When I was young, I waited for the flowers to bloom.

The light spring breeze blows a little Cinnabar from the eyebrows, and the flowing light is cut and deleted for a period of prosperity. In the white space of time, listen to the voice of the pointer across the heart. The tears are the old memories of the clouds you gave me; The laughter, passing through the flowing autumn leaves, waiting for a conjugal bliss acquaintance with your heart. Remember the skirt of the past blown by the breeze, recalling you and me at that time, I fell in love at first sight. The apricot flower rain opened the most beautiful meeting. The sentimental eyes of that time, the parting ferry was speechless for several times, but tears flowed first. There are too many cherishes and dislikes, and they want to talk about it. The past 1.1 drops, beautiful memory, decorated the lonely dream. Love, live according to heart; Meaning, take root. The night is like ink, and the window is deeper and heavier. Tonight, I think I can’t sleep all night again. Do you know the feeling of missing someone every minute and second in the quiet night when you can only hear your heartbeat and breathing? It was just like sprinkling salt on the wound. The pain of eroding the bone and heart was magnificent, with a burst of piercing the most fragile nerve endings, and the tears were just like the rain in March. I can’t remember how long the time has passed. The winter is over, the spring is coming, and the summer is coming. Year after year, day after day, there are always gloomy clouds with monsoon blowing. I don’t remember how many days and nights you left me. I only remember that what was left to me was a thin and free back, and the sentence I didn’t have time to say, if you leave, there will be no time later. Obviously, I know that the world is blurred and the fireworks and dust are just Jinghua in a flash, but I am willing to indulge in a endless flower., at present, when flowers are good, you can play songs. it doesn’t matter if he changes tomorrow. Close your eyes and listen to lingque. Lower your head and look at the words in line. Hands bead necklace, string into curtain. So love has no regrets, because once love is too deep. Only when you hate it can you know the pain that you can’t keep together even if you love each other. Who is the three thousand green silk left? It is sorrow to keep cutting. It is not a taste in my heart. In this spring of Xinxin, I am like Jasmine’s mind, which will make your plain white sleeves fragrant. And you will step on the morning dew and lean to my window. Accompany me to see the time is leisurely, the water is still flowing, accompany me, and travel all over the mountains. Thank God for giving us this lovely love. Thanks to the thoughts of the previous life, it was fatalism transmigration that made love continue. When I was young, I thought about it, dreaming with flowers, making notes with the moon, crossing the clouds and stopping beside you. Snowflakes are shining, I am waiting for you in the Mei Lin in the backyard; The sunset is red, I am waiting for you in the evening breeze; The moon is round, I just want to join hands with you. When can I hold an umbrella together and watch the misty rain painting green waves. When can I whisper with you. Look at the falling lights, I don’t know when, I can cut the candle in the west window with you. Bai Xiaomei said: sometimes waiting for a person, waiting too long, will forget his appearance, even his name and surname. Sometimes, waiting for a Lotus to open, waiting too long will make distinct weather and become blurred. However, Lotus will eventually come to meet the appointment every summer, but some people can’t wait for you to spend your whole life. Yes, if you wait too long, time will go away like this, leaving yourself alone to regret. The hope of life is a song of good dreams. After all, you have amazed my time, but there is no gentle time for me. Let a person meet a person, it was in the Buddha front devout chanting Buddha to change back. How happy it is to let one fall in love with another. I envy the company of moon and star. I also envy the lingering between flowers and butterflies. I can’t be with you every day, and I am also silent. Perhaps, the first sight of Pear Flower Rain is the beauty of fireworks. If love is a cage, then I am willing to draw the ground to be a prison. If love is a legend from ages ago, then even if it turns into a butterfly, I will love you deeply in this short life. You know, Xiao music cold is my love for you. The sorrow on the eyebrow is my constant concern for you. Lean all over the bar to dry, thousands of sails are over, all are not, leaving a oblique pulse, and the water is leisurely. Who deeply planted tenderness? Who can understand my love? There is love in the world, and it is not the wind or the moon. Azure is waiting for the smoky rain while I am waiting for you. When I was young, I only wanted to be with you and wait for the flowers to bloom. -Text: Sunset Enear

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