A lovesickness song, a love of butterfly

The years are ruthless, and there will always be some scars left. I always think that many days will always be remembered. However, with the weathering of the old tiles on the wall, those dark fragments will fly like dust and smoke. Therefore, looking for spring flowers with quiet and warm heart, you are the most beautiful meeting around my corner, and I will treasure it all my life! ——– Drops of ink into roses that hurt Valentine’s Day, gorgeous and dazzling, hanging in the heart, glittering with your eyes, I saw a persistent. Is it the seed planted by Angels? Let the flowers of love bloom for romantic and cozy, and let the strings of missing draw out the plain sounds of nature. The sunshine is so warm, just like your concern, so that your heart is no longer cold. Maybe I can’t remember without the agreement of a previous life, but in this life, I met you in the season of gardenia, with warmth on my body. Your smile is so familiar, my shallow dimples were filled with lovesickness, drunk with a love Shiyu. The fragrance of flowers is filled with love, and there will be a lasting fragrance in my heart. I am willing to share it with you in the red dust years. The winds of the four seasons are full of different tastes. No matter it is cold or warm, there will always be Wang Qingquan in your heart reflecting your affectionate eyes. The moments of heart will be fixed as warm pictures. I cherish them with my heart forever, that sentence I love you lengthens the strings in the flow of time and will never break for a lifetime. Looking at the chapters that life is not gorgeous, with you, you will have the most perfect opening. You are a sentimental man, Xiaguang shawl, you come on a boat, the chanting poem moves mountains and rivers, the sound echoes with you, looking at your gentle eyes, I was rhyme Red my face by your aura, and the sound of looking quietly and missing echoed. I don’t want to wait alone for too long, afraid that there is no direction and your steps are gradual. I know that you have entered my heart window. Life is very short, but the love I expect is very long. I just want to join hands with you forever. There is no romance under the spring and moon. Only the flowing lingering lines of poetry sing between notes. You said that you don’t care about the day and night, as long as you really have it, love has no distance, and the world is only at hand. Stroke a ray of old red line, pull a red lovesickness button embroidered on your chest, no matter how far away, you can hear your heartbeat, there is the most real voice of love. Love is beautiful, fascinating and yearning. I have no choice but to separate too much and get together too little. I stand as an eternal gesture to wait for you and watch you. You are my warm sunshine every day, the heart is here, not good at words, draw a circle, is our future, our world. I like to dream, because there is your figure in every dream. You are the XINGX waiting in front of my window, blinking my eyes for me; You are the wind through the curtain, gently brushed the hair in front of my forehead and looked at my sleeping smile; You live in my heart, which is the warmth I keep alone. You are in my dream, which is my constant miss. To the gorgeous rose, I said with the truest heart: It’s great to have you in this life! Meet, is a tree blooming, many sweet stories filled with fragrance, give the years a hug, let me step on your feet in the frustrated corner, thank God we didn’t rub shoulders, I remember your charming smile. You said that you waited thousands of times just to wait for one person, sitting in the rattan chair of the years, shaking slowly together and getting old together. I believe it, I just wait quietly, waiting to join hands with the old world. Happiness is an angel. She didn’t want me to be alone. She came to me so gently. The loneliness behind her was forgotten. Inside the window, there were tender feelings. I was waiting for you to pick up a pen and draw eyebrows for me, like the moon, happiness is so red and squinting. Hand in hand, together, white head, two figures on a road until the end of the years, I believe that the wrinkled face will surely open the roses of the past, and the fragrance of this life will open in your heart and mine. Love is a clear spring. Your gentle fingertip fluctuates and attracts people’s heartstrings. It is so Lingering. My heart cannot hide deep feelings, even if love fades with time, even if it is covered with the dust of the years, it is still pure and clear, and I love you as early as before. I firmly believe that no matter how far the journey is, no matter how heavy the wind and rain are, I will hold your warm hand and walk with my eyes closed. If we could stay in the place of time, we would sit together and listen to the stories that never grow old, watch the sunrise and sunset, listen to each other’s heart songs, and grow old slowly. Today is Valentine’s Day, Roses open in my heart, play a lovesickness song, write down a love of butterfly, we are a love myth, this life is with you warm city, love is the home of the wind, flowers, snow and moon, in this life, we are bound to the end of the world. The graceful mood gurgled all over the ground. Looking back, there are many kinds of customs and feelings, one by one, winding the two earthly hearts, no one can escape, like a passing year, we are drunk with the red dust, don’t complain. Full of Love is in my heart, and the words are lingering. However, the words are too shallow to write the feelings of missing. There are tissue paper pieces. The message has a thousand charm, and the heart is connected. I believe you understand. There are roses in my heart, holding flowers smiles, romantic colors, and wishes for the years; I have walked far and far away alone in my life. This Valentine’s Day, angels learn from me, I will give you the future to keep, you are the tomorrow outlined by red ink. Phoenix mountain spring outing

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Autumn, a strong and beautiful…

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

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

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