I only hope that you are a scenery and grow in the place of my way.

Lin Huiyin said: If you are well, it will be sunny. Love was born pure, such as lotus flowers, which were simple and elegant, swaying in the summer breeze, stretching and dancing in the autumn wind, blooming and binding, flowers blooming and falling, such as clear and clear seasons, not contaminated with a trace of dust from the world. I only wish you a scenery, a person, a city, an ancient town with thousands of years of wind and rain, a pavilion and a pavilion, and a green slabstone Road with mottled footprints of time. Countless people lingered in the smoky rain scenery here. Countless people walked under the Daiwa pink wall here. Countless people left their affectionate long songs in the smoky rain and clear water here. Among the past people, there are passers-by who pass by in a hurry, literati who read carefully, and old friends who come back far away. In the south of the Yangtze River in March, the smoke and rain are misty, and the fog is misty. The rain and fog are like the rain Lane written by Dai Wangshu. The woman holding an oiled paper umbrella in the rain and hesitating alone seemed so melancholy and sentimental. There is no gentle wave in Xu Zhimo Kang River, and there is no Lin Huiyin. You are calm and calm in the world in April. Xu Zhimo said: You are the April day of the world; The smile lights up the wind on all sides; The light spirit dances and changes in the glory of spring and spring. You are the clouds in the morning of April. The wind is soft at dusk, the stars are flashing unintentionally, and the rain drips in front of the flowers. That light spirit, that Yan Ting, you are; You wear the crown of fresh Yan flowers; You are naive and solemn; You are the full moon at night. The piece of goose yellow after snow melting, you look like; The green of fresh bud, you are; Tender, joyful water light floating the White Lotus you expect in your dream. You are a tree-by-tree blossom, a swallow whispering among Liang; You are love, warmth, and a poem; You are the April day of the world! Lin Huiyin is a city, an ancient city with simplicity and elegance, and full of western thoughts. She is light and beautiful. She is like a blooming tree by tree, growing in the south of the Yangtze River and blooming in the world. The fragrance of flowers is flowing with the Lingxiu of Jiangnan, mixed with the gentle waves in Kang River. Like a swallow whispering between Liang, flying in the March of early spring, it is clear and elegant, and like green lotus floating with dark fragrance in the lotus pond. It is noble, quiet, elegant and picturesque, such as Zen. She is a scenery that cannot be avoided. In the world, even a free and easy poet like Zhimo can’t do it. She waved her hand and didn’t take away a cloud of color, after all, Xu Zhimo threw herself in front of her fragrant petals and was willing to be a weed of Zhu Kang River, chatting with her with the Stars. Blinger’s heart is as peaceful as water and Lotus. No matter how the world changes and how the world floats, her heart is still a beautiful scenery, and she can still be calm as a Lotus. She was the scenery in the eyes of countless people, but only belonged to three people. Xu zhimo was swaying with her in the city, poetic and picturesque, blooming and prosperous, giving her a hot first love, liang Sicheng lived in the city and guarded the blinger woman with the soft time of his life, which seemed steadfast and calm. Jin Yuelin stayed at the edge of the ancient city and regarded her as an indispensable scenery, waiting silently for her whole life. Because she knew that she didn’t want to walk in because of true love. Maybe this was the best ending. She put the three most important men in her life in different positions and gave different care, they are all love, but love is so sober and clear. Lin Huiyin is a woman who knows how to measure. She understands that time is a Shadowless Sword. Sometimes she will stab others because of your carelessness. She didn’t want anyone to get hurt, let alone make her heart incomplete. So she always chooses to come at the right time and leave in the right time. Only when I grew up did I finally understand that some people are a scenery. After seeing it, I will leave after swimming and will not be able to meet again. Some people are a city, and one day you will come back here, not prosperous, not bold, but makes you feel very steadfast. Xu Zhimo gave Lin Huiyin poetry and love, but he could not give Lin Huiyin a stable home and an ordinary life. Maybe as he said, he did not know Lin Huiyin well enough! Or as Lin Huiyin said, what Zhimo loves at present is not the real me, but the Lin Huiyin depicted by romantic poetry. No matter what the result is, even in the eyes of Tagore and the world, it is a pity that a perfect match beauties cannot be combined, which is irrelevant. Life always has to miss and meet, which makes it interesting. Just like a cup of fragrant tea, sweet is the top grade. Liang Sicheng was a city. He built a solid nest in the city. He believed that the swallow flying far away would return one day. He birds flying and nestling together with him between Liang and whispered. When he arrived, he turned a landscape into a city, which had their footprints, the light and shadow of predecessors, the confusion of years, the fresh breeze, the bright moon and the long flow of water, xiaojia Jasper. I think this spring, there must be a lot of people competing to go to the south of the yangtze river to find flowers blooming and perceive the south of the yangtze river, but I don’t know how many people will remember that there was once a woman, it is an indispensable scenery in the south of the yangtze river. Her name is lin huiyin. She was born in the south of the yangtze river and raised in the south of the yangtze river. She is a curved stream in the south of the yangtze river. She twists and turns around the corridor in the noise of the world, she is a branch of willow along the river. The Willow is full of silk, which ignites the green of life for the people in the past. Wherever she passes, it is full of pure light and fragrance in the time of life. I didn’t go, not I couldn’t, but I knew that jiangnan had always been my hometown, so I still wanted to regard her as a place where she grew up in my way. After a trip back travling far, take a look at the scenery like Lotus and Zen, adding a peace to the last time of life, which is really put down.

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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A person’s rainy season

I dried the tears on my face, but my heart began to cry. I don’t want to be tightly surrounded by memory and loneliness, so that the bleak rain will fall in my eyes. Wen: time flying note tungoiltree flower fell from the branch on his shoulder and swung a few petals in his palm to smell its scattered fragrance. It seems that I can’t remember the flowering period of its fall, but I remember that after its prosperity, it was the long rainy season. I always think of someone in my heart, so when I see those purple flowers dancing in the wind, I always imagine them as Yudie’s floating skirt. Once a scene brings me into the story of me and her, I will become a spoony fool, engraved on my face like a smile and relief, as if I never want to disperse. Yudie, I don’t know whether time is distance or not. Can the footsteps of time stay for me when I miss you? Will you still hold my hand and dance on the verdant grass? The red bow jumps with the black braid like a beating flame. The warmth flowing between your fingers makes me feel infinite warm & pure. Will you still wipe the sentimental tears on my cheek with your skirt? The grass on the slope is still blooming, and the wind on the face is still slow. Now who can sing for me again? The sun did not penetrate the thick clouds and fell to the ground. Instead, pull up the gray curtain to make the sky gloomy. In fact, I am very afraid of loneliness. When a person silently counts the alternation of day and night, he alone measures the distance from the young green onion to the fading of red face, which is always inexplicable fear. But my world is like an isolated no man’s land. Except for the scenery around which changes with seasons, only the river in front of the door accompanied me through the unchangeable morning faint. Even a few few migratory birds returned late and went away in a hurry. Yudie, you were all I had. In the days without you, in my melancholy lines of poetry, what flows is the loneliness of heart. You should know that love is a matter for two people, and one cannot perform or continue. It is the most precious thing given to each of us by life, and it is also the emotional proposition that we must answer in life. No one can resist and avoid it. You just walked straight into my emotional world, but suddenly disappeared in Sleepless in Seattle. But how can I make love deep in my heart disappear instantly? I don’t understand the love between flowers and seasons. It was clear that the season was still far away, but when it could not be approached, the hearts of long hopes opened in a hurry, as if they were afraid of missing the moment to hug each other. However, the season left silently, without a moment to stop, without a glance to look back, leaving flowers with only enucleation of heart. Perhaps, no matter where the flowers will go, they will also be hurt when they bloom and fall. I don’t know whether they are lonely only when they are blooming or lonely. Every the rains came, when I hold my umbrella in the pouring, I will lean over and pick them up when I see those flowers with withered callous stamens floating in the water, because they are like my heart wet by the rain. I am used to closing my eyes to listen to the echo of the rain knocking on the river. Maybe the river is soothing my lost mood with rising joy. What about playing a music of violin? Where should I send the thoughts that have long been neglected by passion? Yudie, we play hand in hand. The warmth you left in my palm seems to be still there; You use your sleeves to cut my wet hair, Bold’s body heat seems to be still there; You use a bow, swabbing the raindrops on my cheeks for me, the charming perfumed is still there. I long for the rainy season with you. I don’t want memories and loneliness to be tightly wrapped, and the bleak rain will fall in my eyes. I don’t know where all the time has gone? I would rather be drunk in the memory of getting old slowly, forever lost in the wasteland of the past, regardless of the return date. Maybe that would make me feel better. I don’t want to be conquered by loneliness or captured by missing. I don’t want to treasure what I want to say to you in my heart for so many years. I can only talk to the breeze that sent the dusk rain back. Yudie, is our love a tragedy of the Act; Our love is finally silent conclusion. But you took my heart and let my mind and soul all die. If time can go back, I also want to sit under the old porch with you and watch the rain side by side. On the hillside is a stone plank road, with a red bow, holding a red umbrella, is that you, Yudie, who ran to my hut full of morning glory rattan? Finally, I couldn’t resist the surging heart and rushed out of the door, but was surrounded by the wind. The path is deserted and the grass is deserted, and the Moss passes through the year. But I didn’t see you as before, and I didn’t hear your Mowgli smile. I just heard a sound of Cuckoo’s clear cry from the deep valley forest. Yudie, why do you want to see you, only in dreams? Paulownia leaves rustled and entered my lonely yard again in rainy season. I don’t know what will happen after today, just like I can’t grasp the direction of rain. I don’t know if I am still listening to the rain in this rainy season? But I really don’t want to spend this difficult rainy season alone.

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…

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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…

Read the ice and snow, dance with you

Light inkstone side ink, quietly pick up Idsmay. How many Sun and Moon have you been stationed in the rain and Dawn? How many reincarnation have you stayed in because of the ice and snow. Pour the lifetime Watch into the tip of the pen, as long as the world is far away, and as long as the time changes. You, are still my constant attachment. If life never meets, maybe, I won’t pile up all the words just to depict a fairy tale that knows each other. If life never meets, maybe, I won’t hurt one keyboard, just to remember a person who knows me and knows me. You said, you love ice and snow. Therefore, I often expect that there will be such a winter day with smart snowflakes floating outside the window. In the room, I hold fragrant tea with you and sit quietly. Watching the ups and downs in the Cup, listening to the snow knocking on the window, keeping a plain acquaintance together, speaking with the soul and getting old with time. At that moment, my dream was blooming in your eyes like water; My soul was intoxicated in your burning heartbeat. Let us stay away from the secular noise, quietly, and do not interfere with others. As long as you have you, you will be very devout to support you in your heart and let your thoughts fly with the words. The dusty memories are opened one by one, and the clear picture is played back slowly in the mind with infinite attachment and beautiful pain. We are bound by words and cherish each other because there are too many similarities in each other’s fate. A kind of tacit understanding of the soul often makes us say the same sentence together; A kind of distant thoughts often make us feel a kind of mutual knowledge integrated into life. Just like two tired solitary wild goose, they found a harbor to stop in each other’s thoughts. Being honest and relative and holding each other silently is enough because true love is not a kind of satisfaction of carnal desire, nor a romance of eternal love. But a call from the heart, the life of the soul depends on each other. The body is just a carrier of the soul, and this life is just a continuation of the previous life. I firmly believe that you are the Yao Qin of my previous life. This life is only for me. Listen to me once again to touch the heartstrings. You will spoil me with your love. Use your love to keep me warm. If life is a piece of white paper, then your love is the most beautiful Danqing on this paper. However, in this life, how can I write to lock you into my poem. In the afterlife, how can I find it, so that you can not rub shoulders with me. Perhaps, meeting you is doomed to be a sad and beautiful feast; Perhaps, falling in love with you is doomed to be the fall of a lifetime. I know that I can’t walk out of the corridor of your life for the time of my life. I know that I can’t carve out the beautiful notes you gave me after reading all this ice and snow. If the warmth of life can be measured by love, then can you combine your name with my life? If you don’t come, I am not old. If you make a lifetime, I will promise a lifetime. Let me spend all my life with you; Read all the ice and snow of this life and dance with you!

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…