Flowers wake up in dreams. Jade refers to soft strings and writes books.
I sincerely wish to fly thousands of miles and see the birthday of kitchen smoke again.
Do you remember the old Mocho? Laughter is flying and words are playing in the flowers.
After parting, acacia split in two, fragrant and beautiful.
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A wisp of ink once again opened the door of locked memory, and the long-lost encounter once again sounded the bead curtain of my heart. Outside the window, the sea breeze bursts, and I stand by the window, beside the water, and my heart is rippling. I don't know where to start writing, but there is no story in my life. I'm just moved. Every time in the vast sea of people, I never stopped smiling, quietly leaning on the intersection of time, holding a handful of time in my hand, with a faint fragrance in my heart, embroidered with poetic feelings on the white and simple life background. However, when an affectionate and symmetrical person comes, your heart is broken and the heart of the fence is quietly opened! In the late autumn of that year, when the maple trees were in full bloom, we happened to meet an unruly and domineering person. Since then, we have been disturbing each other, and the curtain between us has been opened. ...
A string of words graceful and restrained tang style Song Yu's tiredness. Poetry and notes are about the grievances of past lives. Pieces of ink, like beautiful rosy clouds, hung in the sky for nine nights. Despite the noise, it's quiet inside. Perhaps, in the eyes of others, we are a natural couple and complement each other. However, we are overbearing like me and stubborn like you. We often argue about a word, a sentence and an opinion. If I don't want to show weakness, I won't give in. If you don't want to give up, you will fight for every inch of land. It can really be said that "it's not that enemies don't get together." In a sleepless quarrel, the louder the feeling, the louder the meaning. You want me to be healthy and happy, and I want you to be happy and safe, and spend dreamy time and happy time in each other's blessings. ......
Looking far away, I miss you and count my painful attachment. It seems that I saw your tearful face three years ago. I used a powerful barrier to collapse instantly, and the heart wall finally turned into a broken wall ... That accident put me between life and death. Although you are in a hurry, it is beyond your power. During that time, in order not to miss any news from me, you stayed in front of the screen day and night, distressed and prayed for me devoutly. It's your amazing move, which refreshed our meeting again and witnessed your sincerity! Further shortening the distance between them. At that moment, I drew my first touch with a lotus heart.
With my recovery, you are like my sister's brother. Although you were hurt a lot inadvertently, you still love me, tolerate me, tolerate me. When I saw you write in your conversation: "Enjoy-endure: uncomfortable. Happy-sad: chilling! " I've been sad for a long time ... I don't know why I made you feel this way. Anyway, I want to say to you here: I'm sorry, brother I didn't mean to hurt you unintentionally before. It is said that meeting is a reunion after a long separation, just like tailoring it for us. We have too many similarities, the same aloof, the same self-confidence, the same disdain ... as if we were bosom friends in a country we had known in previous lives, lingering on the runway of your heart, feeling your sunshine and your kindness. Those bits and pieces, soft, soft, condensed into touching words, dancing the curtain of dreams and dancing the end of time. ......
It took five years to get in touch with love, and we met in a foreign country in late autumn.
If maple trees pass by, will there be smoke and drunkenness?
If the father is spoiled as a brother, the teacher is also a friend.
It's not enough to spoil everything, and the legend has not stopped!
Appreciate your pen and ink, and your writing shows your extraordinary wisdom. Flowing ink and ink pens show the depth of your knowledge. Jizhou is full of talents and talents. You condensed all your deep feelings into words and concentrated every bright color in my heart. You will always be a beautiful scenery on the spiritual landscape. In the love of Qianshan, a ray of tenderness will be transferred to the Millennium Tang Dynasty, and the encounter will be engraved in each other's hearts with ink. Look for your green and tall figure in the poems in the cold shadow of the courtyard, find the Covenant on your sansheng stone, and find your hidden tenderness in the ink. Maple leaves are dyed in Xiangshan, and your other birthday is coming. Don't even talk about flat and even rhyme. Draw a clumsy poem on the screen and send pieces of ice: the sky is hanging, thinking is increasing!
Knowing the old place in the distance, the maple red sky.
The past is like smoke.
Xuan yue guang leng kong xing gua
Jin Shu Qing nuan ge ping Qian
Today sent to last night's thoughts.
The Ming dynasty brought together old ideas.
Birthday, birthday, good luck, increase
Celebrate the New Year and add festive atmosphere.
I have been afraid to open the door of missing, for fear that all the power of camouflage will collapse. There is a tear hidden in my eyes, full of thoughts like rain, and I dare not lower my head for fear that tears will fall. Perhaps, there is a story in everyone's heart, perhaps, every parting is separated by a past, full of affection under the dim light. Write a clear and white word and a day when maple leaves are frosted. I will never forget the dream I once wrote with my true feelings! It is still like the moonlight in front of the window, haunting my regretless attachment. Those beautiful scenery, no matter how time changes, overlapping words into poems and choosing words into sentences, will always stay in my heart.
If time is a song, every note is a swan song without a copy; If time is a poem, every character is a dialogue from the depths of the soul. If time is a picture, every description is a deep attachment to you. I like reading your words in the middle of the night, the eternal love in your words, the loneliness in your words, the persistent tears in your heart, and the sadness in your immature brow. The lingering of every sentence, the tenderness of every sentence, is stirring the soul.
I think time will record the height of the mountains along our way. In fact, the most beautiful thing is not the rainy day, but the eaves that escape the rain together. As long as we have cried, laughed and loved, then we have no regrets about life! There are too many bits and pieces with you, and I always downplay them. I am afraid that there is not enough space, so I have to hang what I want to say in the clouds, stranded the sails of my thoughts in the seasonal wind, and interpret them into tiny thoughts in the flowing water of time. At this moment, I have folded an ordinary piece of paper into thousands of lovesickness, condensed it into thousands of blessings at the end of my pen, and gave it to the world for continuous concern. Write down my thoughts in Sanjiang characters, recite my tenderness in Wuyue poems, write down my blessings in writing, and write a poem about Nian Nujiao. ...
Niannujiao
I look at the fence and have a lot of thoughts. Congratulations on your birthday.
Maple leaves dyed the sky red and brilliant, wishing the smog healthy.
Jade is fragrant, flat peaches offer longevity, and Xixia ink inkstone.
Beautiful scenery, accompanied by relatives and friends.
Think of the encounter in those days, a war of words, a sigh of victory or defeat.
Look at the present, be affectionate, and look at the Milky Way.
If you want to find Kunpeng, you can fly a thousand miles. When will you see me?
Drunk caress, mountains and rivers are warm.
In fact, from the beginning of the story, we know the ending. When we first met, we positioned ourselves for each other. For five years, we have adhered to our moral bottom line, you! Rational, sincere, excellent, wise, responsible, considerate and very responsible. You never ask me to do anything, never embarrass me, and always think of me. You should be considered the best man. At this moment, even if I make paper out of blue sky, I can't write down my gratitude and thanks to you! Again: Don't thank you for your kindness!
The world is beautiful because of fate, life is gorgeous because of fate, and life has no regrets because of fate! Who silently shed tears in the cold wind and felt dejected for the distant Hongyan; Who is it, walking quietly in the rain, crushing feelings for the worries of those years; Who stares hard at the other side of the sea, and is heartbroken for looking back for that thousand years. Why pledge vows of eternal love; Why tang style Song Yun; Why is it wonderful and beautiful? Qian Shan is full of water and the shutter is far away. Through the spirit of the wind, I am tasting your kindness and purity in the deep autumn. In the country of words, I wake up the glass with ink and play a birthday song for you. In the courtyard covered with maple leaves, I invite the city's wheatgrass to ring the bell for your happy birthday. No matter how deep the world of mortals is, no matter how far away from the mountain, I just want to witness the sunrise and sunset every day with you. I just want to wait for the flowers to bloom and fall in every season with you until the end of time. ......