The roller blinds moved quietly, the moon shadow danced, and the windows were lightly closed. Everything is silent, only the candlelight is dancing. The tea in the cup has already cooled down, and the dense fragrance of the tea
is still lingering at the mouth of the cup. Her thin lips pursed slightly, with a hint of bitterness, and she swallowed helplessly, but it turned into sweet liquid in her throat. There is another full moon in the sky,
The ground is covered with silver light, and the cold dew on the leaves is crystal clear. You have been here all night long. When the dew slowly flows through the leaves, you will carefully collect it drop by drop. I Puzzled, I asked, your laughter, the essence of mid-autumn, is ready for making tea.
The drops of water flowed together, and the jade beads fell down and fell into pieces in an instant. The wind stirred the green leaves, and the dew flew over like raindrops one after another, soaking the cotton felt and the green shirt
. The dew that cannot be picked up is just like the teardrops that you cannot wipe away, not because of the waxing and waning of the moon, but because of parting with you. The person has gone far away, but the fragrance of the tea remains; the tea has cooled, but the love remains the same; the lonely figure in front of the candle still remembers you; the bronze mirror has no face, but the frown remains; the sound of the piano and the piano remains elegant; the case is raised In the meantime, the beautiful image remains the same.
The heart is like lilac in the rain, swaying in the cold wind, with a hint of melancholy. Only the faint touch of purple still lingers in the dream. In a blink of an eye, the moon has set in the west, the candlelight has been exhausted, and it is dim, and the beautiful face of pink and white appears in front of my eyes, which is lingering, it is a lingering nostalgia.
The relationship between you and me is like the jasmine petals brewed in boiling water, rising and falling in the cup. We meet briefly, but if we think about it for a long time, it will be difficult to return.
I think of a wonderful poem: "The whole courtyard is full of fragrance": Wearing a green robe, full of plain skin, infinitely quiet in the wind. Heyue is the gentlest, worthy of love and elegance. Even after parting, she is still unwilling to be sad. Immersed in water, passion turns into a secret fragrance flowing from the bottom of the cup.
The long-lost peace and tranquility are always like the autumn moon on the Xijiang River. The moon is like a hook, which makes it difficult to look back with sorrow and thoughts. The hanging moon shines eastwards.
The duet of the flute music has ancient charm, the lingering sound lingers, the echo is long, just waiting for the chariot shaft to turn around, and the sad moon is hidden in the west building.
The First Snow Whisper
Finally it was complete. Because of Xueer's unexpected arrival, the charm of winter was fully revealed.
The night is deep, and the dim street lamps are lit in the distance. The fog on the glass makes the vision blurry, and everything is frosted, mysterious and ethereal
. In fact, the night needs to have a kind of looming charm.
My fingers playfully drew the word snow on the mist, half-written or not. The transparent notes were left behind like hollows, a rare glimpse of clarity in the hazy corner.
It was such a casual action, but it revealed the most precious thing of the night.
Snow, it really snowed, and I felt pity for snow that I had never felt before. When I couldn’t wait to open the window, it was dancing all over the sky, quietly
When I arrived..., my mind went blank. If I were to describe my feelings at this time, it might be warmth. Without any warning, they came together,
At a brisk pace, groups came one after another, covering the ground and filling the field of vision. When heaven and earth are integrated, there are no hills in the mountains and no waves in the water.
The sky reflects the sky.
The snow in front of me is not like goose feathers, but much smaller. They fall freely under the influence of the wind. Sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, their graceful dancing postures unintentionally outline the trajectory of the cold wind. Perhaps because I was complaining about disturbing their masquerade party, a sudden gust of wind came towards me. When the wind blew over my face, the crystal velvet fell on my face one after another, very softly. A hint of coolness. The meeting with me seemed to be teasing me. When I touched them, they disappeared, leaving only a faint trace of water, and then they appeared again and again. It is impossible to appreciate, because when you touch it, its spirit
soul will be nirvana, leaving only the body. The helpless coldness made me subconsciously close the window and reluctantly quit the dance.
Its rotation is so elegant and its steps are so light. The whole body is dressed in silver, like a dancing ballet dancer. Under a shadow-tracing lamp, the scene is like a dream
《 Swan Lake".
Although their dance is short, every wonderful moment is evocative. They are like shooting stars in the night sky, explaining again and again what perfection is.
The snowy road is like the overturning of thousands of jade stamens, layer upon layer, blending into one, making you unable to bear to step on them, tarnishing this purity. A snowy night is like a vacuum crystal bottle, full of love and silence, making you hold your breath to find the sound of snow. Just one note can touch your heartstrings...
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I really hope the snow will continue to fall, because of your beauty and romance.
One thing that moved me
Living in this world, there will always be many things that make people feel sentimental and emotional. The world is not ruthless, people are always There are feelings between people just because they get along with each other. Some get along well and some don't get along well. This is a very real phenomenon!
There are many things that moved me the most:
When I was a child, my father pumped milk for me and fought with the shepherd’s dog in the ice and snow. My mother said it was very funny. But I am really touched. This often
will insist on my reasons for living. Because of these, people must live a better life! When I was young, my father was a soldier and had always been very upright, which is what I yearn for now. The sentries there often teased us. My mother often said that I almost died when I was young, but later came to find the commander. The daughter was the one who saved the life. She must be a doctor. I've always been curious. Why did the commander's daughter have to be the doctor? Why can't other doctors save me? This must
be very troublesome, so I am always very moved. I am touched that my life is good. When I was young, I was really in trouble. I remember I often got sick, every week.
As a result, my father would often come back from the army to take me to the hospital for medical treatment. He would also often remember to stop military vehicles. Sometimes Take a jeep.
When I was in primary school, I was sick once. On the way back, I couldn’t walk and walked very slowly. Later, the teacher told my mother about it and she carried me back
Home, I remember that it was quite big at that time!
My parents have always been very good to me. When I was a child, I was often scolded and sometimes beaten. Alas, when I think about it, the family rules at that time were that there were many nos and no going into the river
, you can’t fight or anything like that, so now you have to abide by everything, and sometimes you violate it, and you feel very happy!
Now that I think about it, when I was in junior high school, high school, or college, I often talked back to my parents and made them angry. Now that I am an adult, I often
still think of it. When I was in college, my father sent me to school. I always insisted on going by myself, but he was always worried and would quarrel again! My father is very capable, but I am very poor, so what I often think about is to do my own thing without the help of my parents. Sometimes I often think, he is a big tree, so I can
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Like trees in the shade, when will they grow up and transcend?
He went to the Party School in Beijing to study, and he did this for half a year or a year. He wrote letters to his mother, and I took the reply and remembered that he always asked us to study hard, as if
we He is always stupid and cannot learn the same thing. Alas, is he very useless in the eyes of his father?
Some time ago, I showed my father "Information Technology Education" where my article was published, but he didn't want to read it. My mother said that he wanted to read it, so he found Laohua
Looking at it through glasses, alas, what I write is about courseware design. How can I make my dad understand this? Anyway, he read a few pages carefully and did not express any opinions. However, he said that publishing articles in national magazines is a good thing and encouraged me to write more. Alas, writing articles is so easy. That’s it! I remember
I remember that my father used to be a reporter, secretary, and could also take photos, so I must have taken a lot of them!
One year I was published in "Liuzhou Daily" and I asked my dad to help me collect a few photos as souvenirs. He was always very calm and said that he was leaving Liuzhou late
The daily newspaper was sold out, but I asked my sister to find one for me, and I still remember it.
Sometimes I often think about when I can surpass my father's ability. How can he be capable, so I always let him look down on me, alas, living in this kind of life
Under the circumstances, sometimes I don’t want to go home
Be capable, be a good person, live a good life, and live a happy life. When you encountered difficulties in the past, you sometimes couldn’t figure it out, but you always think of it. Even if
there are so many things to experience, why can't we live well?
My mother often said that if you were a child, you would have died a long time ago if you had not been rescued by a doctor. Alas, if you died so early, what happiness would there be? So
I just want to have fun, visit various places in China, see things, and walk around. At the same time, I just now remember to work hard and be a useful person. I
His reaction is always slower than others, and it takes him many years to figure out some problems. I often wonder why it takes me a long time to figure out many problems. Sometimes it takes a year or several years!
Anyway, live well. Although you may not have to take responsibility when you go to heaven, there are still too many worries in this world, so you can’t leave.
I can’t bear to leave. Live and face it!
My parents moved me
The bright moon is brighter because of the night sky; the stream is clearer because of the pebbles; the flowers are clearer because of the green grass. And more gorgeous
. Open the window and look at the night sky. The stars are shining brightly, adding gorgeous brilliance to the night. There is still a breath of love on the earth...
The topic of parents is ancient but more eternal, different. People always have different experiences and feelings. From ancient times to the present, many literati have written about the greatness of maternal love and the tenacity of father's love. Like Meng Jiao's "Wandering Son's Song" and Zhu Ziqing's "Back View".
The love I have experienced from my father
The love of my mother has passed by without a trace, and true love is silent. The kindness of my parents inspired the warmth of my soul.
The year I graduated from elementary school, the entire sixth grade had accumulated a strong learning energy. Not to be outdone, I increased my power and started reviewing intensively.
But unfortunately, at this time, I had to prepare for the final exam, plan the program for the "June 1" Children's Day, practice table tennis and participate in the
competition, plus the Tianli School entrance exam , every day I am like a broken machine, working non-stop, without a moment to stop and rest. But in the end, I got good grades in the final exam, stole the show on the stage, became more and more courageous on the table, and was admitted to Tianli School with high scores. What is it? Give me so much strength to overcome all these obstacles, and give me so much courage to overcome all difficulties?
It's love! It was my parents who gave me a steady stream of encouragement, allowing me to stand up in the face of discouragement and regain my confidence many times.
When the school bell rang every day, I rushed to the playground at a very fast speed and started rehearsing each performance. Mom and dad are always smiling.
Looking at my busy figure on the stage, a subtle breath of love shines into my heart like a ray of sunshine; after rehearsal, I grabbed the ping pong board Then
ran to the table tennis table and practiced chipping, spinning, lifting, mixing and various serving and catching methods under the training of Teacher Zhang. Sometimes my parents are watching me
appreciating my football skills. I often can’t help but look at my parents secretly with a look on my face. The intersection of their eyes contains the relationship between parents and children
The encouragement slowly integrated into my body. I was sweating profusely from playing, and the sky was completely dark, so I quickly ran home, and accompanied by my parents, I started another process - solving mathematical problems. Sometimes, we grab a book and read the problem attentively; sometimes, we discuss it with enthusiasm at the dinner table; sometimes, we hold a pen and concentrate on solving the problem on the draft paper... all the difficult problems It was solved in front of our family of three
. Lying in bed at night, I couldn't help but feel some emotions in my heart - the love of parents is like water irrigating our hearts, pure
, holy, without any impurities, but their love is more beautiful than Spring will be even more colorful.
Some people say that love is innate, and family affection is the best model and teacher for us to understand love. No matter how great a person is, he cannot escape the range of love. The reason why human life has no boundaries is because the range of love itself has no boundaries.
If the mother is a stream, maternal love is the spring water flowing in the stream, delicate and gentle.
If the father is a mountain, father's love is the scenery standing on the mountain, broad and profound. ;
I was deeply moved by the love of my parents. Maybe this world is like this, full of touching. Let our emotions settle in our hearts, let our emotions sublime in the precipitation, and let our sublimated emotions color the world!
My happy life
I have a happy and happy family. I have a "good girl" in my family. A "shopaholic" mom and a "handyman" dad. Next, let me do the next introduction
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In our clean home, a "handyman" is indispensable, and he is my dad. Every day when I see something broken or dirty at home, my dad always comes forward.
I remember one time, my desk lamp was broken, and I hurriedly called for my father. After my father looked at me, he immediately brought the tools and started to repair them. , my desk lamp is repaired! I was about to say thank you to my dad, but my dad brought me a rag, wiped the lamp carefully, and then asked me how it was. When I saw it, this was a desk lamp that had been used for many years. It was as good as new.
I happily threw myself into my father's arms and said repeatedly: "Thank you, good dad!" Dad was very happy. laughed.
Looking at the wardrobe full of colorful clothes of all sizes, I remembered the scene of shopping with my "shopaholic" mother. One day at noon, as soon as I finished my lunch, my mother took me to Xidan without saying a word. I asked my mother: "Why are you in such a hurry?" My mother said: "There is a big sale in Xidan today.
" We quickly ran to the third floor and bought 3 pieces of clothes, and then bought a basket of daily necessities. At this time, I was like a deflated rubber ball and insisted on asking my mother to go home. Then my mother went home gloomily.
I am a "good girl" at home. I go home from school every day and check my homework carefully after completing it. I help my parents with housework every day. In fact, this is not my instinct. I am the best at taking care of others. I remember one time when my mother was sick, and my father was on duty, so I decided to take care of my mother. I first made tomato and egg noodles for my mother, and then gently brought it to her. My mother was very touched, and I also Very happy. After my mother finished eating, she stroked my head and said, "You are so good, my daughter has grown up!" I felt very happy at that time. The next day, under my care, my mother's condition improved.
She always praised me as a good boy when meeting everyone, which made me feel a little embarrassed.
This is our family, a happy family. In my drawer, there is a blue handbag. Although its color is very old, but for me
, it is more like a piece of unpolished jasper, simple and thick, and its light and warm luster always bathes my heart.
It was a Sunday. After my sister and I went to learn calligraphy, we took the bus home together. In the bus, we found a seat by the window and sat down, watching
Looking at the slowly moving scenery outside the window, I feel very comfortable. What a wonderful weekend. In such a relaxed mood, unknowingly, we arrived at the stop where we got off. There were many people getting off the bus. I got off the bus along with the crowd of people who got off slowly. Watching the bus slowly drive to the next stop.
So I walked home with my sister. At this time, my sister suddenly looked at me with doubtful eyes and said, "Brother, where is your blue handbag?" I hurriedly looked at my hands, but they were empty. Where is the bag? In desperation, I couldn't help shouting: "Where's my bag? Where's my bag?" It contained my study tools and some change! My sister thought for a while and said, "You didn't leave it in the car, right?" I also recovered from my anxiety and nodded helplessly. But the car had already driven away for a long time. My sister and I murmured: "What can we do? What can we do..."
At this time, a taxi stopped at our The taxi driver who dropped off passengers next to us may have felt strange when he saw our two children rubbing their hands anxiously and talking quietly.
He came over and asked kindly: "Kid, what's wrong?" I looked at the uncle and said helplessly: "My handbag was left on the 207 bus." The uncle was silent. After a while, he said: "Get in the bus, let's chase that bus, maybe we can find it again." So my sister and I followed my uncle into the taxi and got off at 207 Driving in the direction of one stop. At this time, I only had one thought in my mind: Hurry up, hurry up
... My uncle seemed to understand what I was thinking, or maybe he was in a hurry. He increased his speed and flew forward at lightning speed, with the scenery and pedestrians on both sides passing by in a flash.
In my heart, the thought of my bag was like a stone, weighing heavily on me. I no longer had the time to appreciate the scenery on both sides, nor did I have the time to talk to my sister.
Time passed by in such a sense of oppression.
When we turned another intersection, the bus, yes, that bus, finally appeared in front of us, the indicator light was flashing slowly
Lean into the pit. At this time, the stone that had been weighing on my heart was finally let go. When my uncle parked the car in front of the bus, I hurriedly opened the door and rushed onto the bus like flying. At a glance, I saw the blue handbag by the window. It was lying there alone, seemingly waiting for its owner to claim it. I suddenly felt the joy and excitement of seeing it again after a long absence or finding it again. I walked past it in three steps and held it tightly in my hand.
However, at this time, the conductor looked at me very puzzled, so I hurriedly explained: "I left this behind at the station. The taxi in front of me was the one that just brought me here to pick up my bag." "The conductor didn't say anything. She just looked at the taxi parked in front of the bus and nodded with a smile.
I took my handbag, got into the taxi, and said to my uncle: "Uncle, I, my sister and I only have ten yuan a day. I don’t know if that’s enough for your car
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Fee?" My uncle seemed surprised when he heard what I said. He was stunned for a long time and then suddenly laughed: "Haha, I didn't want to charge you any money, right
My uncle sent my sister and I downstairs at home. As if he knew we wanted to say something like thank you, he said to us before he could: "Go home quickly
After a while, He melted into the traffic and could no longer be distinguished. He turned out to be so ordinary, and suddenly there was a trace of sadness in his heart.
A year later, I got a new handbag, but after that blue handbag was retired, I kept it in a drawer and was reluctant to throw it away
, because, inside it, there is still treasured uncle’s warm and kind heart.
A kind of beauty is called giving up time:
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Every time you give up silently, give up a friend you have loved for a long time but have no destiny; give up someone Something that involves investment but yields nothing; giving up a certain spiritual expectation; giving up a certain thought. At this time, a kind of sadness will arise, but this sadness does not prevent us from starting over.
Listen to the music again in a new time and space; tell the story again! Because this is a natural farewell and abandonment, it is full of detached spirit,
Because of the beauty of sadness!
I once had a feeling that I wanted to make it forever. After many years, I found that it had gradually disappeared. Later I realized: What we hold in our hands may not necessarily be what we really have, and what we have may not necessarily be what we really engrave in our hearts! Then I understand that life often requires a pair of tranquil care and conscious surrender!
There are too many beautiful things and wonderful people in the world. We have been struggling to pursue the beauty we do not have. In order to obtain, you are busy
What you really want and want will often be understood only after many fleeting years, and you may even spend your whole life without knowing where it will end! As for the good things we already have, we
are uneasy and worried because of the experience of often gaining and losing them.
The sigh of the setting sun, the worries of flowers blooming and falling, life is inherently unhappy! Because when we have it, we may be losing it, and when we give it up, we may be gaining it again. In fact, we cannot have absolute certainty about everything.
If you are dedicated to chasing and possessing,
it will be difficult to get out of external objects and then out of yourself, and the involuntary sadness and sadness in life will be even heavier!
So life needs to sublimate a quiet and detached spirit. People who understand know how to give up, people who are sincere know how to sacrifice, and happy people know how to transcend! When
a few years later we know that everyone we like is living a good life, we will be even more satisfied! "I did not come to this world because of you
, but I am more attached to this world because of you. If I can be with you, I will walk away silently, but I will still not lose my love for this world. Love
and gratitude - I am grateful to God for allowing me to meet and part with you, to complete a poem created by God! "Life has given us endless sorrow; it has also given us
Our eternal answer. So, An Ran gives up and sticks to detachment!
No matter how our worldly life changes, no matter what our personal choices are, and no matter how important the things in our hands are, we are brave even if we escape, and we are sad but happy!
Giving up is not retreat, it is just making another choice for a new goal. Life is about constant pursuit and constant giving up.
We are yearning for the depths of life as usual, we are giving up gradually as usual, and then becoming firmer!
I will always wake up at night and open up tomorrow without you. -----------How far is eternity?
The sad drizzle gently beats this spring, pattering like a lover's cry, moistening the sky and making it sad. This season's wind, carrying a slight regret, blows through every corner, awakening any seed sleeping in this world.
Unable to withstand the temptation of rain, I walked in the rain, wandering quietly, thinking of the beauty of moistening things silently, which could not hide my heartbeat at this moment.
The winter greetings on the roadside also bloomed early, and the small yellow flowers bloomed happily, you next to me, and I squeezed you, all vying for the love of this spring; clip
p>The flower buds of the bamboo peach swayed gently in the rain, seeming to be shy and avoiding my eyes. There were fragments here and there, as if they were peeking in secretly
, looking at me, a person who doesn’t understand flowers, I remembered a sentence: When the mountain flowers are in full bloom, it’s just like that if she laughs in the bush; on the soft willow branches,
the old leaves have not faded yet, But he was lifted out of the treetops by the new green and returned to his own land. It has always been like this and has never changed.
Looking up, the sky that should have been bright turned out to be so gloomy, reminding me of the long-precipitated death. This is a beautiful season, and I
don’t want my The mood was infected by this beautiful comedy, so all I could do was to bring her the rarest beauty and embellish this blossoming spring day to her heart's content.
Because I want to remember that I have been here this spring without sadness, which is so good.
Suddenly, I stopped there, and the coming and going of brokenness hit me. I was like a small boat, drifting, unable to reach the shore, but still trying my best
Maintain yourself and don't let yourself be knocked down by the wind and waves.
I like to do things casually. I just muddle along in a superficial way. I don’t want to get entangled with anyone or anything. Having a small hobby of my own
is enough. Between greed and ink-scented tea, feasting and feasting are not what I want.
I want to learn to paint, which seems to have been planned for a long time, but it is a bit distant. I always want to do all the things I like while I am alive
over and over again. At least at the moment of leaving, I will not have the slightest regret, because we all know that after doing some things, the result is irreversible
So it is better to let it follow you. Bury it, I still want to learn guitar, I can quietly play my own voice, compose a song for myself, one word, let myself flow happily with the music, accompanied by my sweetheart all the way. .....
In this rainy season, what I feel most is the sadness of separation. Although I don’t spend much time here, I deeply like the people here.
The things here, the flowers and plants here, everything here, I can't let go of that beautiful encounter. If there is a chance in the future, I still want to go back to school
to make up for the youth that has grown old with the wind. I want to penetrate every piece of land here and tell her that I am back.
I always pretend to be ignorant, deceive others, and tell others about my incompetence, as if begging for the slightest mercy.
The funny thing is that I clearly know Understand but don’t take action, and let it all go to waste, go, go, go, this damn youth with nowhere to rest, just go with the years. , I am no longer nostalgic.
You said it would still be sunny, right?
Looking forward to it.
Flowers bloom in July
The days are counted page by page, and the time passes minute by minute. The sun was awakened by the heat of summer. I got up early and crawled on the window sill.
The old things of the past few years were covered up by moss marks and the sound of the wind last night. The light rain that comes and goes wets the wings of the dragonfly, but it never wets the passionate poems. Sitting in the south-facing hut, the wind blows loudly, and the children next door, With a clear and clear child's voice, you knock on a sleeping door.
In the hot summer, I sit in front of the window and watch the sunshine getting closer and closer, and the shadows getting shorter and shorter, maybe shrinking into a point, shrinking into the round red mole in my life,
I can’t even find anything, the shadow is you or I am the shadow, I don’t forget even a moment. Isn't there a flower blooming in your hand? Slowly, it unfolds its beauty like a brocade, and then slowly withers under the scorching sun, letting the flower's swan song face the sea and all around. It is the surging wings, blowing the green branches and leaves that I have been attached to for a lifetime. I warm my journey day by day.
In July, the calendar was ruthlessly opened by the wind. In July, lovesickness is nowhere to be found. Not only that face, but also that person gradually became blurry.
Add a little more water to the cup and put all the books in the drawer, but I can’t put my thoughts in a bag. On some dark nights, my heart floats and disappears
In the extinguished fragment, there is a slow mist hiding, and behind the smile, Luo Jie is singing: Understand that when you come back, the fragrant memory that cannot be confirmed will always be covered with moss
. The fragrant beauty has bloomed in spring, the train is far away, and the summer is long. I have forged a body of iron and bronze. In the days of counting the stars, I pretend to give everything back to yesterday.
I always thought that life would be spent like this. I always thought that there was just a plain singing voice coming out of the white window lattice. Unexpectedly, there will be such a meeting
The clear eyes, the sad words, the dim background, everything is brilliant because of that moment. The seven-color light is projected on the outstretched hand, which is slender and soft. The wind and clouds chattering with the fingertips bloom into azure flowers. Oh, time is waiting for me, waiting for me on a misty rainy day. And I am still wandering and waiting, waiting for you to play the melody of mountains and flowing water in my mind.
Everything you have missed, what you have gained, what you have been waiting for, what you have lost, what is unpleasant, what is unsatisfactory will eventually become nothing at the last moment. July will eventually
leave. My hands are covered in dust. The petals of July fall all over the path, and the rain of July sprays freely. The streets are cold in July.
Walking from one street
The other street is empty. I can't find the mask for demonstration. It is destined to stand upright on your branches in a simple way. Pedestrians go away without applying makeup.
For whom do I stop and make myself nervous when I bloom into another kind of clear soup noodle lotus?
In July, because of your departure, the love of spring was lost for a whole season. When the flowers were blown by the wind, they bloomed. When you left, I found sadness. It starts at sunrise and rests at sunset. When night falls, your shadow follows stubbornly. I can’t find any flame that can lead you away. I can’t find any song that can pull you away.
buried. Hiding deeply, I still can’t escape your confusing eyes. How about we sit quietly, see, reflect, and penetrate the faith of time
Gradually red, that wisp on the horizon Fire clouds——
Thousand-year-old moonlight gradually appeared. In July, they bared their teeth and claws in the calm night. Typing on the keyboard, many words come out in a row, some sentences one after another
Some sentences are like steel needles in the words, piercing into the skin and the internal organs, causing pain all the time. Heart and lungs. It's like some musical notes blooming in the darkness. Sometimes the sound is high and sometimes low. Maybe, following the tunnel of time, I push away the emotional wall and fall into your arms, sleeping all night long.
Would you ever hear the words in my heart, even for the rest of my life?
The face in the mirror in the morning light is dim because of the scorching sunshine in July, the high concentration of ultraviolet rays and the burning body temperature. No, it’s just that there are no lively songs, no exciting words, and no hearty understanding. The flower buds outside the wall renewed the calendar again, and the vivid footsteps of the past were stretched by the corridor of time. The halo of light loomed in the distance, but it was very close to me. Stretching it out, pulling it in, catching your blurry but clear sight. Whose head has the beginning of wind and frost?
The simplicity of frost is like one or two clumps, thin and dense. Even if you pull out the roots, you still can't get rid of the entangled heart.
The leaves fell gently and rustling around me. Some stories go far away, and some stories drift closer. In July in the south of the Yangtze River, there are so many dripping affections
. In the south of the Yangtze River, it is still only summer, the flowers are turned upside down, the roses stretch towards the heart of the earth, the rain grows fiercely, the beauty is just words in the end, the pale back is out of sight, have you ever regretted it? The weather here is hazy. Have you ever climbed over the wall and visited the roses blooming quietly outside the door? The lips that were removed last year were your kisses? The lover I have imagined for many years has been shattered one by one because of you.
In July, you stand in the wind. In the cantabile years, love and flying are another concept. Love needs to be separated to realize that it is an unforgettable thing. However, indifference
is also a state of mind. You look focused, and you never give up. In this unique scene, your bright singing voice blows by, and your flowing music pours out
The emotions accumulated for many years are filled with satisfaction and sweetness through the sound of flowers blooming, on the night of love. , slowly spreading its soft wings. I understand the words by heart
and the lost articles converge into peace of mind.
Flowers bloom gradually. The soul is approaching and the water is clear to the bottom. The real smiles are dense and dense, and the realistic language is layered one after another. Through the jungle of time
, the refined style makes the flames flying forty miles adorned with glass-like necklaces, letting the white butterflies flying in the sky walk hand in hand with the breeze, letting the passion
With words, the most primitive honesty is exposed in the purity of soul. The flowers bloom silently, testifying to their beauty, the July sunshine is scorching, and the holy lotus blooms in the lines of poems.
Looking back brilliantly, the nirvana emerges in the faint pain