A lovesickness song, a love of butterfly

The years are ruthless, and there will always be some scars left. I always think that many days will always be remembered. However, with the weathering of the old tiles on the wall, those dark fragments will fly like dust and smoke. Therefore, looking for spring flowers with quiet and warm heart, you are the most beautiful meeting around my corner, and I will treasure it all my life! ——– Drops of ink into roses that hurt Valentine’s Day, gorgeous and dazzling, hanging in the heart, glittering with your eyes, I saw a persistent. Is it the seed planted by Angels? Let the flowers of love bloom for romantic and cozy, and let the strings of missing draw out the plain sounds of nature. The sunshine is so warm, just like your concern, so that your heart is no longer cold. Maybe I can’t remember without the agreement of a previous life, but in this life, I met you in the season of gardenia, with warmth on my body. Your smile is so familiar, my shallow dimples were filled with lovesickness, drunk with a love Shiyu. The fragrance of flowers is filled with love, and there will be a lasting fragrance in my heart. I am willing to share it with you in the red dust years. The winds of the four seasons are full of different tastes. No matter it is cold or warm, there will always be Wang Qingquan in your heart reflecting your affectionate eyes. The moments of heart will be fixed as warm pictures. I cherish them with my heart forever, that sentence I love you lengthens the strings in the flow of time and will never break for a lifetime. Looking at the chapters that life is not gorgeous, with you, you will have the most perfect opening. You are a sentimental man, Xiaguang shawl, you come on a boat, the chanting poem moves mountains and rivers, the sound echoes with you, looking at your gentle eyes, I was rhyme Red my face by your aura, and the sound of looking quietly and missing echoed. I don’t want to wait alone for too long, afraid that there is no direction and your steps are gradual. I know that you have entered my heart window. Life is very short, but the love I expect is very long. I just want to join hands with you forever. There is no romance under the spring and moon. Only the flowing lingering lines of poetry sing between notes. You said that you don’t care about the day and night, as long as you really have it, love has no distance, and the world is only at hand. Stroke a ray of old red line, pull a red lovesickness button embroidered on your chest, no matter how far away, you can hear your heartbeat, there is the most real voice of love. Love is beautiful, fascinating and yearning. I have no choice but to separate too much and get together too little. I stand as an eternal gesture to wait for you and watch you. You are my warm sunshine every day, the heart is here, not good at words, draw a circle, is our future, our world. I like to dream, because there is your figure in every dream. You are the XINGX waiting in front of my window, blinking my eyes for me; You are the wind through the curtain, gently brushed the hair in front of my forehead and looked at my sleeping smile; You live in my heart, which is the warmth I keep alone. You are in my dream, which is my constant miss. To the gorgeous rose, I said with the truest heart: It’s great to have you in this life! Meet, is a tree blooming, many sweet stories filled with fragrance, give the years a hug, let me step on your feet in the frustrated corner, thank God we didn’t rub shoulders, I remember your charming smile. You said that you waited thousands of times just to wait for one person, sitting in the rattan chair of the years, shaking slowly together and getting old together. I believe it, I just wait quietly, waiting to join hands with the old world. Happiness is an angel. She didn’t want me to be alone. She came to me so gently. The loneliness behind her was forgotten. Inside the window, there were tender feelings. I was waiting for you to pick up a pen and draw eyebrows for me, like the moon, happiness is so red and squinting. Hand in hand, together, white head, two figures on a road until the end of the years, I believe that the wrinkled face will surely open the roses of the past, and the fragrance of this life will open in your heart and mine. Love is a clear spring. Your gentle fingertip fluctuates and attracts people’s heartstrings. It is so Lingering. My heart cannot hide deep feelings, even if love fades with time, even if it is covered with the dust of the years, it is still pure and clear, and I love you as early as before. I firmly believe that no matter how far the journey is, no matter how heavy the wind and rain are, I will hold your warm hand and walk with my eyes closed. If we could stay in the place of time, we would sit together and listen to the stories that never grow old, watch the sunrise and sunset, listen to each other’s heart songs, and grow old slowly. Today is Valentine’s Day, Roses open in my heart, play a lovesickness song, write down a love of butterfly, we are a love myth, this life is with you warm city, love is the home of the wind, flowers, snow and moon, in this life, we are bound to the end of the world. The graceful mood gurgled all over the ground. Looking back, there are many kinds of customs and feelings, one by one, winding the two earthly hearts, no one can escape, like a passing year, we are drunk with the red dust, don’t complain. Full of Love is in my heart, and the words are lingering. However, the words are too shallow to write the feelings of missing. There are tissue paper pieces. The message has a thousand charm, and the heart is connected. I believe you understand. There are roses in my heart, holding flowers smiles, romantic colors, and wishes for the years; I have walked far and far away alone in my life. This Valentine’s Day, angels learn from me, I will give you the future to keep, you are the tomorrow outlined by red ink. Phoenix mountain spring outing

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In the next life, I would like to be a fish

Xu Zhimo said: Someone told me that fish’s memory was only 7 seconds. After 7 seconds, it did not remember the past and everything became new again. Therefore, fish in that small fish tank will never feel bored. I would rather be a fish and forget everything after 7 seconds. The people I met and the things I did can disappear, but I am not a fish. Can’t forget the people I love, can’t forget the pain of caring, can’t forget the pain of lovesickness, narandde said like a fish drinking water, know whether it is cold or warm by oneself. This sentence sounds so light, but it hurts like that. I often think that if I am a fish and live in a sea, I am carefree and free. There is no daily annoyance, no trifles of life, no secular love, hatred, love and enticement of fame and wealth. It is just a fish that lives between heaven and earth as a fish, what kind of mood should it be? Throughout his whole life, narandel was born gentlefolk, and his father was the prime minister of Naran Pearl who was famous for a while and full of power. However, he was even more expensive as a guard with a knife in front of the Royal Court. He was only 20 years old, and the official Juzheng was the second product, it can be said that he was young and promising, but it was such a man who made countless men, women and children envy and swept thousands of young girls, but was praised as a sad man through the ages by Wang Guowei, the first talented son in the late Qing Dynasty, his father also lamented why my child was so sad? Drinking water like fish, know whether it is cold or warm by oneself. Perhaps, not many people can understand the true meaning of his “drinking Words”, and no one can peep into the soul of this immortal genius. In that bend of water, there are three or two fish swimming, qingxi Bibo, the teenager standing beside the well, has all the grief and feelings in his heart. Perhaps, some people said that his young wife lost, his heart was depressed and hurt, and he could not be solved; Perhaps, he had one thousand reasons for sadness; Perhaps, he was a fish, like a fish drinking water, know whether it is cold or warm by oneself. Xu Zhimo said that the memory of fish is only 7 seconds, and after 7 seconds, everything will be restored to the starting point, so the fish will never feel bored in the fish tank. Maybe he would like to be a fish, A fish that is never sad, a fish that lives in a fish tank but can come forever. He met her and achieved her world in April. A love myth that has been passed down so far, let me look back at their love again. In that time of years, his meeting with her was like an accidental rub in the vast red dust, once we met each other in a strange way, and once a thousand turns were only for the true feelings we met, which made their two hearts tightly lean together. Xu Zhimo once said that walking, it was scattered, and the memory faded; Looking at it, it was tired, and the Starlight was dark; Listening to it, it woke up and began to complain; Looking back, you disappeared, and I suddenly messed up. Reading the words as thin as the sand between the fingers, the heart hatches in a burst of softness, and the blooming season of a tree blooms at the fingertips. He and She, like a pair of parallel wire and a pair of kapok trees, stood quietly on both sides of the road, always separated, but dependent on each other, as if they were a railway track, never crossing the point, but it can last for a long time, with the mood of waiting for a tree to bloom to protect the beauty in his heart, without complaint or regret, without desire or desire. If you really love someone, you want her to breathe freely, it is also a lasting emotion. He would like to be a fish. After 7 seconds, I forget everything. The people I met and the things I did can disappear, but I am not a fish. Can’t forget the person I love, can’t forget the pain I care about, can’t forget the pain fish of lovesickness said to the sea: you can’t see my tears, because my tears are in the water. Hai double Fish said: I can feel your tears, because you are in my heart. Reviewing the lines of this ancient “fish sea legend” again, a burst of beautiful pain rose in my heart. Sea and fish, a pair of lovers who always stay together, a pair of lovers who blend with each other, can understand each other’s tears because he is in her water and she is in his heart. Fish can’t jump as much as possible after leaving the sea, and the sea becomes a bay of dead water after leaving the fish. Like a couple in love, snuggling up to each other and helping each other, like a pair of hedgehog snuggling up to each other to keep warm. It is easy to stab each other when they are too close, and they are too far away to feel warm, therefore, we must keep the most appropriate distance to become eternal. Drinking water like fish, know whether it is cold or warm by oneself. I think, fish drink not a mouthful of water, but a heart, a heart of know whether it is cold or warm by oneself. We meet each other, know each other, love each other and stay together. In this process, only we know that love has no shadow, can’t be seen or touched, but you can feel it in your heart. The Love called Love, thousands of words can’t describe your beauty; The love called love, if you are every drop of water I drink, your smile, your little bits and pieces merge with my heart. In the bunker of the soul, you snuggle with each other and keep your white head together. If there is really an afterlife, I would still like to be a fish, a fish without sadness, only happy. In the mountains of Qingxi style, breathe freely and jump freely. The legend of each other may have been forgotten, and the indifference of forgetting each other has already withered. I am still me, a memory of only 7 seconds. I don’t understand heartache or sadness, only a happy fish. If there is really an afterlife, I would like to be a fish. Meet you in green hills and clear waters, don’t ask the past, don’t look back, no matter the future, only in the flower, and you mandarin ducks playing in the water, no longer sad, no pain, only me and you, after 7 seconds, new encounters, new starts, no nodes. If you can make a fish in the next life, you are still willing to wait for you at the ferry of spring return. The reason why the fish took the bait was that it fell in love with the fisherman. The reason why I appear in your dustpan all over is that I fall in love with you quietly. Will you save me like Zhang Ziyou in the Green Willow and white Dyke, put it into the Qing pool of rippling wave, make a beautiful dust border, make a meeting in the afterlife, and fold a flying paper crane? In the next life, I would like to be a fish, one with only 7 seconds of memory. Never look at your eyes, never blur your cheeks, and always be so fresh. Like the preservation period of love, if you can keep the beauty when you meet all your life, then marriage is no longer the grave of love. You will always be the best in my eyes, and I will always be your heartbeats, you have long hair fluttering for me, and I promise you that your white hair will fall down. You and I will never be lonely, because every time we meet each other is a new life. If there is really an afterlife, I would like to be a fish, often accompanied by the ancient Buddha of the green lamp. In the the lotus pond of Guanyin Bodhisattva, I recite a true Sutra, a sandalwood, and listen to the fansong all night, just for the feather of the Immortal, keep you safe

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…

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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…

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