If you are well enough

At the ends of the Earth, how many emotions have never been told, but they have been covered by prosperity, covered by years, with incense burner table ink, red makeup and light dance, and bead curtain roll. It is extremely luxurious to have a look. The peach red and green willows in March were buried with deep lovesickness, full of quiet and lingering paths, and the clouds in the sky also told us until death. A person keeps quiet alone, disconsolate and cold night, looking for tasteless remarks. I was unable to drive away the breeze in my ears, let the long hair raging between my eyebrows, and the deep melancholy on my low cheeks, all of which were covered with golden confusion by the sunset glow. I think I can go away with the passage of time, the breeze, and cheer in the sea of flowers all over the mountains. No, I have already melted into the paper with the pen and ink flowing from my fingertips. The Lovesickness paved with letter filled the years and slowly disappeared just now. Who is staring at the Central China of whose splendid year, and who is waiting in whose vicissitudes? Will be a little bit of thought, bloom into a lush look, will be stacked memories, folded into yellow paper, green lights, darkstory, who is at whose fingertips light away desolate, smoky rain red dust, firmly believe that: flowers bloom for more than one season, sitting in the heart of the world, looking at the missing, thousands of gentle feelings, turning into a dream of the end of the world……. May Feihong stop whining, bring a message of care, cross the clouds, and reach the hot heart. May the swimming fish hold off swimming and diving, place a love talk, and turn over the river; You said, don’t open the dusty memory easily, I said, everything is too late, I am already blue and white hair.

Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour

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