Bianhua

Dianhua, also called lycorisradiata, is the flower of heaven depicted in Buddhist scriptures. He likes bianhua, which is very sad and beautiful. When people talk about lycorisradiata, they always feel sad and beautiful like poppies. His love for bianhua stems from its implication: love is not cause and effect, and fate is doomed to life and death. He and she met on the Internet, a gentleman’s acquaintance, in a flash of years. Their friendship is as clear as water and spotless. Get along peacefully for three years in a flash. They are like buddies, in the same boat, treating each other with all sincerity. He was not very talkative and seemed to have never attracted her special attention. She didn’t think much about him either, as if their friendship would never stir up waves. Gradually, I don’t know when this friendship began to become ambiguous. Every night, they all speak wanan in English! Every morning when they wake up with their eyes open, they will pick up their cell phones first and say good morning to each other. Then she always asks him if he just woke up? He will say that I have been cat with you! At this time, her knowing smile, an indescribable sweetness, will hit her heart, and the tacit beauty of each other overflows the whole heart. Both of them said that they would rather be two parallel wire that never intersect and do not intersect, so that they could walk side by side forever. If you don’t hold hands, your heart will move forward silently. She began to like this hazy feeling, and he also began to appreciate this mysterious and silent emotion. I always hold that person in my heart. I never say love, but I deeply care about each other. It seems that there is a long distance between them, but I clearly feel that they are so close to each other. At night, no matter how long she is online, he will wait for her. In the network, he has no good friend except her. Sometimes when she chatted and watched the space, he had nothing to do, so he could only listen to songs and watch movies. He may feel a little sad occasionally, but he has no complaints. He likes her quiet and amorous feelings. She likes his depth and devotion. Like it, sometimes it seems that Biai is more beautiful. Beauty is like the other side of the spring, with white flowers, like frost and snow. It is as beautiful as the burning land on the other side of autumn, like fire, in full swing. 2 he raised a lycorisradiata plant in front of the window. This Flower likes scattered light and does not like strong light, just like his character does not like to be publicized. He said he would go to see her when lycorisradiata was in full bloom. She said fool, bianhua opened only once in ten years, one thousand years and one thousand years. He said he was not afraid, as long as there was a deadline, he could wait. On that moonlit night, they finally turned the English wanan into the Chinese I love you. Their hearts are connected by a bad word spoken by Chinese. They are so excited and sweet. It turns out that having a love is so beautiful. He was so kind to her that he didn’t ask for anything in return, tolerant her, indulged her and followed her. Every time there is a contradiction, he will first say sorry, I was wrong. She is also gentle, virtuous and considerate to him. For him, she is willing to go offline early and talk with him. They are enjoying the happiest love in each other’s quiet world. In the days to come, their love will be deeper and sweeter, and there will be few quarrels. Even if they have a little unhappiness, they will soon disappear. It seems that every time, he gave in quickly. In fact, he used to have many netizens, many groups and management. However, for her sake, in order to make this affection forever, he returned all the groups. He didn’t use that number, and he re-registered one. There was only one person on that number, that person is her. No matter day or night, he hung this number with his mobile phone. He wants her to find him all the time. When she wants to talk, she can see as long as she looks up. They waited calmly and happily for this deep feeling of love but not meeting each other. They still woke up every morning and called each other’s names, they are still satisfied with this love that they love deeply but cannot be together. With her love, he feels that he is a happy man, with his pet, she feels that she is the happiest woman in the world. He didn’t care whether he met or not. He said that even if he didn’t see her all his life, he loved her as much as he did. She doesn’t care if he has money and power. She only loves his heart. They fell in love for another three years. The pot of lycorisradiata in front of his window grew silently in the depth of time. The witness’s sad and beautiful love. He prayed that the flowers would bloom on the other side and would like to go to the tea with her. 3 their love is more and more unforgettable, of course, occasionally there will be light waves. He paid a lot, including freedom, including dignity. He was willing to stay with her for her sake. She also paid a lot. This effort is sincere, true, and a lifetime of ownership. Gradually, he may get used to this kind of love. Gradually, he feels that he has no self in front of her. He wants to be a man, not to be free, but to feel that he should have his own character. Over the years, for her sake, it seems that she has lost herself. For her sake, he seems to have changed himself. Once, they quarreled for a small matter. He was no longer as tolerant as in the past. He asked every sentence, and his words were clinging. He did not give in every word. She cried bitterly and stopped saying a word. She thought he would come to her to forgive her. However, he seemed to have no sympathy and didn’t coax her like every time to make her not angry. No apology, no sorry. She was disappointed and felt that he no longer loved her as he used to. Her heart broke into powder in that dark night. She didn’t sleep all night on the Internet, she felt that this person was no longer the original one, so she decided to leave. She was no longer online, he couldn’t find her name, and the only person in his QQ was gone at the moment. His heart was very painful and painful. Without her, how did he spend the long night? Without her, he knew that he was so afraid of loneliness. In fact, all his tolerance and tolerance to her, cherish and favor her, which somehow made her become a habit. Sometimes she also asked her heart whether she loved this habit? In his world, his eyes, his heart, only her, this has become a habit. Without her, he lost his mind. His heart was suddenly empty and there was no sustenance. He began to regret, regretting that he treated such a person who loved him. On the afternoon of the next day, he got through her phone. She just cried. Hearing his familiar voice on the phone, her tears surged even more. One sentence at the end of the phone is more than a thousand words. He smiled and talked with her about the situation of the day. Everything yesterday seemed to have never happened. They are reconciled again. As for whether they are reconciled or not, only the heart knows. Sometimes, love is a habit. If you get used to changing, love will change its taste. In fact, he didn’t tell her a strange thing, that is, the other shore flower he raised suddenly withered overnight on the night she left. His heart was Haggard the next day with the withering of the flowers on the other bank. Looking at the dying flowers on the other bank, he made up his mind to nurture them carefully and make them bloom beautiful and moving flowers. 4 In fact, that time really hurt her. To this end, she was seriously ill. In the later period of time, she no longer said Love. Because she is not an easy person to say love, love or not, she wants to ask her heart. Heart says love, she says Love, heart says no love, she does not say. More often, she didn’t know whether she loved or not. As long as she has a little bad heart, she will not say love against her will. She has her personality. She is no longer a happy and carefree angel, and she begins to become silent. He still loved her, loved her and spoiled her as always. She just wanted time to dilute the wound. She didn’t know whether she hadn’t forgiven him yet, whether she regarded love too perfectly without any flaw. She asked him if he was too picky, too sharp and domineering to give others a chance. He said he was not good and failed her, and said let’s start again. She knew in her heart that without him, she would never have feelings with anyone again, because she could not afford to lose. She also knew that he was the only one in her heart. She said that we had already started and were always in progress. They made up again. He said he would love her forever. She said that love is easy to keep each other difficult, with a lifetime promise, promise to start? He said that my promise would be confirmed by action. I am not asking for anything more, just to let me see your existence! Because there is still love in my life, he also told her that he saw her offline that day and couldn’t find her shadow in QQ. He kept refreshing and refreshing, how I hope to see her QQ flashing. He doesn’t ask her to talk to him, as long as he can see that she is still there. Hearing this, she felt distressed. Since then, her QQ has never left his sight. As a result, she no longer cared about what was right or wrong, and the past was over. Time could make up for everything, including injury and pain. It was also really strange that his bianhua grew stronger and stronger in the days to come. He occasionally took photos and sent them to her, and her heart was so warm. She saw that the flowers on the other bank had grown bones. He knew that lycorisradiata would be in full bloom. He suddenly understood that the flowers on the other shore were watered with love. 5 they had an agreement that they met when they met each other for ten years. He said that at that time, the flowers on the other shore would bloom. But in the eighth year of their acquaintance, in a warm spring season, he flew to her city and met her. No surprise, no embarrassment. As if they were no stranger, it seemed that they were already familiar with each other. She said that lycorisradiata should not be opened yet, right? Why did you come to the appointment before it was time? He said that he was afraid that he would grow old if he waited any longer. She said that her heart was already old while waiting. He felt a little lost and blamed himself. He always thought that he was keeping his promise and respecting her choice. He did not expect that he was shackled by his promise. But he heard her next sentence, which made him smile. She said that although my heart was old in the waiting, it seemed that at this moment when I saw you, I was young again! They went to many cities together, looked at the Sea, went to the grassland, went to the desert, and walked through the forest. Finally, they sat under the coconut tree on the seaside of Hainan, facing her and said, “Will you marry me? Otherwise, we are really old. She didn’t look at him, just looked at the distant sea. Quietly say that when we turn English wanan into Chinese and I love you, my heart will have married you. But for so many years, you have never mentioned that you want to marry me. My heart has already become bleak in the waiting. He was a little disappointed and said that he thought you had been hesitating whether to marry me. Don’t you believe in my love until now? She smiled badly and said that although my heart was cold, my heart was already hot when I saw you coming. I don’t want to wait another eight years. I ‘d better propose to you! 6 in the tenth year of acquaintance, they got married. That year, he was 36 years old and she was 32 years old. The flower on the other shore was blooming miraculously, with blood red, enchanting and dazzling. The petals were inverted in the shape of a needle. The six flowers were arranged in the shape of an umbrella. They were curled backward and blooming beautifully. She said that she was actually willing to love him online for a lifetime and not to be bound by a piece of paper. He said that he was not willing to bind her with that piece of paper, but he was willing to surround her with a careful wall. He would like to see her sleeping when she woke up with her eyes open every day. He would no longer say good morning with his mobile phone or good night thousands of miles away. He said that he was willing to stay with her all his life, and there was only one person in his QQ forever. She said she would still use QQ in the future? He said, of course, hang, you see me, I see you, it is a kind of peace of mind. Hanging, our love is there. When they were idle, they hung on each other’s mobile phones. Occasionally, he would send good morning. Occasionally, before going to bed, she gave him a word of wanan! She said that she would write a novel in the future, whose title was “the flower of the Shore” and wrote him as the protagonist. He smiled and said, writing is OK, but I must be written as a positive figure. She said that is not necessarily the case. Whether you are a positive person or a negative person, you have the world to judge. They failed to become parallel wire and had intersection. But they don’t regret it. They said that this intersection is the starting point and the ending point of life and will never be separated. Their love may be plain, but having such a feeling on the Internet is a treasure, and it is also a legendary love in life. Their stories are still going on, and they are still peacefully and happily in love. They are still moved by this simple and beautiful love. That basin of flowers on the other bank has been blooming all the time. I hope that this flower will bloom for a thousand years and will never be defeated.

Zan (prose editor: prose online) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour

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The lofty iceberg is far away to sigh your face; The snow is covered, and you are searching for your trace. The deep and shallow feeling of love opens in your heart. Over your boudoir, curtain yarn gently caress, red candle light tears, smell your lotus fragrance, it seems that the moon is no longer clear, but the heart is fixed at your moment, light darkstory, yingying drifted across my eyebrows, like the green water on the top of the Green Mountain, like the colorful clouds in the white clouds, echoing in the red dust for a long time.

Spring rain rippling, willows like silk, quietly wandering in front of your door, poetic flow for you, waiting for a moment when you look back gently, not afraid of the wind and dust you walked through bringing me into the night without you, I am not afraid that your slight smile will ignore me, and I only want to treasure your days.

Poplar blossom, dancing my young dream, the spring water is wet, wet through my dry heart, can not forget to have your time. The red dust turned around, but you couldn’t change your plain face, but you only introduced me to your home, dancing, blooming a white lotus in the clean Moss; The fragrance of books and songs, in the round jade bead, it drifts lightly. Open the bead curtain, your face suddenly turned in my heart, can’t wait for your poetry, go forward and pick up the pen, write the most beautiful music for you.

The rain fell on the top of the clouds and shed all my tears, expressing my years of pursuing you for thousands of years. Plum Blossom may regret that it is very far away, but it is like snow forever settling in my heart.

The handwriting is flowing and the spring breeze is ringing. I walked through your door and saw you and your old lover who you couldn’t forget for a long time. All my decisions collapsed in tears and I never met you from now on.

Maple leaves are so cool that they flow away alone in the long street. When you walk forward, the faint lotus fragrance wipes away the tears for me all night. I said that you are not the person I want, and your faint smile stagnated in the dark night, looking at your helpless expression, my heart can no longer refuse you.

The grass bursts, and the Bluebird refused to leave. Since then, you have never come back. The words of the red dust have not been written for thousands of times. The Songs of the past few years can’t finish your songs. The writing of that year is the end of the world, disappeared in the dream. You said we were a bright moon and a sun, and you lit me up with the light of your whole life. You said that one of us was a mountain, the other was a clear water, and you surrounded me in this life. But then you disappeared in the dark forever. I refuse to leave, waiting for you to be in the world.

The autumn wind rustled, chasing with tears, you fell in the snow peak, the Holy Snow Lotus remained your lingering warmth, the smile was stiff on your face, Snow Lotus in my heart, I understand, that is your best confession to me.

JS spring grass, walking through your grave, a thousand volumes of poetry, and the soft curtain are all your footprints.

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

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