Catkin touch clothes, meet a certain edge

Yousi soft series floating Spring Pavilion, falling Catkins light touch puff embroidered curtain. Sitting in front of the window, looking at the flying catkins outside the window, the poem in “funeral flowers” came to mind. When I smiled with a low eyebrow, I was also the daughter of that girl. My thoughts are graceful, like Catkins, I want to wander lightly and tactfully, wantonly in the world with the most elegant posture, and use the softest posture to brighten this season. Outside my window, the sky is as clear as the lake and as pure as a child’s heart. What I can’t see is not the sky, but the deep yearning in my eyes. Standing against the window, looking at the mesh curtains floating up, my eyes were confused. I didn’t know when it was the return date, and what was the reason for years goes by after saying goodbye. I only know that watching the sky full of Catkins outside the window, I am intoxicated in the country where catkins are flying. Feng Yansi said: tears are leaning against the building and there is a single language. Swallows flies. Will you meet each other? The spring worries are like Catkins, and there is no place to find in your dream. But I didn’t cry, but my heart was full of worries; I was silent, but words flowed repeatedly in my heart; I didn’t have any worries, but my thoughts were messy and I lost my thoughts. Deep in my eyes, I can’t see the face that I am dreaming about, but I am looking for the fate in my dream. Watching Catkins flying in front of the window, gently touching my purple curtain, like a dream, I couldn’t help recalling the figure in my dream. Stretch out his hand to catch a catkin, soft and boneless, and hold it into his palm. It was there quietly, breathing lightly, and let it fly away from my hand, integrating into the country like snow, you can’t distinguish the original appearance. Just like, I can’t identify your direction with the vast sea of people. Looking at their light flying figure, there is a lingering thought lingering in my heart, just like the long hair messy by the wind, the silk is pasted on my face, and there is a persistent idea. I just want to lift my hands lightly, stand on tiptoes lightly, dance with them, dance to the city, smile, and follow each other all my life. In this life, I stubbornly believe in the memory fragments left by the previous life. The entanglement and Lovesickness of that life are only for Junsheng, giving everything to him, and also going to a date that never gives up life and death, love in the Cape. In such a bright and dazzling season, my heart is full of melancholy, not for the passing of spring, not for the dying of red everywhere, just because I forgot the place where I agreed to meet you in the cycle, how should I find your face in this life. On the other side of this life, you cannot see flowers blooming or find your face. The emptiness and desolation of looking through the autumn water spread the whole heart. Have you ever realized that my attachment to you from previous life is still rich and undiminished? In the world, because of missing you, you can not be annihilated by the flood, but the love in your heart has long been rampant. As the seasons change, the memory is deep and shallow, and it is still connected with the thoughts in the heart. Although it is as shallow as water, it cannot be forgotten and cannot be stranded. I still stubbornly believe that the fate will not be easily dispersed, let alone missed. Have you forgotten my existence in this life? Have you worried about other women like me in this life? In this life, are you still looking for you like me in all living beings? I can’t control myself to miss, just as I can’t determine which site on the other shore you are waiting for me, or I have already forgotten in the past few years. I can only linger in the fragments of past life memories, grasping the fate that is slightly humble as time grows old, and the deep but vague love. Is this the so-called deep love? How can I hold your hand accurately when you rub your shoulders with me? From then on, you don’t have to look at each other across the bank. You can experience the desolation of prosperity and prosperity alone. You can watch the dim lights side by side and hold the long-lost warmth. At this moment, how much I want to set foot on the same path as you and find you. As long as you are still there, I am not afraid of waiting for the journey with thousands of rivers and mountains. Now, when the season falls like snow, I gazed and thought about it, lifted the curtain lightly, described your appearance in my heart, sentimentally attached, over and over again. I wish myself to be the flying catkins, and my beauty can float out without wind. When there is wind, I am also calm and calm with the occasion. I can fly freely between the sky and the Earth until I find my own home. And I will use the soft feelings like Catkins to look for you, come to you quietly, smile like a cigarette to you, telling the search and waiting that has gone through thousands of hardships and hardships across thousands of rivers and mountains. After that, I will be with you, holding the red dust, watching the flowers bloom, watching the sunset, watching us walk through the fleeting time with white hair. You, have you seen it? I look for your face on the way of this life, back and forth, never stop, silently and without words. If you see Catkins flying all over the sky on the road and touching your clothes lightly, please stop and hold them lightly, that is my deepest tenderness and attachment; if you see Catkins floating into your window before the window, please don’t close the window, that’s my way to find you; If you see Catkins falling between your eyebrows in your dream, please let your breath become more gentle, that is my unspoken words and pity for you. Therefore, don’t blame me for being careless. I have already hated myself deeply because of my incomplete memory. It is my greatest punishment and torture to be unable to hold your hands accurately. The love of previous life, the love of this life. My wish will fly with Liu Rong to your place, even after the wind and rain, I will find your face. I am already the catkin, soft and light, just like you first saw me. I am waiting to linger on your way. I only wish to touch your clothes lightly at the moment you pass by, meet a certain fate, and renew the attachment of my previous life with this life. Without your time, let the years change, I will still be quiet and safe; Without you, in the world, let the red dust surge in the sky, I will still be as simple as a heart; On the road without you, I am still smiling and smiling. I only wish you could remember the woman who danced lightly for you when the Willow color and Green were deep in the past life and the willow catkins were full of the city. In this life, I am still there, turning all my thoughts into Catkins all over the sky, looking for your footprints, just to meet you at the end of fate and brighten all your seasons. Written in 2014.5.3

Zan (prose editor: dripping ink into injury) Phoenix mountain spring outing

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A person’s rainy season

I dried the tears on my face, but my heart began to cry. I don’t want to be tightly surrounded by memory and loneliness, so that the bleak rain will fall in my eyes. Wen: time flying note tungoiltree flower fell from the branch on his shoulder and swung a few petals in his palm to smell its scattered fragrance. It seems that I can’t remember the flowering period of its fall, but I remember that after its prosperity, it was the long rainy season. I always think of someone in my heart, so when I see those purple flowers dancing in the wind, I always imagine them as Yudie’s floating skirt. Once a scene brings me into the story of me and her, I will become a spoony fool, engraved on my face like a smile and relief, as if I never want to disperse. Yudie, I don’t know whether time is distance or not. Can the footsteps of time stay for me when I miss you? Will you still hold my hand and dance on the verdant grass? The red bow jumps with the black braid like a beating flame. The warmth flowing between your fingers makes me feel infinite warm & pure. Will you still wipe the sentimental tears on my cheek with your skirt? The grass on the slope is still blooming, and the wind on the face is still slow. Now who can sing for me again? The sun did not penetrate the thick clouds and fell to the ground. Instead, pull up the gray curtain to make the sky gloomy. In fact, I am very afraid of loneliness. When a person silently counts the alternation of day and night, he alone measures the distance from the young green onion to the fading of red face, which is always inexplicable fear. But my world is like an isolated no man’s land. Except for the scenery around which changes with seasons, only the river in front of the door accompanied me through the unchangeable morning faint. Even a few few migratory birds returned late and went away in a hurry. Yudie, you were all I had. In the days without you, in my melancholy lines of poetry, what flows is the loneliness of heart. You should know that love is a matter for two people, and one cannot perform or continue. It is the most precious thing given to each of us by life, and it is also the emotional proposition that we must answer in life. No one can resist and avoid it. You just walked straight into my emotional world, but suddenly disappeared in Sleepless in Seattle. But how can I make love deep in my heart disappear instantly? I don’t understand the love between flowers and seasons. It was clear that the season was still far away, but when it could not be approached, the hearts of long hopes opened in a hurry, as if they were afraid of missing the moment to hug each other. However, the season left silently, without a moment to stop, without a glance to look back, leaving flowers with only enucleation of heart. Perhaps, no matter where the flowers will go, they will also be hurt when they bloom and fall. I don’t know whether they are lonely only when they are blooming or lonely. Every the rains came, when I hold my umbrella in the pouring, I will lean over and pick them up when I see those flowers with withered callous stamens floating in the water, because they are like my heart wet by the rain. I am used to closing my eyes to listen to the echo of the rain knocking on the river. Maybe the river is soothing my lost mood with rising joy. What about playing a music of violin? Where should I send the thoughts that have long been neglected by passion? Yudie, we play hand in hand. The warmth you left in my palm seems to be still there; You use your sleeves to cut my wet hair, Bold’s body heat seems to be still there; You use a bow, swabbing the raindrops on my cheeks for me, the charming perfumed is still there. I long for the rainy season with you. I don’t want memories and loneliness to be tightly wrapped, and the bleak rain will fall in my eyes. I don’t know where all the time has gone? I would rather be drunk in the memory of getting old slowly, forever lost in the wasteland of the past, regardless of the return date. Maybe that would make me feel better. I don’t want to be conquered by loneliness or captured by missing. I don’t want to treasure what I want to say to you in my heart for so many years. I can only talk to the breeze that sent the dusk rain back. Yudie, is our love a tragedy of the Act; Our love is finally silent conclusion. But you took my heart and let my mind and soul all die. If time can go back, I also want to sit under the old porch with you and watch the rain side by side. On the hillside is a stone plank road, with a red bow, holding a red umbrella, is that you, Yudie, who ran to my hut full of morning glory rattan? Finally, I couldn’t resist the surging heart and rushed out of the door, but was surrounded by the wind. The path is deserted and the grass is deserted, and the Moss passes through the year. But I didn’t see you as before, and I didn’t hear your Mowgli smile. I just heard a sound of Cuckoo’s clear cry from the deep valley forest. Yudie, why do you want to see you, only in dreams? Paulownia leaves rustled and entered my lonely yard again in rainy season. I don’t know what will happen after today, just like I can’t grasp the direction of rain. I don’t know if I am still listening to the rain in this rainy season? But I really don’t want to spend this difficult rainy season alone.

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

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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Long Pavilion sunset, lonely years

The wind is strong, the Green Lake is low, and the silence turns from the hazy. It has blurred your sorrow all the time, and keeps the bamboo stick in the cloud. Through your deep memory, I can understand the loss of the moment, perhaps when the swallow returns, or when the brocade book is lightly sent, the broken wings will be gently withdrawn and the traces of our passing will be reproduced. The light flute is far away, passing through the air, and the leisurely lovesickness cuts each other’s flashiness. The sudden depression makes us feel sad the next year. Does the woman on the other side return to my dream, holding my hands together, in the dream, you fall in a hurry, charming and charming. Outside the dream, you are elegant and light, singing the eternal song lightly. I don’t understand, I don’t know who on earth danced our years alone. Didn’t the hurried parting treasure our feelings and the rippling years recall us? The star River is bright, the lights are shining, and the flashing red lights return to the past with long memories. Standing in this ancient land, my heart is lost in the future, and I have never recalled the days without you, how to send lovesickness quickly, remember the moment you passed in a hurry, the fantasy followed you with a white head, but finally people went to the tea, a song of lovesickness, two idle worries, the empty mountains and rivers have no trace of your passing, I recycle the helplessness of sunset, so, I understand, you are the solitary wild goose, taking away all my care, taking away my half-life exile, pretending to be a thousand times of pleasure for you, but it is not as good as the final Xiao Han. The spring flowers are tightly clustered and the grass is piled up. The prosperous years outline the perfect sadness. The crying eyes glow with the true meaning of life. There can be many love, but this is the only time you meet in this life, the time we stayed together was in a trance. The scars of parting shouted for each other’s heartache. I didn’t even know why this kind of heart hurt, and even panicked the years after you left, I am afraid that I will walk alone again on the quiet stranger, looking for the blooming season and finally welcoming a feast without you. Where should I go then? The thick pollen is blooming, the bees are flying butterflies, the mountains are flowing, everything seems to be in the wind, the laughter is sad with the past, and the grief is dim with the scars of the fleeting years. The sunset of the Long Pavilion, the sunset glow flying, looking back on the endless sadness and beauty, don’t leave, don’t forget, don’t give up your years, the sky is light, the clear water is thousands of, can’t clean up the stains of years, settling in our embarrassment, I imagined that one day, I walked gently, you walked gently, we still have a beautiful sunrise, the morning light may be scattered all over the other side of thousands of years, loneliness may not come back again, you and I may hold our hands. At that time, the beautiful scenery was especially good, and peach blossoms were very popular. In the sunset of the long pavilion, I was alone with the fragrance of Lotus, tears condensed into the fragrance of Lotus, a slightly cool dream, misty with fantasy and walking with a pen. I would like to turn my memory into a dust love, and wait for you to remain unchanged for thousands of years. The years were lonely, and I fell into the dust net for a long time. The pen and ink expressed my deep feelings. I have been going for thousands of years, the water is on the horizon, and I recall a hundred years. I wish this life infatuated lingering love and love you for a lifetime without regret!

Zan (prose editor: dripping ink into injury) 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…

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…

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…

The confusion of summer night

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…

Love story

Lover dies, lover…