Will it be far away if I love it

When winter comes and spring comes, I walk my life path alone in the limited life track. A person seems to have been used to watching the flowers in the world Bloom and fall, and the tide rises and falls, faintly like a gust of autumn wind blowing through, the leaves scattered in the air fluttered in the wind. I am like a leaf of life blowing me to where, I will be deeply silent, free my freedom, no one will be shocked, no one will feel it, and no one will hold it gently in his hand to treasure me. In the Lonely years, I have been addicted to the internet all the time. In the atmosphere of the Internet and reality, I sprinted around to find the happiness and love sustenance in my heart. I often use literature forums, writing the sigh of life in my heart, writing my loneliness, my sadness and melancholy, sometimes walking on thin ice, sometimes floating in the wind, I am a cloud, I am a piece of cold ice, in the surging years, I changed my steps with the change of seasons. I was full of ambition. I could not find the direction of life and could not interpret the real emotion in life. In my loneliness, I will talk about my thoughts with literary pen pals and tell my regretful dreams that have not been won for a long time. I have a literary pen pals, Mr. Mu Er, a member of Hunan Writers Association, I often discuss literature with him and ask him for literature-related knowledge and interest. When chatting, I will also say something about myself and tell him that I am almost 40 years old. If I don’t find a girlfriend again, in another ten or eight years, I have no one to ask for it, hehe! Is it? No, you are a literary talent, and there will be girls who like you. Mr. Mu Er said, that’s not necessarily. I have been in Changde for so many years, and I know very few people, and the social circle is very narrow, moreover, I am very afraid of coming out because of self-abasement and self-disapproval. Mr. Mu Er told me not to think like this. Everyone will have his own position, you will also find the fate. People often say that the crooked pot with crooked stove and half a Jin with eight Liang will always match each other. Of course, you must go out boldly! I tell you that there is a marriage network, I think it is very good, you can try to get in, maybe there will be other gains. I registered a member with the website address he gave me, posted my photos, and added people I thought were similar to as friends, and leave the contact information on it, hoping that someone will pay attention to me. In fact, I don’t particularly believe it, because there is still a big difference between the network and the reality, which is very virtual, moreover, there are many people who are often cheated on the Internet, but there are also precedents for success. I hope my dream can come true. I prayed for myself devoutly. After a few days, when I was bored, I knocked on the door of the marriage network gently again. I walked in abruptly and opened my membership information quietly. I found a lady leaving a message to me. I was surprised and hoped there would be a new beginning, one day, I opened my QQ as usual, and suddenly there was a new information added to my friend. I couldn’t wait to click with the mouse and found that she was from marriage network, I am excited to add her as a good friend, hoping to have more contact with each other in my future life. In the days to come, I slowly learned a lot about her stories. She told me that she was a person from magili County in zhangjiashi City and worked in a public institution, she once had a marriage full of regrets. Unfortunately, her husband left her quietly four years ago, leaving her and her son. Over the past few years, she has been working hard to support the Sky independently. She didn’t find it, but a person’s life is still too boring, sometimes there is not even a person who speaks confidentially, especially at night, the quiet night sky is lonely with my vanity, and my son is too small, I can’t tell him a lot of thoughts. I feel that I am still young. Will I spend it alone in the future? My son will leave me for a long journey after all. He will have his happiness, and what about me? I often live with self-contradiction. Meditation is that he has ceased to exist before. Only the warmth of the past remains in the corner of my heart, which always makes me feel distressed, but I can’t feel sad for a lifetime, under Jiuquan, he believed and didn’t want me to walk alone with a heavy load. I clearly felt that she was wiping tears from the corners of her eyes, and I could feel her feeling at this time. Through the QQ screen, I can appreciate her beautiful and lovely head portrait, which is gradually moving away, just a little vicissitudes, hopeless and sad eyes, and thick eye bands, I must have spent sleepless nights one after another, but she is still very vivid and touching in my opinion, because she has a baby face and her high nose bridge, and the big, thick and colorful mouth will make people have a lot of reverie. If I think she can be happy and face life with a smile every day, she is really beautiful and charming, I sympathize with her experience very much. After all, my previous marriage also made me miserable. Fortunately, I came out, because I really need a better woman to love and care about me sincerely, go to the future life together. She envies my literary talent very much, and I like her to have a stable job. She likes me to listen to my stories in front of her, she is willing to be a loyal listener, and I like her sweet smile and her beautiful eyes under the rainbow after the rain. We often talk on the Internet from 1 to 2 in the morning, I sincerely said to her, this is not good! First, it will affect work, and second, it will affect health. If you become an old woman because you stay up late, you will let me compensate you for your youth loss, then I really can’t help you, I laughed heartily. She said to me, no one wants it. As long as you want it, I am also very happy. I often tell her that distance is not a difficult thing that is far away, the key is the distance between heart and heart, which requires us to walk together and maintain sincerely. What’s more, we are not far apart, isn’t it 90 kilometers? It will arrive in more than an hour, She told me that she could go through the formalities of retirement in a few years, so that she could go wild and let people travel. Of course, you should treat me well and love me sincerely, I will consider your side to accompany you, right? Then I am so happy and hope it will be as we wish. In front of her, I feel very small and inferior. In today’s society, the economic foundation determines the superstructure and there is no stable income, it is difficult for a man without a sense of security to maintain a family well. She would calmly smile and say to me, then you should be a full-time writer and don’t work. I said how is that possible, I still need more efforts now. In fact, I am really nothing. In the bright starry sky of literature, I am just a small meteor without much popularity, and there are not many special collections published, but I will work hard for them, just like I am pursuing Mengyuan love in my heart, I will succeed one day, there will be a woman who has been caring for a long time and sincerely join hands. She often said to me, you don’t always say money in front of me. I am not looking for a man or looking for money. I am a very ordinary and plain woman, I don’t have too many requirements. I just want to find a man who is like-minded, responsible and caring. Now it doesn’t mean the future. Everything will change and everything will have new development, don’t we all decorate our World carefully on the road of success? I like the landscape there very much. I prefer her plain, bright and kind temperament like the landscape. She is like gurgling water in my heart wandering and echoing in the hotbed of my heart River, it often makes me sleepless all night, but I am happy and feel happy! She often invited me to go to her home. She lived there for a long time or went to find a job. She told me that she would like to accompany me to enjoy the scenery of Wulei Mountain and draw lots together to the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain, servant hexagram, I heard that the signing and Hexagram there are very effective, she will accompany you slowly, I believe that in the mountains of the mountains, we will find our eternal security and Mengyuan. We have always been deeply attached to each other. In the distance of love, we are like a few feet at hand. I can see her beautiful eyes in mutual sincere expectation and looking back, I will also see her beautiful figure in the wind and walking in our distance. I feel that we are getting closer and closer, I feel that my heart has been confused by her gentleness and her infatuation. I really want to enrich her world with my whole life’s feelings and responsibilities and make her really happy, find a home that has been uncertain for a long time. Will love be far away? I believe it won’t be far away. I will carefully prepare my luggage, all my feelings and the most real love in my life to put on the lake of her heart, I am willing to live forever in her clear lake! I would like to dedicate this article to all lovers in the world and wish them a happy Valentine’s Day forever!

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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The time when the autumn wind blows

Walking quietly on the gray East Street, this is an old street with few passers-by. There is a small river beside the East Street, walking gently along the Gray Street, following the river, yue Feng came to the sky that year, the familiar and strange place. Yue Feng’s father was a businessman. She was on the way to profit all year round. Her mother helped workers in a factory. Compared with the children in the same village, the conditions at home were rich. However, Yue Feng, but sleeping in a period of time that I can never erase. The autumn wind blew and the chill burst. A man walked along the path in the suburbs and along the Sunset Glow, one mountain after another.. Under the sunset, the sky’s red glow lit up the dark gray grass beside the path. Yue Feng didn’t go home, but came to this place full of autumn grass. Yue Feng lay on the shallow grass. Although the grass had already died, its body was really so warm. The night is coming quietly, and the autumn night is terrible. For people like Yue Feng, the autumn night seems to be a fairy tale. Yue Feng looked at the silent night sky, tears falling down his face drop by drop Xia Mo was a girl, a kind and quiet girl. Smelling the fragrance of books, along the green and gray Street, Xia Mo met him, a weak and amiable man. There is a kind of love called love at first sight, and for summer foam, this kind of love is called autumn. The autumn wind blew gently over the tip. Yue Feng walked alone on the gray East Street, passing by the silver birch tree. A girl came across the street. She was as quiet as the wind, gentle as water, holding the book “Remembrance of Things Past” in her hand. When the girl saw Yue Feng, she smiled wanran. When she passed by, Yue Feng’s heart suddenly jumped very fast. Smelling the faint fragrance of books, Yue Feng came to the bookstore in the town after stepping across the green and gray streets. However, the book “Remembrance of Things Past” was gone. A week later, Yue Feng came to the bookstore in the town again. This time he finally found his favorite book. Yue Feng didn’t like reading foreign novels, but this book was an exception. When he came home, Yue Feng’s home was very quiet. When he opened the book, the book seemed to be his best confidant. Suddenly, Yue Feng was a little surprised. On the third page of the book, there was a beautiful card with such a sentence written on the front. My dream blossomed under the Silver Birch of that autumn. On the other side, there are only two words Xia Mo. Yue Feng took this beautiful card and suddenly felt a little more warm in her heart. In this way, Yue Feng was intoxicated with the fragrance of books. The moon was already round, and people were difficult to get together. He met 15 again, while his father was far away from home. Before my mother came back from work, Yue Feng took some money to the small shops on the street. The shops were not big, but moon cakes were abundant during the 15th festival. Xia Mo, hurry up and help. Someone bought moon cakes. When Xia Mo saw Yue Feng, a feeling of deja vu surrounded her heart. But Yue Feng remembered that this was the girl she met under silver birch that day. Xia Mo said to Yue Feng, which one do you want? Yue Feng said a little nervous, I don’t want too much, 3 osmanthus, 2 rock sugar and bean paste. Yue Feng took the moon cake, said thank you and turned away. A few weeks later, Xia Mo and Yue Feng met in an English cram school. Xia Mo liked to talk to Yue Feng very much. Yue Feng had a good foreign language. He always helped Xia Mo to learn a foreign language, that’s all, yue Feng found that he gradually fell in love with summer foam. In this way, a few months have passed. Yue Feng left the cram school, where Xia Mo and Yue Feng disappeared in the crowd. However, Yue Feng remembered the shop, the girl. Another year passed and autumn came. Yue Feng walked quietly on the green and gray Street, passing by the silver birch tree, Yue Feng found that it was Xia Mo who was coming. Xia Mo saw Yue Feng and felt very happy, while Yue Feng was even more happy. Yue Feng and Xia Mo walked along the silent river and walked through the mountains one after another. They came to the grass, which was blown by the autumn wind and the grass shining under the sunset. Xia Mo and Yue Feng embraced together, facing the quiet beauty of the sunset. Xia Mo and Yue Feng made the most beautiful wish. A few months later, Yue Feng’s mother found that Yue Feng and Xia Mo were in love. Yue Feng’s mother had seen Xia Mo, but she opposed Yue Feng’s association with Xia Mo. Yue Feng certainly refused, so Yue Feng’s mother met Xia Mo privately. She strongly opposed Xia Mo’s association with Yue Feng and said something very unpleasant. Xia Mo left crying, since then, I have never come to Yue Feng. Yue Feng could no longer contact Xia Mo, and Xia Mo never found Yue Feng again. Another autumn came, Yue Feng passed by the shop again, but he still didn’t see Xia Mo. The autumn wind gently blew through the tip. Under Silver Birch, Yue Feng took the book “recalling the flowing years” and stepped on the green and gray path, wandering under the fallen leaves alone. Finally, under Silver Birch, they met again. Xia Mo cried and said to Yue Feng, I really love you, really, if I can’t be with you, I won’t marry for life. Yue Feng held Xia Mo tightly, and his thoughts for a year were like autumn wind, blowing through the tip, like fallen leaves, and crying. Xia Mo pushed Yue Feng away. She said to Yue Feng that if I would see you again in the future, I hope it would be in the auditorium full of flowers. Xia Mo left Yue Feng. Yue Feng looked at Xia Mo’s far back and strengthened her faith again. Autumn passed away, one year, one year, one day, one day. Three years later, Yue Feng found his own career, but when he passed by the silver birch again, the small shop could no longer see Xia Mo. On the day Xia Mo left, Xia Mo said goodbye to this autumn. In this world, Xia Mo was beside the familiar road. In order to save a child, he never came back. Yue Feng finally understood that the person who was brave in that year was Xia Mo, not a foreign student in her mother’s mouth. A few years later, he graduated from college, but Xia Mo was always silent in that silver birch tree, one year, one year, one day, one day. Yue Feng’s heart has long been dim. He walked quietly on the green and gray path, passing by the silver birch tree, disappearing along the quiet river in the period when the autumn wind blows. Flower Blossom literature club flower group: Hua Xiaoluo QQ543679624

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…

Watch the Lotus

I am The Lotus that you left on the other side? Van Gogh lingered, gazing at the Light twist of your finger, clearing tears and soaking up the melancholy of Yi Wan. Lotus heart self-opening, curtain, Youyou, a parting, ripple. About memory, or deep or shallow; About missing, also thick and light. The weak water is three thousand, the deep feeling is deep, the mother light in the dream is the slight waves of reading, the quiet good years, carved you on the three-Life Stone side, in a piece of yellow thin paper, let Hongyan hold the softness deep in his heart. The greeting of the warm day of Lantian embedded in one side; The horizontal and oblique shallowness of the ink painting in one dance; The silent thoughts of a faint eyebrow. The fragrance at the bottom of the pen, the spread of affection, touch your fingertips, just for the future life in front of Nehe Bridge, lend me a lifetime of warmth. (2) You are the Hongyan that I looked through before railing, you are the thick smoke of dyed willows that I grew up in Tingzhou, and you are the Lotus face that I sang softly. The star River is flying around, grinding in a few years, waiting in the same place, so haggard, enchanting into a small moon eyebrow bend, with the thin shadow, melting in the candle is broken. Have you ever known clearly that on the West Lake, you are always in love, and you have made me a long-cherished wish for you to be cool. With one side, I will play a song of missing, hold curtain, and sing a piece of red dust. Your back, planted in the waves of memories, gradually drifting away. Let tears flow, I am just a passer-by sinking in your eyes, never met, then withered into a dream Tuoling distant look back, moment; Eyes, forever (3) maybe you once held the hazy silhouette of My Tears; Maybe you once loved me with railing eyes; Maybe you just appreciated the tranquility of Yi Su’s heart like a lotus. However, when you turned around, there were red dust, finally into the vast sea of people, lovesickness tears, lightly hit the plantain, with the light rain. The smoke is thin, and the Crows return. Whose dream gently breaks tears? Who’s watching through memory reincarnation? A breeze rafting with the King, a bend in the Moon, a dream of Yi Yi, a Green Mountain, a moon, a flower shadow of bamboo fence, a rose of love wandering in the mist, bamboo swaying with the wind and Juntong drunk! Looking at the unforgettable River, it dimmed the rose, Xu I Qinglian, and moistened the stars. With a sigh, there is no fate in this life. (4) in the cool winter, a solitary wild goose tail wing, in my sparse thoughts, the derivative Bank first saw your appearance; Outline your smile, in my dream of white mountains and pine water, the fragrance of twin lotuses is blooming, and the figure is as proud as Su Mei, which is a wall. The unsentimental soup poured all over the place makes Mandala enchanting and charming, making Lotus step by step, breaking down the sound, parting from the present world, watching the next life, and making lotus bloom a wisp of fresh fragrance for you. On Buddha front, I begged to worship, stranded my mind, and only begged for a review of Fanxiang. The soul dream is shining, the voice of calling, the shortest standing, perhaps the longest waiting, staring at your quiet eyes, even tears are crystal clear, turning into a bright smile. The deep edge is shallow. Finally, don’t talk about cardamom on the other side of the cold stream in front of Nahe Bridge. Watch on the left and miss on the right. The wind, cut the dream, fall into a grave, clear lotus blooming slowly. Broken thoughts, slow voice, Mengjun turns butterflies

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…

Let me meet the warm spring flowers in a beautiful day.

In autumn, there are always countless sadness in my heart. Little by little, the past of my years is scattered in the dead tree of my heart with the wind, the sunshine shines into my heart, and the flowing past is actually bright, who planted a seed in my heart, let the causal cycle take root, let the bright sunshine penetrate the moist soil, seems to be waiting for the emergence of miracles. If there is cold in the autumn wind, can you give me a warm hug? Gently rub my soft skin, let the heat spread all over my body, and fall into a relationship in the sad feelings. There is no need to be shocking, no need to be gentle, no need to swear, just pick up my sadness gently, put it on the chest, talk with heart, comfort with true meaning, melt sweetness in the heart, show the world, a smile, look back at a glance, hold one hand, a song, and whisper. There is no need to care for a long time, no need to continue the fate of three-Life stone, no need to keep the oath and chisel, as long as I hand a tissue when I cry; give me warm cereal in cold winter; When I smile, look at me with warm eyes, that’s all. If there is rain in the autumn wind, can you give me a small umbrella? You stand behind me, with a tall body that makes me look up with a head up. The autumn rain was cold, and I walked through the red tiles of the green wall to see the antique charm. Because of a rain, it seemed like the ancient town of Qinghe in Jiangnan Water Village. In the alley, time and space were interlaced. I seemed to be a girl with braids, holding the purple small umbrella, wearing a white cheongsam and colorful cloth shoes, walking on the underground splash. Ah, I am a girl like lilac, with silk sorrow in grief; A little hazy mixed with beauty; The innocence of the pulse is revealed in naughty. You were at the end of the alley, wearing a black suit, a white scarf around your neck, a black hat on your head, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. The cold autumn rain coming towards me made me shiver, back to reality, I looked up in your arms, looked at your tender smile, and found that the distance between you and me was just the height of an umbrella. This was the best way to let me look up at you forever. If there is warmth in the autumn wind, can you give me a smile to look back? After the rain, the sky is blue, blue is transparent, blue is warm, blue is lovely. White clouds are floating slowly, moving slowly with the wind. Sunshine is your naughty figure, sometimes hiding in the clouds, which makes me anxious. Sometimes I lean out half of my head, which makes me feel warm. Sometimes I show your lovely face, which makes me feel like a spring breeze. Sunshine, warm, slightly shining my eyes, stretching out my hands, the sunshine emit from the five fingers to my black hair, eyes, skin, this is your warm heart looking back, smile and say to me: You are my sunshine forever. If there are green leaves in the autumn wind with such a real, warm, comfortable and irresistible smile of love, can it inject fresh blood into life? The rows of evergreen banyan in the four seasons in the campus are straight like thick and round bodies. The branches stretch freely to the sky in all directions. The green leaves are thick and the roots are hanging on the branches one by one. One day, they grew to the ground and grew new Banyan. Thick roots, some grow deep into the depth of the soil, some extend to the soil, long roots firmly grasp the soil, day and night. Can you be like Banyan with thick leaves and umbrella shape, shielding me from the wind and rain, and letting the green blood wake up my hibernating heart again? The thick autumn, the wind in the autumn, the green leaves in the autumn, the vitality in the autumn, everything is so beautiful, the root passes through the soil of the soul, I smell the fragrance of the soil, I think, love again, I don’t want to miss such a good you. Fate is that I firmly grasp you like Banyan. If there are flowers in the autumn wind, can I see its beauty? In autumn, flowers wither, only the bauhinia in the South still Bloom proudly. Bauhinia, one by one, layer by layer, clusters, slap the same size, five petals, full of strength, grow outward, bend back, lift upward, light purple burning in the branches. You are the Bauhinia, burning in my heart all the time, the hope that never dies in the autumn day; The strong beauty in the autumn wind; The charming elegant demeanour in the autumn rain; The proud and strong in the autumn light. Fate is that you have planted Bauhinia hope in my heart. A person, wearing a white windbreaker, walking in the street of autumn, the breeze slightly blows my hair, thinking of yesterday’s you, is beside me; Thinking of our ten fingers, the temperature of your palm warmed my hands and my heart. Thinking of every street we walked together, people came and went, but they were with me, you are the only one who is closest to me. When I think of our smiling face and heart-to-heart, I know that I will never escape from the world you created for me in this life. When I think of, on the seaside, the sea submerged our feet and washed the dust on our hearts, adding a happy peace. I think of the wedding ring you put on for me, and what flashes is not its Crystal Light, but I saw that there seemed to be your sincere eyes in the ring. In this life, you gave me all smiles; In this life, you gave me all your youth; In this life, you gave me all your youth, give all tenderness; In this life, you have devoted all your efforts to me; In this life, you have devoted all your sincerity to me. In the red dust, through spring, summer, autumn and winter, I have experienced the fragrance of birds and flowers in spring and the blooming flowers; I have learned the heat and drought of summer; I have tasted the bleak autumn and the tragic beauty of maple red; frustrated in the cold and endless boundless winter. In the world of mortals, you and I depend on each other, hold hands, experience countless sad and happy years, those who used to be, your good, your hair, your smile, your warm eyes, your hot and warm hands are stored in my heart, fragrant in my heart, flowing autumn in the blood, slightly cool, warm, in my heart, all the sadness gradually melted after you left. In your the day you went away, there were sadness, pain and deep thoughts, but you told me like sunshine that you had never gone far, and it was still the scenery I forgot all my life. Tears Are Not the best memory for you, only a smile is the best memorial for our fate. It’s late autumn and winter is coming. I will continue to walk my life with your good wishes. I am looking forward to meeting the warm spring flowers on the best day.

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…