Love

At first, we should collect a ray of sunshine every morning and cherish the last ray of Moonlight. When the aftersound of butterfly is still ringing in my ears, when the Dream renders the desire into a full crystal clear, even if it is still a little thin, the romance of blues that has been started has already begun. I thought you were my hope to break the cocoon and become a butterfly, but you were my dear passerby. I often look for the rose lantern swaying at the end of the long street at the beginning of the lantern, placing my long hope on the dawn of the next day, repeating the song “Butterfly and Blue”. Running Barefoot In The Phantom of the night, hiding the heart of a flower quietly in the core, I believe there is a pair of familiar eyes watching at the end of the night, which is the destination of my life, it is the most beautiful appointment I don’t want to miss in this life. The dream becomes clear, and Dawn is also quietly dressing up himself. The desire to become a butterfly is our most beautiful appointment. In this way, I waited quietly in a posture every inch of time when people were surging. Thought was slowly dried and became a body; Missing was slowly stripped of the body and became the YILI red cinnabar. The Rose opened on your heart I am or the mosquito blood? Suddenly, I saw the helpless injury spreading all over my body from the sole of my feet. The song “Liang Zhu” dancing with time also came to an end in the Depression. I think of a sentence I have read: Loving someone is like a interpretation of time and space. One person dressed up and the other turned around magnificently. When you love someone, you and I are both audiences and smart people. It’s just that when we understand this, everything has already started to end in 2013, 12, 22,

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

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Linjia Lane

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Lover dies, lover…