Ukiyo-e

When did life become an entangled love song, the melody was clear but the lyrics were ups and downs. I remembered the feelings he interpreted, and the clear and gentle water flow was long; I always thought that I am a person who cherished flowers and loved flowers. When I opened that bunch of roses, there was only sadness left in my heart. If there was no foundation, I only depended on the nutrition of the outside world, even if I lived in beauty will die immediately, I will definitely learn to plant roses. Winter is getting farther and farther away. Spring is coming hazy. What comes up quietly is the thick rain like lovesickness after the new green, blurred sight also softened all the most clear pain to reality. I have been on the road all the time, but I live a repeated life like a clock. Tick-tock is my own response to fate. There is no joy or loss. Missing is the grass that will sprout with time, breaking the ground and being so brave! My friend said that Du Fu Park could be a paradise, but it was spoiled by countless playground equipment that nobody took care of. The chaos in reality became a lingering necessities of life, and the scenes could not be relieved! It is better for people to live in the present with a long road ahead. I think of the scene where Nana ate shredded pork with garlic sauce, and the scene where passerby a tried hard to find fish in shredded pork with garlic sauce. In fact, life is really full of joy everywhere, isn’t it, today I am really lost, but I really don’t know what it is for. I chose to hide at home alone, thinking about the future alone, only to find that my future is chaotic, I will slowly refuel and prepare a set of camping tools for myself. One day, I will hide in the mountains alone or take a hiking trip. I really lack a trip to leave! In the past few years, all I have is the lingering memory. The memory that remains in the deepest part of my memory becomes the biggest debt to the future, so that I have begun to stagnate, the music box is still the song “When Love has become the past” brother, thank you for your voice has been guiding me to become simple and strong, for six years, all the friendship has become a bottle of charming red wine. Unfortunately, I don’t have goblets or Western food utensils. I don’t know love or human friendship or what is forever… When did life become like this? In reincarnation, a strong dagger was formed and stabbed into the chest. The music continued to rain outside the window… The crying children are all tears left by angels on Earth. They are grateful but have no place to let go. The journey is far away but they are always lonely. They love to laugh and make things clear forever. There is always incomparable darkness behind the bright sunshine; there is no expectation or excessive demand for a sincere article. In the end, it is just a sentence: If you are well, it will be sunny! So he lowered his head and continued on his way! When I was young, I couldn’t understand a Dream of Red Mansions. I couldn’t understand Baoyu’s words and deeds, nor did I understand that I finally cut my hair into a monk. Now it can really explain that quiet detachment, everyone has a corner in his heart to be quiet. My silence only needs a cup of coffee or a cup of tea, a quiet place. My friend said that I am happy people, but no one could understand my loneliness and cowardice! The world is so flashy. Who is the return of who is the passer of who? What I drew for myself was a white drawing after detachment, that’s all.

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…

About foam

This life is attached, the third life is not awake. Bubble-like conventions only leave beautiful fantasies in the end. The foam is so beautiful, so illusory and so difficult to let go through the folding color of sunshine. Just like her name Xia Mo. The smell of lavender flavor, exudes in the breath of spring, but with the smell of summer, her smile. Love is painful. Lonely glaze harp, lonely beauty new clothes. If a little candle is a little bit of tears, leaving a fantasy, it will only hurt more in the end. I only sigh that floating life is like a dream, and only teach a person to be crazy. The gray sky is so beautiful, through the sky of birch forest, a promise under Silver Birch. Xia Mo, remember? Under Silver Birch, you and I promise a lifetime. You said I am a person in a fairy tale world, and you also said I am your fairy tale book. Now, this fairy tale world has been lonely with glaze harp, and this birch forest has been lonely. I am left alone to recall our past quietly, leaving the last story of that fairy tale book. On the gray East Street Road, your smile is as bright as flowers, and your plain face is still like autumn wind. Now, you are already away, and I am alone walking on this gray ancient road. Do you still remember our agreement. By the way, you will remember, because you are Xia Mo, the smile in my heart. There are beautiful people in the North, who are immortal and independent. Once we look at the city of people and then the country of people, we don’t know the city of people and the drop-dead gorgeous. It is difficult to get beautiful people any more. Through thousands of years of waiting, will you come again? My summer foam, are you still there? I want to hold your hand tightly and feel the tenderness you give me. Leave a cup of clear wine, which makes me drunk in the mist. You and I are separated by time and space, like a dream smoke, can’t see your outline, can’t touch your heartbeat, Cold Dew wet my heart, as time flies, if it is smoky and rainy, don’t forget the dust when it is raining. The picture of holding hands and following hands flashed in my eyes. I stretched out my hand, but you disappeared like a bubble. I want to say goodbye to the past, and I want to pass by with my injury. However, the trace of looking back is destined to be my loss at night, reading you. Bubble-like conventions are so beautiful, but so confused. Xia Mo, I wish the third generation would not wake up, in exchange for this life attachment. Hua xiaonuo 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…