There is an encounter, not on the road, but in the heart;
There is a feeling that you and I are both in each other's hearts.
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Rainy night, quiet and deep. The patter of rain outside the window is mixed with the chirp of Qiu Chan, which makes the quiet night seem quiet and noisy. This is a night suitable for thinking, missing and letting go of thoughts; Miss, let miss flood. ...
Tonight, with a lonely hand, I picked up a sour one and crushed the miscellaneous things endowed by the world. Clumsy nib walked through a piece of white paper and circled to write, and my acacia became thin.
Your silence on the other end of the phone is like a cup of lonely liquor, rich and mellow. I'm afraid I can't stand the mellow wine, and I'm even more afraid that I'll dream that I'm drunk all my life. Silence is the most affectionate since ancient times, I understand.
A touch of autumn, slightly cool. Leaning alone in the porch window, I let my feelings wander in my heart, and my thoughts toss and turn in my mind, lingering, becoming poems and paintings, scattered one by one, gently … bit by bit …
You said, I am an angel sent to you by heaven, and my shadow is all over your mind. In this life, you will light a lighthouse for me forever. At that moment, all the words seemed so pale and powerless, and all the time stood still at that moment. I was silent until I sobbed.
A gust of autumn wind caressed my cheek through the cracks in the trees, which was warm and moist and scratched my eyes again. As the years passed, the years turned dark, and my heart no longer stirred. But the phrase "all I think about is you, and you occupy my heart" has made me burst into tears, and I am willing to let go of all reserve.
I really want to call you "dear", but I'm afraid this sentence carries too many thoughts and disappointments, and I'm even more afraid that the floodgate of emotion will leak a thousand miles and eventually I will go to the point of no return.
Brew a cup of fragrant tea in your hand, and watch the rising leaves dance in the water. The dense fragrance rises and soon spreads, permeating every corner of the room. Inexplicable melancholy sweeps the whole body, and loneliness surrounds you again.
You said that I was at arm's length and made you sad, but I didn't know that I had been hesitating and didn't dare to face it. Happiness comes so perfectly that I am at a loss.
Some predestinations are destined to be long and short. Come as dew, go as electricity. Do you know that?/You know what? Our personalities are so similar that when we see you, we see another me. How similar our experiences are!
Perhaps, the fleeting time is so shallow that no one can keep it forever; Perhaps, if you taste all kinds of flavors, you won't lose this only life.
However, what kind of feelings can I have to live up to your love for me? What qualifications do you have to accept your sincerity to me?
Autumn is a season of deep affection, as deep as you!
Autumn is a romantic season, as romantic as you!
Autumn waters * * * sky color, sunset in lonely Qi Fei!
Tonight, who allows me to drink this yearning from a distance?
Tonight, who will accompany me to outline and describe your figure in detail?
There is a kind of missing, can read the darkness of night;
There is an encounter, not on the road, but in the heart;
There is a feeling that you and I care about each other.
A lingering rainy night, tenderness. Today, I choose to forget in other people's stories. Tomorrow, who will stand on a sleepless night and write poems for each other?
Never expect how far it will be forever, never ask whether the sea will dry up and rot, and never study where the happiness of the next stop is.
Rain is affectionate, affectionate as a teenager in white in Tang poetry; The night is lingering, like a charming girl holding a clear word …
Tonight, let me miss you again, miss you … miss you …