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

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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

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