Flowers fall silently, lonely and speechless, missing in the clouds. Looking back, the Iraqis were quiet and graceful, and how many nights were hazy and their dreams were broken. The fallen leaves are floating with the wind, and it is a few degrees cold. Looking at the south of the Yangtze River, there is drizzle. At the bridge that year, Ruyan Liu was fine, you were shy and intoxicated, and your eyes were warm. Ten thousand, heroes fight swords, and beauties are happy. Who can enjoy it? With thousands of books's poems and bosom friends as companions, they will care for their faces all their lives and be willing to give up the world.
Time flies euphemistically, I am drunk, the pipa flicks and the strings are lingering. Changting went out of the courtyard and pointed to the scenery. It is lonely and beautiful, spotless.
Being with you is an unexpected encounter. When I was at a loss, I accidentally saw your staggered shadow on the road of time. I glanced at it gently, just like the moonlight kissing the earth, intersecting on my heart, and my heart had friendship from then on. At first, it was not for love, but a fate of knowing each other and liking each other. However, fate is always arranged by time disorder, and the heart close to it doesn't know when it is alienated. Family has become a story buried in the wind. Strangeness is that kind of deep and distant distance. Sorrow hollowed out the hand of the sad executioner. How can it not hurt?
Desire is a landscape that is added in vain. Shake it, it's all over Qian Shan. I don't want to, I don't want to, just because I don't care about each other anymore. If I can't see it, it is a line at the end of the world, thin, slight and fluttering. The silk thread of love is suddenly blown off by the wind, and there is no longer any attachment, no longer listening to that false lie, which runs counter to it. No questions, no snooping, no words. Maybe we are just passers-by, but we also have a short stay. Looking back again, the years are gone, and the sorrow is full of eyes, so that the fault turns into clouds and disappears on the other side.
In life, there are too many barriers that you and I can't control. Where did the tender feelings of the past fall with the wind? What kind of adventure is it? Let two people long for romance and dare not promise again. In my heart, you are a flower, a flower that only blooms in spring, subtle and gentle. Even if I hold your body tightly, I can't bring your tenderness into summer. I can't see the brilliant moment of summer flowers. You are a flower that only blooms in spring, which confuses me. Watching you fall in my arms, tears dancing, feelings dancing. You are happy when you are open, and you are happy when you are withered. Just because I am the most beautiful love song in your heart, you are also the most beautiful legend in my heart.
The world of mortals struggles, watching your back stumble away, but can't give you an uncertain promise. I just don't know if my soul is meeting you and turning into a bundle in loneliness. When we meet, there is no reincarnation. If the last life is doomed, and this life is intertwined, and finally, it becomes two parallel lines, then we would rather have no intersection in the last life. This life, the afterlife, are still two parallel lines, never meet, the heart will not break into glass, there is no pain and loneliness.
Countless times, staring at the deep night sky, I asked the round of Leng Yue overhead, why did it disturb my thoughts? The moon is silent. Two hearts should not collide, but only fall into a ruthless whirlpool, which hurts the desolation after being restored. Stumbling lonely shadow, seeing a bleak, I want to stay for a long time, staying at the time of meeting. If you only look at life, why draw a fan in the autumn wind? If we don't meet, we won't plant deep affection in our hearts and wait for you. Just meaningless fruit. The promise is true only at that time, and time makes the promise a lie. Loneliness is still a person's shadow. Deleting memories is a beautiful thing, at least ruthless hypocrisy will not appear in my dreams again.
My heart trembled in the cold wind, and music flowed into my ears like running water, which made me feel at ease, like a child who got a candy after crying. Love is quiet, like a sleeping star at night, and the night is quiet. I saw the wind staring at my windowsill. Yes, it is waiting for me, and my heart is as quiet as a dream, depressed. The lost shadow erodes the lonely soul. In the night, no matter who shakes off the sorrow into blood and tears, it is not so important.
In such a quiet night, in the wordless world, the ink is still wet, and there are still bursts of feelings. At this moment, my eyes are dim and boundless. Is a looming distance, one after another confused. Bored and melancholy thoughts, rhyming poems, articles and songs are all wandering endlessly. Agreement, agreement, is always that round, hanging on the willow tree in the dream, sad, dull, full of long memories. Occasionally, in the face of lonely nights, use the leisurely modality of words to carve your most beautiful face. If a woman's appearance comes from sleep, then your beauty in my heart is maintained by me with all my feelings.
I only hope that in the depths of the long years, through the gap of time, you will occasionally appreciate the clouds flying overhead, which is a matcha fragrance that I dance for you. All the beautiful scenery is hidden in my red notes and green ink, and the rhyme is as soft as water, far away and near, so you are still in my heart. Near, not far away, my heart is pacing slowly in the long night. Once and now, both quietly fall in the middle of the poem, and beauty is in my heart. Even if I have been entangled in it for three thousand years, I will say goodbye. You are still the deepest gaze in my heart.
Prose for Healing Love: Will our love have a future?
When I like you, you like me, but I'm not with you because I don't know feelings when I meet you.
When we finally know each other's thoughts, I still can't be with you, because there was another person around me at that time.
When I shed tears for love, you still like me as always, but I never dare to love anyone with my heart again.
Dear, this is the beginning and the end of our love, but what will be the end of our love? Are you ready?
When I met you, we were still ignorant. At that time, campus love may not be called love. It's just a simple affection for you, a simple love. Never thought about the future, never thought about confession. I just thought it was a wonderful thing to like you.
Finally, in the graduation season, Xia Feng, who was hot in those days, blew away the sadness of parting, and his eyes still shed tears unwillingly, perhaps because he was about to leave the campus where he had lived for a long time, perhaps because he could not bear to part with those who had experienced youth together, or perhaps because he might never see you again. But we all promised each other that we would do better in the future.
Later, I learned from you that you always liked me. You said you liked it before, now and in the future, as always, but there was another person around me at that time. I think that our love for each other may only exist in the past, and you and I still missed the best love season that belongs to us.
Later, I broke up with my ex-boyfriend. His infidelity and cold violence made me feel bad. I'm tired of love, tired of love, tired of entanglement. I finally chose to let go. Only after falling in love did I find that love is sometimes really beautiful, but sometimes it hurts people invisibly. Once hurt, it hurts deeply.
When I stopped believing in love, you suddenly approached me and said that you would protect me from being hurt all my life. However, I am the one who was broken by love and drained tears. Your sudden approach will only make me more afraid of being hurt again.
Therefore, the closer you are, the farther I am; The more you want to protect me, the more I disguise myself as stronger; The more you chase me, the more I want to escape from reality. I used to think that maybe this is our destiny. We didn't tell each other when we liked each other, and we can't be together again.
You are kind to me, but I ignore you. My friends around me finally can't see the past: maybe you can still try, but you can't lose the courage to love because you fell and got hurt on the road of love. Besides, you used to like each other, but you didn't have time to be together. Give him a chance, give yourself a chance, give love a chance. ?
Yes, me? Finally? Moved by your persistence and hard work, I promise to be with you.
However, dear, I'm sorry to tell you that at that time, I didn't think about our future.
But, dear, I want to tell you seriously now: my choice at that time was so correct.
Dear, maybe you remember, maybe you don't remember, but the warmth and touch you gave me are still warm in my heart.
I vaguely remember that at the beginning, we were in a different place, perhaps because we had been hurt by feelings, so I felt particularly insecure. You know that I am an insecure girl, so for me, you intentionally or unintentionally refused all the girls around you to talk to me, just to give me a warm dependence and hug. I know I am not the best, but you said that in your eyes, I am everything to you.
I still remember that on my 24th birthday, you found friends from 24 different cities, and everyone sent me birthday wishes. I will always remember clearly that day when you told me that maybe you couldn't give me the whole world, but if I wanted to, your whole world would be me.
Later, we experienced the warmth and dispute of love together. Occasionally I will be proud, I will lose my temper for no reason, and then I will be expressionless and silent, but you still spoil me as always. You always play my big hero in my world.
Honey, it's not. I didn't think we'd be apart. It's not that I never thought our love would die. Maybe it's because of the pain I've suffered, maybe I've heard too much love, or I've seen too much separation. I have never had confidence in our relationship and never dared to look forward to our future.
However, you know me, you know me, and you have proved everything with your own actions and defended our love. When I am happy, you giggle with me; When I am sad, you give me warm support; You encourage me when I am discouraged; When I need company, you can always put everything down and stand by me, which gives me the courage to continue. With you around, I never have to worry about the world falling down, because you support my world.
Honey, you know what? Because of you, I began to believe in love; Because of love, I have always believed in you; Knowing that we all really love each other, I firmly believe that our future will always be beautiful.
Later, our love finally stopped waiting and finally had a future. We went from the youth when we first met, to the obstacles of separation and entanglement, and then to your care for me. Now we are married and have children, and live a warm and practical life. Dear, thank you for your constant company. The love letters you wrote to me, the love songs you sang, the movies you watched with me, and the scenery you showed me are the best memories left by the years and the best marks of our love.
You once said that I was your warm little luck. And I also want to tell you that you have always been my omnipotent hero.
Yes, we all look alike. Fortunately, time has brought you to my side again. Fortunately, we are no longer apart, and finally we can be together because of love.