The fairy tale of that summer, whose fleeting time

Every girl used to be an angel without tears. When she met her beloved boy, she had tears. Angels shed tears and fall into the world. So every boy can’t live up to his girl. Because she once gave up the whole heaven for you! — Inscription (Wen, Sakura cold water) summer comes quietly with the footsteps of spring. Night, silence is like Lan. The wind gently pushed away the small window, playing the purple wind chime mischievously. In front of the window, her fingers were flying, and a drop of the big bright tear hung in the corner of her eyes. She is writing, writing a fairy tale about summer. However, the fairy tale that belongs to her, about her, has already been gradually mottled and blurred in the fragrance of her years. In that beautiful and dreamy summer, he met her in a word. She was drunk, drunk in his melancholy words, drunk in his poetic love. They wrote each other into each other’s stories, sweet, sad and romantic. Happiness flows in each other’s words. He said that the article was written for understanding friend. Therefore, she wrote him into poems, words and the most beautiful fairy tale that summer! But how can it be written into my heart? Is it a pass? Or the city built in the ground? Or the fairy tale about summer under the oiled paper umbrella in Jiangnan? She wrote a word by word, with sadness and a stranded fate! Since then, I have wasted time and kept one person in my heart. Wait silly, wait for the fate of meeting; Look forward to, look forward to, look back. The text is too thin! Even though you have deep love, you cannot outline the beauty of your first encounter. Therefore, in the quiet time, we can only remove the charm, let the poetry flow on the tip of the pen, and let the fragrance of the words affect her fleeting time.. Who got his hands on whose fleeting time? Empty leaves infinite sadness.. Who rolls from whose red dust, writing sadness in words! Because I know, I know each other and cherish each other; Because I know, I can’t bear to separate; Because I know, I can also be light. In the summer of that year, the warmth of that half season became her own fairy tale, one person’s anxiety, one person’s joy, one person’s silence and one person’s waiting. In the words of that day, he asked her what kind of flowers would she like if she met each other? She smiled and wrote three words starry sky. Yes, in the words, she is willing to the flower language of that season: pure, caring, thinking, supporting role, true love and pure heart. In that summer, she liked the white flower and the beautiful sad fairy tale! In the early summer of that year, she wrote him into the words, and a piece of poetry was Fragrant. In the ancient LOVESICKNESS TREE of that year, she engraved his name on the wish card, let the wind and rain be misty, quietly telling a wonderful blessing. //// He is really cruel! Come gently and walk quietly! Just like the one described in the ten, wave your hand without taking away a piece of clouds. He touched her fleeting time so easily, leaving the most huamel flies in that fleeting time. Then, he turned around and left! A lifetime may be just a superficial dialogue. But she was willing to turn into that little bird, and from then on she forgot how tall the sky was. It’s just that in this dazzling city, can you tolerate her obsession? When his message appeared again on the qq of the computer, all her uneasy, unwilling to give up and missing turned into that sentence for a long time. Yes, long time no see! The most beautiful language in the world! Through the call of thousands of mountains and rivers, it turned into a tear that has not been seen for a long time. It slides down instantly and uses the most beautiful Radian; The heart is broken instantly and in the cruelest way. Looking at his bright avatar, she suddenly remembered the poem: You see, or you don’t see me, I am there, not sad or happy; You read, or don’t read me, love is there, don’t come or not; You love, or don’t love me, love is there, no increase or decrease; You follow, or don’t follow me, my hand is in your hand, don’t give up; Come to my arms, or let me live in your heart. Love in Silence, Love in Silence! At that moment, she knew clearly that he had left a tear in her heart and became the most eternal wound in her life. ///// Love, hurry. In a flash, it was another early summer. The fairy tales he left her had already sprouted in her words. There are beautiful pain and faint heartbreaks flowing in the pages of words. Silent waiting, silent lovesickness. Hate, hate meet too late; Resentment, resentment is deep and shallow. The words were soaked with her tears, which was the sadness he would never touch. In her heart, she silently waited for the promises and secrets between them, waiting for another spring blossom beyond that time. There is a kind of encounter, not a simple encounter, but a kind of traction of the soul. Shallow encounter, deeply hidden. Since then, the heart has fallen and it has been hard to cross. As if the wind gently crossed the hill, he easily broke into her heart. Who said that love was always so inexplicable, completely beyond her expectation and disturbed her calm heartbeat. The fairy tale of that summer had already woke up, but did not wake up! Just because there are stories belonging to her and him in fairy tales! At night, it seems that there is also a wisp of sadness, allowing time to flow gently at your fingertips. At the window, the purple wind chimes still sang unknown ballads. She raised her head and a meteor crossed the sky. Close your eyes and close your palms. She murmured in her heart that if you are well, it will be sunny and windy. Have you ever heard it! Hear the blessing under the meteor.. Feng er, can you take it for her! Take that crazy blessing. This summer is beautiful., Fairy tales about this summer have just begun,,,,,,. Please specify the author for reprinting original works.

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Among the tens of millions of people, the person you want to meet, in the boundless wilderness of time, there is no early step, no late step, just happened to catch up, there is nothing else to say, only a gentle question: Oh, are you here? — Zhang Ailing, this is the beginning of the story. If this life is not, I have seen you at some time, my world will not have you until death. I met you. Happiness, anger, sadness and happiness are taken seriously. You gave it, I feel it well. Charming, I would like to boil red beans into lingering wounds for you and think alone, thinking that you will accompany me to see the long flow of water. But I forgot that you came and left. You said: time is wrong, can’t last forever. I waited time as a habit, thinking of walking with you, walking through the barren sand dunes, feeling the climate of snowflakes blooming, thinking that it would last forever. But I forgot that you came and left. You said: time is wrong, nothing can be immortal forever. I turned gathering and leaving into waiting, thinking that I could be around you, walk around with you, and see through the scenery at the end of my life, thinking that I could be reluctant to let go. You said: time is wrong and you cannot learn to cherish and own it. I stopped my tears in the tenderness of kissing and locked my emotions behind the cold. You said with a smile, this is still a friend. Time is beating habits, habits are continuing time. I thought you would understand my trembling pain. But I forgot that you came and left. Instead of ten years, ten years of lovesickness. Zen said: one thought becomes magic, one thought becomes Buddha. At a certain moment, I was thinking that I might never know you except my appearance. Is the acquaintance time too short, or is love fate too shallow? It is said that to love someone is not necessarily to be with him, but to wish him happiness. Young mind, do not understand, paranoid that his happiness must be given by himself, by no means others. In unequal love, euphemism will hurt the heart and lung. Living, time never stops at 01:15, life will make you understand that some things are force majeure, I have no way, so I don’t do anything. If you love me, even if you are stupid in front of true love, you will be aggressive to force majeure. However, you didn’t. Beautiful language is just an excuse clothes, gorgeous but also can not cover the inner indifference, listening to people will only feel desolate. When love really only becomes the past, only blessings are left. Blessing is beautiful, which makes me have no reason to refuse and reject those people and things I didn’t want to accept. Blessing, indifference. These two unrelated words, when giving people emotion, the story is over. In this life, if you don’t know each other at the beginning, you will end up with each other. No one will always wait for you at your origin. You are gone. If you want to turn back, please don’t complain that time has given me other arrangements.

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