Moon Ming Mid-Autumn Festival, chanjun Tianya

A piece of paper is darkstory, and you can’t complain about the red dust. Half a moonlight can’t carry the red dust. The years ran away in the footsteps, and the wind in late autumn blew down my eyes. A piece of love became a boat, and the boat with the moonlight still rippled was missing. In the middle and autumn night, I would like to live for a long time. The melody of a thousand miles of people is taken away by the wind and inserted into the world. The moon was like a tide, which cut through the silent night. The Moonlight spilled into Zhu Ge through car window shade. I looked out of the window. In the pouring moonlight, I was a wisp of confusion and melancholy, in all the moonlight, my mind is like a swimming fish in the shallow bottom, and there is no place to hide. Turn around, sit quietly before the case, pour a cup of green tea, and the faint thoughts merge into a clear flow, flowing in the heart. In the middle of the moon and the autumn night, at the end of the world, I took a wisp of breeze and sat quietly at the end of my pen to send a song. Life is a journey. I will always meet many people on the way. Life is a meeting. I will always meet a person who knows your joy and worries in the sky of fate. And my journey, I don’t know when, there is one more you, walking with me, standing in the same posture with me. In time, we are all guests, gathering and scattering, and following the fate. Therefore, when meeting you at this intersection, we don’t ask for cause and effect, but only want to taste every happy moment with you, laugh with you to see the love, hate, love and hatred in the world, watch the flowers bloom and fall with you, and keep one side of the pure land in time. The end of the world, in the night sky, the bottom of the bright moon and the Qing Dynasty, thinking of you at the end of the world, my rustling nib wrote at night: many predestined people always meet each other, we meet in a word, know each other, but do not seek to meet each other. Through the moonlight, I read the thoughts like water. With your days, even things become so soft, and the corners of my mouth will rise from time to time. I have heard such a saying: all the encounters in the world are reunion after a long separation. If this is true, then, have we known each other in the past life, known each other, and met in this life just for the reunion of the past life? I don’t care about the past life. I only know that it is a gift from heaven to meet you in the deepest red dust in this life. When I first met you, I just talked with you as a passer-by, but I couldn’t see any warmth in the light words. I approached your words gently and read them carefully. The wonderful sentences revealed endless loneliness. Behind the loneliness was a sad heart. I knew you were bitter, but there was no words left, just walk out of your words with a little pity. In time, some things are getting closer and closer, and some things are getting farther and farther. After thousands of sails are over, the distance between us is getting closer and closer. I once fell in love with the moon, hid the deepest attachment into the moonlight, and also injected the most bitter memory into the nib. This night, I am no longer sad, thinking of you, is full of happiness, the Starlight, the little twinkle was joy. My missing found my place and danced in the wind. Red Dust has a dream, but it has gone away. Red Dust has love, but it has a thin body of memory. Red Dust has a fate, but it has a lonely journey. Those stories falling in the years, or happiness or worry, in a flash, once became the end of the world and once became strangers side by side. You have built a city in your heart, writing lovesickness for only one person, planting a tree in the courtyard and blooming for only one person. How much helplessness and sadness do you have in your persistent waiting room? Only in such a night, with a long melody, I can read you slowly, write you, that year the month, you make a red dust for a person, but in the end it becomes a person’s heart. On that year the month, you waited for three years for an agreement, but in the end, it became far away. That year the month, you wander in the empty city, just for the persistence that has not been exhausted. In the night when the moon is as white as practice, knock down a few pieces of scattered words and write a futile article for you, just for this meeting. Under the half-open window, looking at the moon and reading you at the end of the world, I know that the blooming words are not only known for that. I once asked you if she would return to your city again, if you were the same as before, you said with a smile that life was not so much if. Yes, you have been waiting for the lintel of time for too long. You have suffered too much loneliness and bitterness alone. Even if you have walked out of that memory, you should be free and easy. I also asked you if you still miss the person who has not returned. You said frankly that if she is well, it has nothing to do with me. If she is not good, what should she do with me? I smiled lightly, knowing that your heart is bitter, knowing that you thought, but it is not broken. If life can be so free and easy, why not a Lay’s? We are all swimming fish stranded in time. We once struggled in time and lingered in memory. This meeting is not a new journey. Therefore, we will not mention the past. There is a kind of meeting, called falling in love at first sight, there is a kind of agreement, called the end of the world, there is a kind of Cherish, called the love of each other, there is a kind of care, called Coast to Coast, there is a kind of wish, called forget nothing. We did not fall in love at first sight, nor did we have the agreement of the end of the world, nor did we hold our hands, nor did we expect to grow old with our son. Some of us just forgot nothing in the depths of the red dust and talked about the red dust, I don’t know how deep the sea is, how high the sky is, and how far it is forever. I only know how long I depend on you and how true my blessing is to you, how much do you cherish this meeting. You didn’t say that you would like to have a heart and a white-headed oath. I didn’t make a promise to meet the world of mortals and not to complain about your departure. You only said that if there are three thousand water, you want to do it, yi Yi xin tian, I only say the love of the King, knowing the response of the heart. In the red dust, there is you, a loneliness is missing, and a joy is added. In the years, there is you, a persistence is missing, and a care is added. In the time, there is you, one time is missing and one more time is blooming. I first met in a plain day, met in a clear flow of words, and knew each other in the hot summer. This autumn, I wrote words in a shallow way, letting the moon take my words, those unknown stories. I want to tell you gently that if you are well, I will feel at ease. If you are not well, I will be worried about everything. I want to tell you gently that if you are beside me, I want to make a cup of green tea for you when you are tired and warm your lonely back. I want to tell you gently that I will use all kinds of tenderness to understand your tight eyebrows and wipe away the loneliness in your heart for you. You say there is no if in life, but this night, I hope there is if. If I can, I would like to join hands with you to dance the red dust together. If I can, I would like to change your smile with my own care. If I can, I would like to use a piece of paper to lovesickness, the wind and smoke that cut through time. I know a lot of things are not hard to pass, but can’t go back. Therefore, I cherish this moment a hundred times, look at you far across the shore, and write the deepest thoughts into words at the end of the world. Time is a river, the left bank is a memory, the right bank is warm, memories are lingering, the warmth continues, you know, since you, the cold in my heart begins to wither, the warm sunshine hid in the heart quietly. Jun knows that since you were born, the obsession in his bones began to shake, shaking the concubine who had lived in his heart for a long time. Jun knows that since you were born, the loneliness in the soul is not at work. I am grateful for this meeting and for meeting such a unique you at this intersection. I never remember what you said, but you remember so clearly, I never pay attention to your mood, just like I don’t pay attention to the cold and warm weather, but you can always know my mood, I never know the pain in your heart, and you, always use laughter to bring your own chopsticks together, leaving no trace. You once said that you are a clown. How can you be worthy of the audience if you don’t enter the play? I just smiled, but I didn’t understand the nonsense and suffering behind that sentence. I don’t understand too much, you have too much tolerance, I don’t know too much, you have too much care, at this moment, I find that I have too much attachment. Writing red dust, I know a lot of feelings are pale and weak, walking red dust, I am used to seeing the joys and sorrows, I know there are too many disappointments in the world. Therefore, when I met in this life, I became a red face. I didn’t ask to look at Yunshu with me quietly. I didn’t ask for the same journey of the wind and rain, nor enjoyed the red sunset together, let alone for a long time. I only said that I knew each other, stayed together and cherished each other, it doesn’t hurt me, okay? Remember you said you haven’t seen the moon for a long time. Tonight is a full moon night. Is there the same full moon in the end of the world and the night sky? It is the Mid-Autumn Festival and the time of reunion. With your character, you will always feel sad. Please remember, don’t be sad. There will always be people who cherish the wandering heart, many tourists spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with you in some corner of the world, so you are not alone. You should also remember that trees are green and flowers are red. Life is still beautiful. Eating a moon cake will still make your heart sweet. You know, tonight, I take memory as the tree, miss as the moon, and read your horizon. Author QQ:1822905692

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