Peach blossom Xiaodu

My ferry stopped under the peach blossom ferry on the north bank of Hanshui. I passed the pedestrians, and also passed the years when I was getting old. Time and space are speechless, and you can see all the reasons in the world. Under the peach blossom crossing, our fate is only the annual light contained in the river spring water. You came from the white stone in the green forest, and the sleeves were stained with the clouds of Phoenix Mountain. In the spring breeze, your smile is like the morning dew shining on the leaves of the rice field. I dare not speak, just looking at the water plants at the bottom of the river quietly, I don’t want to disturb the silent swimming fish. You wander around the ferry, you look around the ferry, but you don’t see my ferry parked under the willow. I held up the penny in my hand and dived into the water. Egrets perched on the shore were shocked and flew to the opposite sandbar one after another. You found my ferry, looking back at your smile. Why didn’t the penny in my hand work? I will dock the ferry firmly where you wander. You looked at me with your searching eyes, I nodded, and you boarded my ferry. At this time, the wind blew from the South Bank. The peach blossom forest beside the ferry was wandering in the wind, red and red. Petals flowed along the river and fell on my ferry, just where you stood. Your smile is like the petals kissed by a fish in the water. You sit down at the bow and look at the spring colors on both sides of Hanshui. On the South Bank, the cauliflower is golden, the bees are surrounded by butterflies, and the swallows are whispering; On the north bank, the peach blossoms are blooming, red like rain, and the mountains are green. I have long been accustomed to playing with the fish at the bottom of the river with the long penny in my hand. In the silent sunshine, we are so close but so far. If the ship passes through Jiangxin, I think I can’t keep silent like this. I sang a fishing song with the flavor of Han Shui flush. The song was simple and aroused the fiery soul of Qingshan. First, you looked at me in surprise, and I still sang like this. You gradually get used to it, listen silently, and silently look at the fishing fish hiding in the water and grass at the bottom of the river. Only a penny away from the south bank, my fishing song slowly disappeared. Before the sunshine could keep silent, you looked up at me and asked with a smile: How far can this fishing song spread? I held out the last penny and replied with a smile: just a river of spring water between cauliflower on the South Bank and peach blossom on the north bank. The ship stopped steadily beside the rape flowers on the South Bank. You went ashore and turned back. At this time, your smile was like the golden stamens competing with the sun on rape flowers. Then you turned away and walked into the warm cauliflower. When I turned the bow and prepared to return to the Peach Blossom ferry, the south wind blew, and the peach blossoms piled up in the bow dispersed with the wind and floated on the water surface. The fish kept silent, no longer kissing bright petals or playing with my penny. The ferry is not close to the heart of the river. I can’t help looking back. You are looking back in the depth of cauliflower. Your smile is like a gorgeous meteor, and it is hidden in the ocean of cauliflower for a moment. I hold up my penny and continue my return journey. A penny cut through the spring water, a penny teased the swimming fish, and a penny melted into the silent waiting of the peach blossom ferry. Under the peach blossom ferry, my ferry waited quietly. In the peach blossom, my ferry came and left, while the scenery on both sides of Hanshui was still the same. The same peach blossom drifted in the same south wind, the same song sounded on the same spring water, and the same penny played with the same swimming fish. Who would be my next ferry?

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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

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…

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