Love once came

I don’t know how long I haven’t touched the thoughts in my heart. My fingertips are full of thoughts and threads, but I can’t draw the outline I want in my heart. In every delicate and flower-like day, I will naturally think of you and the enamored meeting. The days are as calm as water, but every day there is a person who thinks and reads, and no matter how barren the time is, flowers will bloom in the dust. At this moment, I twisted my mind into silk thread between my fingers, crossed the wind, embroidered blue and pure words on the sky, and made a long separation and reunion in the world under the bright days. The wind falls, telling the distant thoughts. When you turn your head or lower your eyebrows, you can always see your familiar figure and pure eyes. You walked through my heart in the shape of blooming flowers, and let my heart be in the Enron words. Overflowing the dust, listening to the Moonlight lavender flavor, crossing loneliness, collecting the blooming words. In this world, there is always a kind of understanding, not far or near. Most of the time, there is no need to speak, because they are already familiar with each other. I am used to leaning against the smoky rain and fishing for the past. Years goes by after saying goodbye, during the cycle of seasons, too many memories of that time were printed on the stem of time. You are my memory, deep, never erased. Most of the time, I can’t bear it, so I can’t let it go. The dancing butterflies interpret the pain and lingering thoughts and the falling leaves, and remember the pain and joy of the past at the edge of the forest. I look forward to the distant dream. However, what is silent is not the footsteps, but the aspiration. After a circle, he returned to the starting point from the end, and finally, a beautiful passing. You said, you are still there, in fact, I am also there, just a distance between clouds and water. Dare not look back, afraid of your figure, disturb my calm Heart Lake, dare not pick up, afraid that the past has not gone far, let the fog misty eyes. I just want to record the unforgettable words. The wind blows, you remember, I remember, there is a pure white and rich love, once came

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…

Just like a love letter

In October 22, 1991, this was a poem written by boy Tianyi to girl Yufeng 23 years ago. Tianyi deliberately inlaid their names in the poem, but Yufeng didn’t care. At that time, Yufeng thought that God’s will was written casually and jokingly. Out of courtesy, he took over the letter of the poem written from God’s hand and looked at the Signature. Unexpectedly, he also stamped the seal of God’s will. Oh, just a meal, so much attention! Then put a plug into a martial arts novel, which is more than 20 years old. Yufeng grew up with me and went to school together. He was my best friend. She is 1.5 meters tall, slim, double eyelid, long face, white and tender skin, two long braids tip of a plait are always tied together, laughing like Mona Lisa, is a girl walking in the street with a high rate of return. Men get married, women get married. Yufeng got married happily and began to indulge in a warm atmosphere. However, with the birth of his daughter, Yufeng’s life became more and more difficult because his family attached great importance to boys and girls, as a result, the relationship between the couple is becoming weaker and weaker, so that they have nothing to say. In 1990, Yufeng went to a training class of a college in Nanjing to study and issue. At this time, the rain Maple felt like a bird flying out of the cage, finally a little free. In his spare time, I walked alone in the smoky rain in Jiangnan. Under the dim street lamp, I couldn’t help drawing out my thoughts and sighed: heaven! What did I do wrong? Why do you treat me like this? The heart-wrenching pain passes through every nerve in the body of rain Maple, allowing rain and tears to flow until the whole body is numb. When Yufeng opened his eyes, heaven smiled and said: are you awake? Yufeng asked in surprise: where is this? Tianyi replied: this is a boys’ dormitory in a certain college. Yufeng looked at many unfamiliar faces and said quickly: Sorry, I went back to my dormitory. Tianyi sent Yufeng out of the dormitory door and said: Several people in our dormitory went out to play last night. On the way back at about ten o’clock, I saw you lying unconscious beside a sycamore tree, I don’t know who you are, so I will take you back to the dormitory and wait for you to wake up. It turns out that you are in the same school with us. That’s great. At this time, the night was near desolation. This is how Yufeng and God knew each other. Tianyi is a junior student in the art department. Yufeng is studying in the training class. When there is no class, two people often go out for a walk at night. In Yufeng’s eyes, Heaven is a handsome, humorous and responsible boy; In the eyes of Heaven, Yufeng is a gentle and kind, quiet and simple girl with a smile. It is common sense to live for a long time. Yufeng and God care about each other, but no one mentioned anything about feelings. On a Sunday night, Heaven invited Yufeng to dinner, and Yufeng arrived as promised. God thought for a long time, and the words that pressed on his mind must be said to Yufeng this evening. It is inevitable that his heart will jump when he sees Yufeng, so I don’t know. Maybe this is the feeling of falling in love with someone. Yufeng is even more uneasy, afraid that God will fall in love with himself, or he will fall in love with God, or he will tell God frankly about his marriage and having children tonight. Yufeng didn’t have no chance to tell God that she got married and had children. She was afraid that telling him would affect the good mood between two people, and maybe God would disappear from her sight. Anyway, Yufeng didn’t want to hide anything from God’s will, so when eating, he took the initiative to show his daughter’s photo to God’s will. After looking at God’s will, he asked: Is this a picture of you when you were a child? Yufeng smiled and said: No, this is a photo of my three-year-old daughter. God thought there was a cold air in his heart, but on the surface he could not see any unhappiness, and said: Your daughter is so cute and looks exactly like you. The atmosphere in the room seemed to be more and more dignified. There was a silence, and God thought: the word I love you in my heart can only be put in my stomach, maybe forever. Some people say that love should be said out loud, but this kind of love is to destroy a family, which is also a kind of ideological burden for Yufeng. God thought again: Yufeng must have noticed that I had that kind of emotion towards her, so he took out the photo of his daughter and refused gently, so that I wouldn’t get into too deep. In the dead of night, Yufeng was relieved, but worried about the feeling of God’s will. Worried about whether God’s will talk happily with himself as before endless night the past, thinking about it and falling asleep. The idea of heaven is to fall asleep over and over. As soon as you close your eyes, the slender shadow of rain maple and Mona Lisa’s smile appear. The Buddha is poured into your body like a record, fixed in your mind and passed through the tunnel of time and space; it is also like a long thorn deeply stuck in the soft heart, stabbing every nerve from time to time. There is no difference between destiny and fate. This is what God wants to do to people. When Yufeng and Heaven met again, they were as usual as if nothing had happened, but they knew it well. When God wants to come, as long as Yufeng can often walk, see the scenery and chat with himself before the end of his study, it is enough. He dare not expect anything else. Therefore, there were four unforgettable footprints and laughter lingering in Zhongshan mausoleum, Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum, Confucius Temple, Xuanwu Lake and Qinhuai River. Sometimes when God sees pleasant scenery, easel will be set up, making the beautiful scenery eternal on his drawing board. Yufeng looked at the way of God’s concentration and often ask about health, which could be said to be considerate, and there were layers of ripples in his heart. Sometimes I was moved with tears streaming down my face, making God feel confused and anxious to ask: What’s the matter, did I make you angry or uncomfortable? Yufeng didn’t say anything but kept crying. After crying, it would clear after the rain. In fact, there are many times that Yufeng wants to talk about his experiences and pains to God. However, women’s nature is full of love, thinking of a three-year-old daughter in a distant family, yufeng can only bury his mind deeply and hide his true feelings deeply. Time flies so fast. More than a year has passed unconsciously, and Yufeng’s study is about to expire. At the time of separation, God sent Yufeng to the station and took out a piece of letter from his pocket. The poem at the beginning was written on the letter. A meal, in fact, Yufeng once said, after the separation, if you are destined to meet again, you must invite God to have a meal, maybe it is a polite saying, but God is the real thing, perhaps this meal is full of deep expectation for God’s will. Otherwise, how can God’s will be expressed in the form of poetry. There was a dream clearly in that poem, but Yufeng didn’t want this dream to enter the heart of heaven. However, is there no dream for Yufeng in that letter poem? If not, why has Yufeng been collected for so many years? In fact, in Yufeng’s heart, that poem is a priceless treasure, a beautiful past, a future agreement, a Miss certificate and a spiritual sustenance, A bond between God and will. Countless sleepless nights, countless times of pain, Yufeng put that poem on her chest, as if there was an infinite force supporting her; Or there was a painted screen, which showed the beautiful scenes in front of her. Just when Yufeng came back from studying in Nanjing, her husband resolutely proposed to divorce Yufeng. In order not to hurt her daughter’s young heart, Yufeng was unwilling to divorce. However, one night soon, Yufeng took his daughter for a walk and looked along the direction her daughter called her father. She saw her husband and another woman supporting a little boy who could just walk, only then did Yufeng understand everything. Yufeng, a girl with pure heart, a gentle and virtuous wife and a hardworking and capable mother, was rejected by the family and abandoned by her husband just because she gave birth to a girl. What is heaven’s reason?! Four Seasons, wax and wane, God gave himself to the painting career, devoted his efforts to every painting, rubbed Love into darkstory, and was a successful painter, he is a respectable professor. However, his love still stayed in the former tunnel, and he would think of rain Maple, rain Maple’s smile and the poem given to rain Maple. Imagine whether Yufeng can understand the meaning in the poem and imagine when he can meet Yufeng. Especially in rainy days, thoughts and loneliness accumulate with the long rain and then penetrate into the ground. When maple leaves are red, when maple leaves are fluttering and falling one after another, I only hope that a maple leaf can make that deep, the constant love of life passes to rain Maple. However, it has been two or ten years since I thought about time from my fingertips, but the news is still ethereal. The dreams of the south of the Yangtze River fall all over the ground, the frost of the south of the Yangtze River is dyed with fragrance and white sideburns. It’s just a meal. Yufeng really intends to cheat, no! This is Providence. It is not easy for Yufeng and his daughter to live together and bring up their daughter alone. According to her daughter’s hobby of painting since she was young, Yufeng carefully guided her, and finally he was admitted to the painting major of a university. This may have some meaning for Yufeng. Some people say that as long as you have a persistent heart, a firm belief and a colorful dream, there must be a beautiful scenery in your life; there must be a seven-color rainbow hanging over your head. Isn’t it? Three years ago, Yufeng accompanied his daughter to Shanghai to watch the exhibition. Just entering the exhibition hall, the paintings on them surprised Yufeng. It turned out to be a personal exhibition of God. At this time, Yufeng’s heart was in the middle of nowhere. He was not in the mood to enjoy the paintings, but her daughter shouted softly: Mom, look, these paintings are very like you, no, it’s you! Yufeng prevaricated her daughter incoherently, recalling a face at the opening ceremony, as if he was so familiar. God didn’t change much, but he didn’t know that Yufeng also came to his exhibition, because some people invited by friends didn’t know him. Yufeng couldn’t care about anything. He stood on tiptoe and opened his eyes to search in the crowd. When standing in front of God, God said nothing, just hugged the rain Maple tightly, and let tears drop on the shoulder of the rain Maple, which surprised and puzzled the people in the exhibition hall. I don’t know how long it took until God took Yufeng’s hand to the portrait of Yufeng and said to everyone, “These paintings are the look of this goddess when she was young. Does her smile look like Mona Lisa. Don’t Ask, everyone understands that this is simply a myth. A yellow letter, a wrinkled letter; A poem without the oath of eternal love, a poem without love to death, a rain, Maple, A poem with four words of Heaven, meaning and two people’s names, a poem that looks like a meal owed; There is also a unique signature, which is now like a legend, connecting two people’s hearts into one, no! They never separated. 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…

Funeral flowers

In the cool and dreamy afternoon, I closed the scroll slowly. With a heavy mood, I took back my mind from “Muslim funeral” with difficulty. My heart was tired, tired and conquered, it was crushed and crushed in the falling flowers in April. Looking at the falling flowers in April, I couldn’t help feeling sad. The Breeze buried the flowers, stirring the sadness and grief that I couldn’t calm down for a long time. Outside the window, there are wisps of fragrance, but the flowers slowly fade away. This is a season with bright and sad hidden, and it is spring. However, my heart was too deep. I struggled in “The funeral of Muslims” and fought hard to resist. I still left my soul in that elegant house with bright moon and cool breeze, walking in the Yan Garden of be covered with snow, walking in the winter of the wind, flowers and snow, walking in the desolate cemetery where Liang Zhu Qin’s voice was long and never abandoned, which was the graveyard of Muslims, go and leave it in the era of war-torn homes. Looking at the falling flowers floating far in the stream, like magic, my eyes, my heart and my soul are drifting away slowly. The story is too sad and beautiful to be extricate themselves, as I walked step by step between the lines, I became a visitor in the story, Tze-Ki Hon, Liang Junbi, Liang Bingyu, Han Tianxing, Han Xingyue, Chu Yanchao, one by one, living in front of me, quietly following behind them, watching their life and death, watching their love, hatred, love and hatred in several generations of the world. Ten years of life and death are boundless, not thinking about it, and I will never forget it. The War of the beacon fire and Wolf Smoke slowly went out, and set foot on the homeland of the old country that had been reunited for a long time. The road was long. It was a wrong combination. Ten years saw a person clearly and thirty years learned about life, everything is an illusion caused by too deep love. Use some decisive words so that you can find some spiritual comfort and turn away silently, leaving the right and wrong place alone. From then on, good gathering and good dispersion have become a kind of cover, and this life is doomed to wander alone. It was like a dream. It was a dream, an almost real dream, in which I did not know that I was a guest. I closed my eyes and groped in that society. Unfortunately, they couldn’t hear my voice. I saw that it was an era of jade, and I saw their Muslim faith, I saw the programmatic ethics on their heads. I saw them silently leaving the world and going to heaven garden. I saw that they fought against the disease and also squeezed a cold sweat for them, I see that they have the right to live and love. I also feel sad for their unfortunate fate. I was involved in the entanglement of their stories and couldn’t get away. In that black and white era, I was sad, miserable and tortuous. After decades of return, it was originally mixed with five flavors, thinking about the full of joy and unspeakable emotions at the sight, but everything was different and even the tombstone was gone, what I saw and heard was just a piece of loess in the deserted cemetery and the soft and illusory violin sound of sadness and sorrow under the moonlight. In the dusk, the sound was like a flower & rain in the sky, crying like a complaint, like a dream like a dream, like a little teardrop, a crescent moon rises slowly, which hurts the old heart of the return. My heart is too heavy and my body is too weak. Under the starry sky with little sadness in the moonlight, I can’t stand the pain, accompanied by the long-lasting mournful sound of violin, I struggled to retreat. Like a long journey, I finally came back. However, the flowers in April were falling and falling, and I felt sad in the gentle breeze.

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…