New Zealand and her lovely son. The sky there is very blue and clean, and the child is healthy and lovely. That kind of life makes her quiet and she is still happy. What about you? Every short period of time, she always asks like this. I always lean my body into the soft chair and suck it hard. I said Si Ming Mountain, the ancient town in Jiangnan, and the Central Street. The sky in these places is as clean as blue. These places and some people make me peaceful. I am also happy. Xiao Yun listened quietly. In the end, there is always such a sentence, that’s good. At four o’clock, I was lying on the white sheet with my clothes and fell asleep listening to Xiao Yun talking about the distant New Zealand. When she woke up, Xiao Yun told me that this night could not be counted as a night. Just a few hours in the morning, she was looking at me all the time, and I slept surprisingly quietly. She put a glass of water on the head of the bed, gave me a deep look, and spoke a New Zealand English softly. I understood: you are really tired. Suddenly, I felt a little sad. I didn’t want to let her see through my strong face, and I didn’t want her to know that I was having a bad life. I smiled at her reluctantly, I got up in a panic and left a sentence. I went to wash my face. 3 The pedestrian street in Guangzhou is on Beijing Road. I went there once last year, where the hustle and bustle bored me, but Xiao Yun insisted on going. From the moment he turned into the street monument, Xiao Yun’s hand began to carry my arm and never opened it. At that moment, my heart suddenly became soft and lazy. With the quietest and slowest steps, I crossed the most prosperous and streamer streets in Guangzhou city. Time is like being drunk slowly. Standing in the middle of the street paved with glass fiber reinforced plastics, looking at the original ancient road in Tang and Song dynasties in the glass cover, the blue and ancient stones were covered with history, and the sky was drizzling. Suddenly I understood why Xiao Yun had to come here. She is looking for a lost time. There is innocence in time that we will never go back again! On MAY FLOWER, it is a movie city on Beijing Road. Xiao Yun stared at the movie card and refused to leave. She pulled my feet away several times back. She said she must watch the movie, Cherish Our Love Forever. We didn’t talk about the whole movie. Because of love, all the lights in Hall 5 turned on immediately. I saw Xiao Yun with tears all over my face. We walked along the Pearl Road to the river. It was evening at that time and it was raining. Xiao Yun broke my arm for the first time, lying on the railing alone watching the river. The rain was still underground, and the cold wind was blowing slowly from the other end of the river. There were dim lights on both sides of the Pearl River. The cruise ship at 7 o’clock was more like her lonely figure. I stood five meters behind her, lighting a cigarette. The stomachache that had been well the other day suddenly rolled over the body for a while and then again. It is a kind of sad, helpless sadness and unspeakable sadness. This night is doomed to be a city full of sadness. I seem to see that all the flowers bloom at night! 4 9 Noon, Room 706. Ten minutes before checking out, Xiao Yun hugged me so closely and boldly for the first time in three days, which was also our most intimate and ambiguous action in these three days. The computer in the room downloaded the song because of love. How long has it been? How long has it been? In three days, the male hormone in my body finally recovered like weeds, and the warm holer factor began to spread like crazy. No matter, no matter, I attached it to her ear and said yes. Xiao Yun’s body trembled in my arms, and she pushed me hard in just a few seconds. Her eyes contained a kind of worry and sorrow that could not be solved. I suddenly became soft. The strong stomachache was mixed with another kind of emptiness, like a needle, which pierced my left chest again and again. Xiao Yun firmly refused to send me and left me at the door of the hotel. She wants to transfer to Hong Kong and take the 09:05 flight back to New Zealand. New Zealand has clean sky, lovely children, and her quiet life and happiness. I am returned to the small town at dusk. I didn’t go home. I drove the car directly to the stone bridge where Xiao Yun left ten years ago and began to smoke until 09:05. During this period, I remembered the Central Street and a person’s words: you, still live in this nihilistic flowers, deserve nothing! Actually, I don’t know where else to go. All the flowers are blown away by the wind. Once you look back, it is another 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…

Catkin touch clothes, meet a certain edge

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

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

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

Enter June

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

Linjia Lane

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

Linjia Lane

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

The confusion of summer night

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

Love story

Lover dies, lover…