Author: Chonghai
Meet until Cycas bloom.
Let love witness the surprise of the new cover
From then on, I was inseparable.
Tianshida at the beginning of that century
Call for warm reception
The membership card number should be kept.
Heavy thoughts should be abandoned.
Keep up with the ultra-thin trend
Touch the intelligent color screen
Like hugging your slender waist.
Exquisitely made into a coat
Beautiful arrangement of dowry scene
Buy your soul to possess me.
Depending on your sending and receiving paths
Remote control my whereabouts.
Draw sounds and shapes and follow them closely.
The decadent voice of the ends of the earth
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Your cell phone rang and you crossed the river.
Fu boyong
The mobile phone on the desk rang. This is a familiar and unfamiliar number. Familiarity is not forgotten; It's strange to say, but it seems like a lifetime ago. I knew it, it must be you! Maybe in a thousand years, you will call from time to time; Perhaps for thousands of years, I have known the slight tremor of your soul.
We can disperse the stars in the sky, but we can't disperse the clouds in the mountains; We can refuse each other's calls, but we can't refuse each other's hugs. Because I have experienced the storm, because I waited silently in the storm, your phone call came in, just like the calm lake, the breeze blowing gently, causing ripples in my heart.
Why should I lie on the windowsill and watch you leave slowly? Why is my phone no longer open, and you are still in the bustling crowd, asking for my news? Maybe at the moment you picked up the phone, you hesitated. Now that you've gone far, why suddenly turn back? Seeing your number, I am hesitant and indifferent. Why do I miss inner peace?
Didn't we meet to go to an isolated island? An island where no one is disturbed, an island far from the world, an island with nothing but birds and animals. We are carefree and free there, living in this life and the afterlife. Is the Island of Encounters still there? Maybe it is like a cloud, maybe it is running water, maybe it is like a dream. Because we all know that you will be like a newborn phoenix, looking for the phoenix tree where you live; I will be like a rushing river, pursuing my eternal sea.
Perhaps it is heavy because of excessive care, or it may lead to a wordless ending because of excessive care, but once it is experienced, it is a kind of beauty, a kind of maturity and a kind of harvest.
If it is an expectation, if listening is a pleasure, then you can say it. Whether it is like a poem, a dream or a cry, I am listening, remembering in listening, and intoxicated in listening.
The phone rang, and you crossed the river and scratched it in my heart. ...