Sadness under the clouds (16

16 No one will laugh at a person’s pure love. Hugo said that there is a heart hidden under the stone, which has the right to love. Why does my heart under the stone have no right to love you. Why do you say something insincere? Do you know why you look at you? Your eyes will not lie. I know there is Tenderness hidden behind its conspiracy. 17 I have never loved you as an imaginary object since I met you for the first time. You are the final destination of my life. Do you know, you decide how many nights my sadness and joy are mixed, calling your name. The Voice in the deep soul is like a Konggu orchid, silently fragrant and devious. 18 you are the most difficult choice in your life. There are many people in the world who meet each other late. Misfortune comes to us. Although it is painful happiness, it is a kind of happiness that you meet, as long as my body has touched your fragrance and my body temperature continues your breath, will this become a reality? Your hidden trace can be found. 19 the whole day and night are thinking, what is love? Is it the trembling in my heart when I saw you at the first sight? Is it the breath of two hearts sticking together in my mouth kissing, is it walking hand in hand on the streets of the city at midnight in winter. If so, why has it never happened between us. 20 it was a few days when we met, and we felt like a few centuries had passed. Do you know that when we held you in our dreams and stroked your body, when kissing your lips, it seems to be the throb of life and the solidification of time. When I saw your eyes shining with tears, what a cold winter, the raging wind flying with snow, but how warm it was when I held you; Why should I forget you, what a cruel ice and snow. 21 A man walked on the road in the countryside. Far from the Madding Crowd, in the Yangtze River in January, green grass grew in the fields, green wild mountains and bamboos stood on the hillside, and deciduous trees dotted sporadically on the banks of the stream, the bright sunshine scattered in the four fields gives the Earth a warm breath. Stepping on the fragrance of soil, walking through the fields after the beginning of winter, walking on the railway tracks leading to far away places, along it, there are many beautiful scenery ahead. 22 my heart still can’t help thinking about you. In every late night awakening, the Sun and the sun will not see the King, but the heart will be as usual. Outside the city of Gu Su, Dream of the end of the world, the rock of Yuhuatai, do you know it, do you know it? In the Qimen House, in front of Wang Sun Hall, Chinese lute strings said lovesickness. How do you say that you will believe that there is a kind of feeling that is full of joy and grief from the vicissitudes of the sea and the changes, and you have seen the dawn of autumn turning gray. 23 walking on the streets of Nanjing, but I don’t know which corner will you appear on? Decided to leave Nanjing and walked through the city in such a hurry, even the parting words could not be confessed. Is this the arrangement of fate. 24 there is the smell of cooking smoke in the air, the Lantern Festival in February, the singing and laughing along the river, climbing the kite flying higher and higher, falling on the river in February, shining with sparkling light and swinging the curtain of spring. When I walked alone under the snowy sky at midnight, beside the most beautiful Qingshan Lake in Nanchang, I remembered you and our agreement to meet three years later. 25 life seems to be a aimless parade, but you find the place to stop. When I hold you, I think of others. Why? Although I have not had any physical contact with her so far, there is something called soul in the world. Forgive me and do not give you the most beautiful warmth in life, because my soul has not found the exit. Forgive me for making you cry again. I don’t know if I will think of you when I hold others one day. 26 How to accept a person’s love? It seems that no one can say clearly, do you agree with each other? It seems that you are Taikoo old; Do you have a heart to heart? It’s too strange. What is that? No one can define it. However, am I forcing you to accept my love? Why can you feel my love but cannot face it? Will the Apple you bite at a time blame you, just like the flowers on Valentine’s Day cry in the wind. 27 I like to walk on the street and watch my image projected on the glass window. Sometimes it is good-looking and mixed with rare praise; Of course, I can’t stop waiting for others to move forward. In this moment of self-pity, it seemed to find a shocking secret. 28 we like to write down the pain at the end of the world, branded with a lingering Memorial quicksand; About the distant era of happiness, strange cuckoo sang in spring; let’s wander on the rocks in summer and watch the waves flying in the wind. 29 How can I capture my heart like the sun in the daytime and stars in the night? But my destiny. Whether it is day or night, my heart presents you. Watching you walk along the gray stone street, get rid of the shackles of the end of the world step by step, takredo’s Requiem, ringing the sleepless Bell. No longer can we hold the promise of prejudice, meet like a swaying fire and sigh of wind; Lily hide in the arms of roses to save the ancient legends. If love really has no result, shaking vaguely separated. Loneliness is an invisible fire, burning my purity. 30 when Hyacinth blows all over the Earth, The Edge of Love solidifies on the broken pattern. After every meeting, you will disappear without a trace. You are so happily embraced, the soul of midnight, wet by the rain, flowing to the rivers and lakes.

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…

Looking back, it is already ten thousand years/Guo dianshen

Slowly, some block, some raw, like Qingquan break away from the embrace of the mountain. Then smart and smooth, like a trickle finally poured into the river. Clear the world. This is May, the turn of spring and summer. Some flowers have faded, some flowers have just opened, and happy fruits are growing slowly. Clouds and mist were born in the mountains, and the rain was like precious butter. In the distance, the preparation of 1.1 o’clock brewing 2 was always a little luxurious. What made you waste time and spread your imagination: For a moment in ninety-nine times? Or for the one thousand times in the past life? Simple. It turns out that life is just a normal encounter, deja vu. This is summer, bamboo and green onion, vines climbed over the waist of the tree. Plain, corn, Oryza. This is the night, the Twilight is four-in-one, the two ends of a path, the flowers are swaying, and the clear dew is like wine. Mysterious, ambiguous. When the heaven and earth meet each other, the nightingale is silent 3 when parting becomes an unspeakable word, love only leaves the last turn. In the far end of the world, a small tear fell into the boundless sea of sand: whose world is this, whose Yangguan is three stacks: Weicheng is raining, light dust does not fly back, ten thousand years later. One piano, two people. How can a small, lonely Hall withstand the rise and fall and reincarnation in this romantic world? Thousands of rounds have been completed. From now on, the two places will love each other and become fond of each other. On 2014.05.06, the guests of the wild goose will be heard.

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…

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…

Don’t ask for continuous branches, wish to become Branch protection grass

I can’t forget, there was once you; I can’t forget, there was once a meeting of me, once sincerely, a human face peach flower. In this life, there is no chance to become a branch. I hope to become a branch of grass, no regrets, and protect your life. —– Inscriptions often lean on the window, measure our distance with thoughts, and write down the lines of flowers and wind and rain, hoping to indulge with you in the most fireworks world. Friends always say: what kind of woman is it, let your words stick graceful tears. Yes! I rub you into my heart, carve you into Lotus, and protect you from wind and frost in your life in the name of father. Because I love you, my fingertips bent the end of the pen. However, they don’t understand that you are only a green lotus Buddha front, only to love a little fireworks in the world, then you have this encounter of the red dust. For you, I am just a wind and snow moon on the road clouds, but for me, I can’t get out of the painting. You are my ribs, and my whole body hurts when I move; It is my unspeakable injury, a thousand lines of tears. I love you, love a whole once. When I think about it, I feel sad and the roads are red and dusty. How many people form a branch just because of one look back, but clearly true love is just a memory. Perhaps, I have always been deeply in love and have a shallow fate. When the sea of people meets with thousands of mountains and rivers, the graceful woman like Lotus is only the mark of time in the end. I spent all my strength in exchange for only half a lifetime of memories. The heart of the falling flowers that you want to talk about and rest is gradually drifting away in the fleeting years. If we meet only in the month at that time, where is the love in the world? In front of you, I am humble to the dust, and then a flower opens, just to let you have a moment of nostalgia in the fragrance of flowers. I don’t blame you, you are absent with lovesickness in the appointed flowering period; I don’t blame you, let me have endless melancholy in the age of poetry and wine. Falling Flowers and flowing water may not be negative. We are just separated by a cloud of water. Once parted lives never parted love; Today’s coast to coast. As soon as you turn around, I bow my head, the flowers are still there, people Yimo. In the past of this period of clouds and water, it can’t be written that in the golden age, how many flowers have become old dreams and love to the end is just a person’s lamp and fire. After years, do you still remember whether you will properly collect our stories when you make a promise for your young life. On three-Life Stone, I earnestly knelt on Buddha front and made a wish: in this life, I don’t ask for continuous branches, I hope to become a branch of grass, and make you feel good all your life. Text/Wolong Zan (prose editor: dripping ink into injury) 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…

The most beautiful

[Introduction]]. Maybe you are not the best, but you must know how to love me most; Maybe you are not so perfect, but you must know me best; Maybe you are not rich enough, but it must be the most real person. The time is late, but the time is agarwood. There is a kind of love that is never old, without the company of day and night, only the tacit understanding of heart and soul; There is a kind of love that is always maintained, without the confession of eternal love, only every minute and second.

Buddha said that all the encounters in this life were the reunion of the last one. Love is a story that continues to be written for a long time. Hate is a story that ends with old grudges. In one’s life, flowers bloom in half the world and autumn is cold in half the world. There are always some encounters. Autumn is cool and spring is shining in an instant. There are always some encounters, which may not be met in the most beautiful years, but the real fate starts from the day when they meet, and it is destined to be the most beautiful time in life. How can the beauty of a glimpse be brought to happiness by the bland of a long stream of water? It is an accident to meet anyone in your life, whether it is beautiful or wrong, and the unexpected arranged by heaven cannot be rejected. If you meet in the bustling sea of people, this person will become a scenery in your life, you may have decorated other people’s dreams. In the past, some people have amazed the time and some have been gentle, but there will always be such a person who is born for your love in this life. When he comes from afar in a hurry, fate opened a beautiful prelude. Two trembling hearts jumped into scriptures. The sight of the intersection of two happiness shuttled into weft and carefully woven into a feather of love, in the hope, it gradually turns into a beautiful crane in the care. In the twilight, in the lush woods, by the quiet stream Lake, in the blue sky, it sings alone, swimming in the sky and looking at the World proudly, the arc lines behind him depict the most graceful traces in life, hanging high in the sky, Like the Sun in the day and the moon in the night, there is always a trace of extremely happy love, shining alternately, warming and comforting the heart. In a review of life, the most beautiful thing is the smile of a lover, and the better thing is that he smiles because of you and brings you an extremely bright world. Zhang Ailing said, I have been looking for that feeling, the feeling of holding a pair of warm hands and moving forward steadily in cold days. After tens of millions of searches, I suddenly looked back. In this autumn, you were like a golden leaf falling beside me. The intoxicating taste was the same as what I had dreamed for countless times, only when you dress up my love lightly, a barren heart becomes lush and fragrant again, and my heart is reluctant to put it down any more. What a wonderful feeling it is. Once a stranger suddenly became my whole world one day. You are worried about me! You are happy with me! You are healthy! True love always finds another true heart with sincerity, which is a special taste. They smell the familiar taste they want and actually want to have it regardless of everything, from now on, I don’t want to separate again. Just because love is really delivered, At midnight and dawn, the feeling that comes to my heart is sweet sorrow, and the moment you call gently is sweet shyness, when I remember you, I will suddenly feel warm again ….. in the wonderful words, I have inspired you. Those punctuation words with your company, the longer it lasts like wine, the Zen incense it shakes gently, and it will be treasured in my memory. In the beautiful melody, I have you to have resonance, those songs you have heard with you, like waves passion jump, and singing gently will always move in my mind; In your years, those scenery you have enjoyed, such as Colorful oil paintings, framed one by one will never fade in my mind. As long as I have you, I no longer expect to meet the next second, because you have filled my heart and decorated my whole world day by day. Do you know? Dandelion’s love is the love that can’t stay. White flying feathers continue to accompany your footsteps like the wind. The ends of the Earth will always be missed to the sky with you, forever, forever, I once thought of the most romantic thing about being with my favorite person: find a place that no one knows, from sunrise to sunset, Walking hand in hand aimlessly, sharing the freedom and tranquility deep in the heart; Listening to the bell of Buddhist temple deep courtyard together in the drizzle, feeling the cleanest and most beautiful language in the world; Sunny afternoon, gate yard, under the dark floating plum tree, I picked up a Tang poems/song phrases book to explore the legacy of the Republic of China; I made a sumptuous dinner by myself, watched him eat with relish, and dabble tacit understanding of deep smile; make two cups of fragrant coffee. In the music, the delicacy and elegance of life are refined under the light; On a moonlit night, he lay happily in his arms and listened to him telling stories in a faint breath, sleep quietly and have a dream of the end of the world. Maybe you are not the best, but you must know how to love me most. Maybe you are not so perfect, but you must know me best; maybe you are not rich enough, but you must be the most real person. The time is late, but the time is agarwood. There is a kind of love that is never old, without the company of day and night, only the tacit understanding of heart and soul; There is a kind of love that is always maintained, without the confession of eternal love, only every minute and second. Deep love, Warm to the old, even if I lose you one day, there will be a corner in my heart that will remain for you forever, your smile, your voice, your breath, everything you have left there, until I didn’t breathe any more, I disappeared with my soul and rose to the sky. Because I want to take you and promise our next life together. The most beautiful life is the transparency and joy from the deep heart. I am looking forward to the next life when you give me a free and beautiful life. The sun is warm and warm, and you speak with the King; The years are quiet and good, and the group is old. Holding your hand, integrating love into life, gentle and gentle, returning you Eighteen Springs, waiting for Frost and white hair with you, watching the long flow of water with you.

Zan (prose editor: Ke Er) 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…