Time ups and downs, each is well

A Dream of the end of the world, close to the general situation. The style is suitable everywhere, and people are different every year. Tonight, Shanghai is much colder than the day before. There is still no bright moon in the sky. It is because of the strong wind! I let go of the busy day, walking on the street, looking at the sky with a lazy attitude. The sky was dark, and the endless traffic around me left behind the deafening whistle, then the fallen leaves on the roadside fluttered over and fell on my feet. I picked up that REDLEAF and stared for a long time. Somehow I suddenly remembered you! I remember many years ago, when we were playing in the park, the leaf you asked me to pick, the Leaf, had too many similarities! But people are different. When I took off that leaf, you looked smiling and unforgettable, but now I am the only one around me who has dim street lamps and ethereal cold nights. Once upon a time, how many days of falling flowers and flowing water I was thinking that our meeting was always wrong. Otherwise, how can you hurry! Didn’t have time to say goodbye, didn’t leave the address! Suddenly disappeared, nowhere to find! Is it really a passer-? In that dark studio, we shouldn’t have met, but we met in a narrow corridor, as if it were doomed. You left one day earlier, or I came a moment later, there was no connection in this life. A few years ago, even the memory is painful! Fortunately, many years later, we got in touch unexpectedly. We talked all night on the phone, but we couldn’t go back. In addition to disappointment, no one could catch the time moving forward. Suddenly I feel that you and I are not only separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, but also a trace of loneliness that cannot resist the arrangement of fate. In this long separation, what kind of mood is it? What kind of integrity and persistent waiting is under the night sky with countless cold winds? Originally, we remembered everything and did not forget the fragments of the gap, but we just ignored the time. Just unwilling to forget, in the dark corner, the night when the lights were on, those days when they said nothing and laughed silently! That night, you said, where does the world meet! I said, the world is good, this love will last forever, every year! However, the years are ruthless after all! Otherwise, how can you and I become so silent! On the phone, I said goodbye and said it. I felt very desolate. I used to solve problems for each other for the dissatisfaction in all aspects of life. But now, who knows what I want to say most, it’s just a sentence. How are you doing. But it’s hard to say! In this season of falling leaves, I don’t know where you are and whether your face has changed under the washing of years? Or in these hurried years, running in the sea area of livelihood like me! I am also confused about my future! What kind of pursuit of life, what kind of Baidu, can have an unexpected reunion! Facing this dark and lonely night, I can only feel sad. The world is really in a hurry, the flowers bloom and fall, the tide rises and falls, how many people gather in the world. How many people turn around and leave, and some things can not be remembered without heart, nor can they stay together for life without intention! Maybe you are still the plain woman before. I am still the teenager at the beginning. Time has gone, so you are no longer the woman who used to laugh and speak, and I am not the teenager who is not familiar with the world. This is the tragedy of life! Some things have been settled, suddenly one day unexpectedly found that it was so strange! If the fate of this life is destined to be as short and desolate as a flash in the pan, please don’t forget the vague shadow of each other! Many teenagers still have the first simple beauty in their hearts! Don’t forget the clean and transparent smile! That is how much wandering, how much pay, how much day and night pursuit is ultimately happiness that cannot be found back. The simpler it is, the more satisfied it is, the more you pay, and the more regretless you feel, like a small order, sentimental, delicate and exquisite. At a glance, there is a wave, a light smile, a funny sentence, just like Jiangnan water painting, just like your gentleness. Time is long, time is long, standing in the depths of the red dust, separated by the end of the world, but the heart is gone without a trace. At railing, I wrote a quiet message, which was late at night. No matter how I lower my eyebrows and lower my eyelids, I can’t find the original beauty. Tonight, I swung a cold wind and fell into my mind, mixed with messy thoughts, rubbed into the sea of my heart together, and dropped a sigh into the quiet night. Which of the things on earth can come true at will? If you pay more or less attention in the crowd, I will comfort you with one more or one less sentence in the bright moon. Let all this be fixed into pictures, put it in the safest mind to rest, and then sleep without being disturbed. Add a word of Time ups and downs to the payment, each is well! The wind seemed to be a little stronger, and the leaves were scattered. Under the dark night sky, some were hesitating, some were looking for, and some were in the root. I gently raised the leaf and watched it gradually moving to the distance, looking for its happiness, its destination, the figure of many years ago gradually came to me and told me lightly: Tianya-treasure. Late 2013-12-8 QQ:1696361003

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

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In the cool and dreamy afternoon, I closed the scroll slowly. With a heavy mood, I took back my mind from “Muslim funeral” with difficulty. My heart was tired, tired and conquered, it was crushed and crushed in the falling flowers in April. Looking at the falling flowers in April, I couldn’t help feeling sad. The Breeze buried the flowers, stirring the sadness and grief that I couldn’t calm down for a long time. Outside the window, there are wisps of fragrance, but the flowers slowly fade away. This is a season with bright and sad hidden, and it is spring. However, my heart was too deep. I struggled in “The funeral of Muslims” and fought hard to resist. I still left my soul in that elegant house with bright moon and cool breeze, walking in the Yan Garden of be covered with snow, walking in the winter of the wind, flowers and snow, walking in the desolate cemetery where Liang Zhu Qin’s voice was long and never abandoned, which was the graveyard of Muslims, go and leave it in the era of war-torn homes. Looking at the falling flowers floating far in the stream, like magic, my eyes, my heart and my soul are drifting away slowly. The story is too sad and beautiful to be extricate themselves, as I walked step by step between the lines, I became a visitor in the story, Tze-Ki Hon, Liang Junbi, Liang Bingyu, Han Tianxing, Han Xingyue, Chu Yanchao, one by one, living in front of me, quietly following behind them, watching their life and death, watching their love, hatred, love and hatred in several generations of the world. Ten years of life and death are boundless, not thinking about it, and I will never forget it. The War of the beacon fire and Wolf Smoke slowly went out, and set foot on the homeland of the old country that had been reunited for a long time. The road was long. It was a wrong combination. Ten years saw a person clearly and thirty years learned about life, everything is an illusion caused by too deep love. Use some decisive words so that you can find some spiritual comfort and turn away silently, leaving the right and wrong place alone. From then on, good gathering and good dispersion have become a kind of cover, and this life is doomed to wander alone. It was like a dream. It was a dream, an almost real dream, in which I did not know that I was a guest. I closed my eyes and groped in that society. Unfortunately, they couldn’t hear my voice. I saw that it was an era of jade, and I saw their Muslim faith, I saw the programmatic ethics on their heads. I saw them silently leaving the world and going to heaven garden. I saw that they fought against the disease and also squeezed a cold sweat for them, I see that they have the right to live and love. I also feel sad for their unfortunate fate. I was involved in the entanglement of their stories and couldn’t get away. In that black and white era, I was sad, miserable and tortuous. After decades of return, it was originally mixed with five flavors, thinking about the full of joy and unspeakable emotions at the sight, but everything was different and even the tombstone was gone, what I saw and heard was just a piece of loess in the deserted cemetery and the soft and illusory violin sound of sadness and sorrow under the moonlight. In the dusk, the sound was like a flower & rain in the sky, crying like a complaint, like a dream like a dream, like a little teardrop, a crescent moon rises slowly, which hurts the old heart of the return. My heart is too heavy and my body is too weak. Under the starry sky with little sadness in the moonlight, I can’t stand the pain, accompanied by the long-lasting mournful sound of violin, I struggled to retreat. Like a long journey, I finally came back. However, the flowers in April were falling and falling, and I felt sad in the gentle breeze.

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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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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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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…

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