Cold night, very quiet, very quiet. You can hear the north wind whistling outside the window and the train whistling. ...
Lying alone in a cold bed, my body curled up, my heart kept beating and tossing and turning, making it difficult to sleep.
I have been trying to hide my thoughts about you, but those thoughts, like a full lotus pond, flow out irreversibly, spread into the rain of thoughts and flow to you in the distance. Your smile and greetings linger in my mind. The poem I wrote with the tears of the stars betrayed my soul and let you have a panoramic view.
Maybe you will laugh at me for being naive, infatuated and even ignorant. I miss you more and more anyway.
Because you are a ray of sunshine in my life, you are the brightest star in my heart. In the world of love, I am a poor woman, and I long for your love. Your broad mind and broad shoulders allow me to enjoy a little of your selfless love. Even if it's only for a few minutes, I hope you can stay with me, think of me and love me. ...
There is no reason to miss you. When I miss you, my heart is like Wang Yang. In the direction of your city, I pray silently, hoping that you can know my deep-rooted acacia, and I hope that I have a pair of wings to fly to you quietly.
Looking at you in front of the window, are you thinking about me or falling asleep sweetly? I want you to know that I miss you, lingering, shallow and layered, really. ...
Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? How painful my heart is when I miss you! Just want to turn into a wisp of breeze, suspended in the air, forever silently floating by your side, accompanying you to spend the days and nights across the ocean. ...
In this way, I miss you and call you every lonely night! I write a chapter for you in words and write down my thoughts about you. I hope to fly to your space with my poems when it snows.
Tears flowed from my heart, my heart beat faster, I was wrapped in a quilt, and I was in tears. I can't wait to fly over the night sky of the city with my heart and my steps and run to you. I want to tell you my thoughts, endless whispers, ten thousand kinds of tender feelings that can't be turned around, a curtain dream, and the lingering fragrance of red candles. ...
On a cold winter night, love is just a gentle and lingering intoxication. My love is as quietly open as epiphyllum, beautiful and desolate. Acacia makes my heart ache a little, but it makes my tears sticky for a few inches. But my heart always runs in your direction. ...
Who am I thinking about tonight?
Tonight, I can't sleep. Tonight, I deliberately won't let myself sleep. Because I am afraid that I can't see your faint dream shadow when I close my eyes, because I am afraid that I can't wait for your warm information when I close my eyes. Who am I thinking about tonight?
Who is still singing wine and asking himself the geometry of life? Who's still in till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon? That night, I agreed not to get drunk, but quietly left the chairman and ran to the stream where I grew up alone, holding a cool stream and soaking my half-drunk heart; Blow a lingering Liang Zhu to wake up my shy moon eyebrow. Let me call you again tonight by the stream on this spring night, and let me miss you again in the moonlight fog on this spring night.
Once upon a time, I wandered in school and couldn't find the road sign lost in the fog of the moon; Once upon a time, she was confused in a few words, and she couldn't move her low-hanging wings. Once upon a time, I was disappointed in my romantic life and couldn't see the sunshine shed in June. After the storm, I laughed and cried all the way; Struggle all the way, drifting; I have succeeded and failed all the way. I didn't know what kind of feeling love and affection are until I met you, and what kind of taste is bittersweet. Knowing you, I know what it is like to miss, what it is like to wait and hope.
Looking up at the full moon I missed, I would like to write my story rain or shine on a green day; I am willing to forget my past in the most beautiful season, whether it is warm in spring or cool in autumn or cold in summer and winter. I am willing to ... Who am I thinking about tonight?
Once upon a time, I just wanted the most humble flower, and I just wanted to sing with you in Linqing spring in the western region of Nanshan, where chrysanthemums were in full bloom everywhere. Once, there were thousands of flowers, and I just wanted the simplest one. I just wanted to walk with you in the light snow floating under the hedge moon. It's a pity that every day I look at it, I see' the water is light and the wind is light, and the duckweed is getting old'. Unfortunately, I daydreamed all night, dreaming that' the moon is cold and the leaves are yellow'. But I still can't forget Zhuang Sheng's dream butterfly, cuckoo's infatuation with tears of blood, and the beauty of sinking fish and closing the moon and feeling ashamed of flowers.
Miss piles up into thick fallen leaves, and sadness gathers into a gurgling stream, picking up a few lost chrysanthemum petals and borrowing a few remaining plums. Tonight, I will no longer wait for that lonely pure land; Tonight, I will no longer look at the starry sky drunk on the moon. Open the spider silk woven network and see how much helplessness and sadness are scattered in the fleeting time; Walk into the dusty space and see how many past events and bitterness float in rainy and sunny days. Oh, I only hear partridges singing everywhere, and I see leaves everywhere in the garden. ...
Your phone call awakened my silence and a dialog box popped up. You are there, and I am here. Look at your emotional character; Listening to your kind greetings; Counting your worries about falling. Crying turned into a cold breeze; Tears condensed into apricot rain and wet clothes. Who knows who I think of tonight?
At this moment,
The wind never asks the fallen leaves to answer,
Why do you pass by, I want to cry;
Rain, never ask the reason of clear autumn,
Why are you passing by? I want to cry.
The answer lies in our silence.