A game, a dream

We walked in the big world, leaving indelible footprints on the mountains, mountains, rivers and waters all the way. The heart of the wind and dust was covered with snow, rain and wind and frost. It turned out that we had nowhere to escape from such an empty world. We could not find a wall with no wind to resist the erosion of time, and the wounds were engraved in the depths of our hearts. We are all unruly children, and a determination is indestructible. Since we have come to the world, we must write down the chapter book Life to beauty. I don’t want to be unprecedented or extravagant. I just want to write a story like water in the time of circulation. This heart is enough, because there is me and you. ———- Inscription night, not coming, the surrounding is filled with cold and penetrating cold. Sitting alone by the window, turning on the light, holding a cup of hot tea with light smoke in hand, swallowed the heat of the mouth, and reached the bottom of my heart all the time, not for the dry lips, just to melt the winter hidden in my heart. Every time in such a quiet time, loneliness is always uninvited, encircling the chaotic night, and then occupying the commanding heights of the soul. When the unrestrained music kept falling back to my ears, the rhythm of ups and downs also touched the heartstrings and touched an inch of short long thoughts. Therefore, you can’t help passing through your mind again and again like a glimpse of light. You will get into your heart from the gap of memory and let the lonely sea roll up the waves again, those layers are still happy injuries. Outside the closed window, you have gone far away. With those old days of losing, you have traveled step by step and disappeared into the vague past. Maybe fate has already been doomed. Our story is just a paragraph with no flowers and fruits, but a meeting with the missed Pingshui, it’s just that the beauty of the rich sight of the mountain and water along the road is used to too many parts in the world. A scene of flowers bloom into paintings and a scene of flowers fall to weave scenery. However, during the journey of love between you and me, when we draw the next sentence at the time of separation, we can’t walk out of a leisurely pace and bear the heaviest burden. After all, we can’t afford to let go, A trade-off makes people so embarrassed and so difficult. Maybe the city of love has no way out. In that most beautiful time, you walked through my time, and I sent you all the way with a smile. The closeness between heart and heart only makes the four seasons warm like spring, affection and love dependent and dreamy obsession. Once we fly with all our strength, we will fall in love with the romantic blue sky. Fortunately, I lost my life. Can’t stand the wind and rain of a night, love has been fragmented and scattered all over the ground, and the injuries aroused are like flying flowers in the mud Fender. The dream woke up, you walked firmly like iron, we ended up in the ebb and flow, a game made a dream. Those footprints before and after the moon are doomed to not be able to dance a life that is desolate and old. I had known that a fearless effort would form bitter and sour fruits in the golden season. Then, why should we care so much about the bleak autumn wind shaking it down? In the vast sea of people, no one will be whose forever, but he cannot escape the fate that is only a passer-by and destined for nothing. Perhaps, our deep true feelings will never grow old. The old ones are only the years on our heads; The blood in our chest will never freeze, and the cold ones are only the promises we made lightly. The ship board of Time is wobbling, and it can’t carry too much trauma in life. When everything was calm and calm, a moving heart gradually returned to the original silence, leaving only the thick and colorful fragments remaining in the dream and being read repeatedly, the scattered fragments cannot piece together the complete fairy tale of love. The love between you and me comes in a hurry and goes in a hurry. Like the menacing bonfire in the long lonely years, the bright and hot light also warm our cold and silent hearts from time to time. Those passages that can’t be repeated, weave our not only glorious people, but also romantic and abundant life. Although leaving many regrets, which makes people sigh, it is enough for us to carefully reflect and miss our whole life.

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