Early in the morning, a few calls of magpies opened the gauze curtain covered by Xia Guang, and the bright ruddy color was fascinating. I don't feel anything special, but I know that today is Valentine's Day, and the long-forgotten loneliness dances with rose petals on the Internet. Valentine's Day without lovers is more lonely and sad, more locked brows and sighs. People are sad when they are not old, and flowers are fragrant when they are not beautiful. Without feeling, I calmly and indifferently repeated the traces of yesterday. When I opened the prose page, my wife's words came to my eyes. It seems that roses suddenly bloom overnight, each one is intoxicating and fragrant, and each one is gentle and affectionate. I savor the tenderness I stole, and I gently soothe the fragrance of ink, the intoxication of true feelings, and every sadness.
Such a festival is so exciting that I don't want to lift my feet when I jump into the article. The soft words of romantic roses are noisy and the fragrant branches are sad. There are also ardent expectations for tea, and perhaps there are colorful vows of eternal love with long hair, tears of bitter rain and heartbroken whispers. The same touch, the same beauty. At this time, there is a feeling that people can't see any shadow in the flowers, and the garden is full of fragrance and affection. A sense of expectation and retrospect arises spontaneously, knowing that it is only hopeless nostalgia, and then they come out of their dreams and look at the world in an instant. Walking into the south of the Yangtze River where people are infatuated with each other, on the West Lake, the lazy wood pulp of the Green Water Jade Bridge stirs, and the slender fingers push the flowers and vines. Infinitely leisurely cotton, dyed by sunset, leisurely thin shadow hanging on the fence. How many colorful, each piece of fragrance is colorful and colorful, raise your hand to catch the precious curtains. The moon does not move, the stars do not turn, just to look back at the charm of thousands of tenderness, just for the slightly gorgeous red shirt in the gaunt and graceful. Wine is not intoxicating, fragrance is not gathering, and cups make people feel sorry for themselves. The night is not noisy, the lights are not tired, but the desk is sad. A few words are not complete, shallow dreams are self-pity, and it is also a group of noisy. You don't know, people are as old as they were when they were young, but their feelings are light but strong. Love is like a dream, everything is wonderful in front of you, and everything is wonderful, making people drool. This is the segment of Valentine's Day when lovers leave and roses smell sweet.
For such a festival, my numbness is still silence, and listening has become a satisfaction. I like being busy to wash away emotional days, I like drinking to indulge in the color of roses, and I like staring to watch the dance of rose petals. Drunk, only on this day can we show our emotional abundance and make a deep attachment to our long-cherished wish for many years. Such drunkenness is emotional drunkenness, Italian drunkenness and people drunkenness! God is fair, and gives emotion a day, a red day, and a day when it is easy to get drunk. Time passed quietly, and at the moment of raising a glass, there was already a ray of sadness in my eyes. Melancholy is burning cigarettes without words, covering red candles with curtains, walking in the world and floating in dreams. Yin Yan has blossomed, and her face is ugly. Right or wrong is the reason, and feelings are things. Drunk and sad, misty and leisurely, the word is that all the girls are sad, and there were many red banquets in the past, and a few purples swam in pieces. Drunk and informed, love to know the grave, even if doing nothing, laugh for a few autumn. "The vegetation is silent and the wind is blowing; The silence of the water, the sound of the wind. " Besides, who can solve the world of love? The dust settles and grinds from generation to generation.
Valentine's Day is a kind of taste, the taste of missing, the taste of expectation, sweet and sour, dripping and refreshing. At the moment, the emotion is to find out the cowardice and depravity. People can't extricate themselves today, can't see clearly, have no orientation, have no rules and are drunk! Let today be deeply intoxicated, intoxicated in the gentle gap, intoxicated in the lover's eyes. Only this day is a cowardly oath, and only this day is the face of a lover. The fluttering aroma shook off the red color, and the smoke from the kitchen has a strong taste. No commitment, but yesterday, no hand in hand, but in front of you, romantic dreams, hidden. The taste is clear, tears are streaming down her face, the breeze is not in the bright moon, and the sky is full of rosy clouds. It's not that I can't see you holding hands, it's just that the lotus pond is colorful, and it's not that I indulge myself by drinking, but that there is a fence in front of the sage. Stumbling on the reed, a wisp of fragrance is blooming, and cups are flowing backwards, colorless and sweet. Warm snuggling and gentle care, but Qianshan is drunk for you, and there is your figure, your gentleness and your taste in the drunkenness.
Valentine's Day is beautiful, like a landscape. "The sun flickers, the rain clears, and the grass shakes blue." The extreme scenery is leisurely and charming, the soft and exquisite beauty is attractive and charming, and it is quiet and beautiful, lest the red yarn take the color, the green grass is boundless, and although there are no colorful branches, the morning light is intoxicating. In the spring breeze, love is not shown, and dead branches and black magpies fall on the edge of leaves. It seems that the wind blows on the Lijiang River, and the still water can't bear to sleep alone, but there is nothing in the smoke. It is just a green skirt column on the balcony, with long sleeves fluttering with pearl tears and endless eyes looking at Sichuan. The riverside is quiet and attractive, the moonlight is clear, there is no wind and cold outside the window, and the feelings are silent and dissatisfied. A scene, a bunch of roses, a glass of red wine and a candle. An infatuated dream, a feeling of letting life slip away.
Being drunk on Valentine's Day means being drunk on fragrant and elegant attachment.
I was drunk on Valentine's Day, and I was drunk with a strong affection.