Missing, in the empty valley, who leaves enough for whom? Who is wandering for whom? The wandering notes cannot play a love song, leaving only the longing and longing for each other. In this life, I just want to keep you as if I first met you, and spend my peaceful time quietly. Below is the prose I brought to you to keep your original intention and spend your time quietly. Welcome to read.
Keep your original intention and spend the peaceful time quietly
"Recalling your heart is like the water of the West River, flowing eastward day and night without rest." The world is far away, the green silk is stretched, and the straight road is endless when I miss you. , is a lonely road. Even if the encounter is a parting, we are willing to spend time together with our original intentions and quietly watch the years of peace and tranquility. ---Inscription
Leaning alone in front of the window, the sky is clear and clear. Every day I look up at the sky again and again, there are clouds, sunshine, rain and dew. A few wisps of wind jumped on the branches with a posture like yesterday, and the early morning sunshine lengthened the shadow of the earth, whirling and mottled. The sound of birds came from the sky, like the sound of nature, they were natural drummers and singers. Their figures are light and exquisite, flying among the soft white clouds under the blue sky. They come from the horizon and fly to the horizon.
Perhaps they have already filled this song and these wings with tenderness. Joy, flying, searching. Just to wait for the miracle of love, the sky allows them to find the paradise of love, and the forest has a harbor of their love and a habitat for life. The forest is the harbor of love for birds, and you at the end of the world are also the harbor of my love. You stare at the end of the world, and I look at each other from the end of the world. I just wish I couldn't grow a pair of wings like a bird and fly to where you are.
Lingering thoughts, with a tender pen, cross the flow of love. His eyes stared quietly into the distance, like a clear spring that could not flow all the way thousands of miles away. The breeze blows, and the word love is hard to put down. There is a person living in my heart. Missing you is as far away as the sky and deeper than the sea. I remember you once said, accompany me to see all the surging waves of the sea, see all the vastness of the sea, see all the morning sun and afterglow, and let the sea breeze be filled with the flavor of love.
An inch of lovesickness, a piece of pen and ink. Unfortunately, your smile condenses into the wind and frost of yesterday. From spring to summer, from the morning bell to the evening drum, I stand alone in the wind, letting every inch of my tender heart be wrapped in longing; let every missing inch of myself burn with infatuation. The farthest distance in the world is not life and death, but missing each other through time. Missing you is the wind, the rain, the night, and the cocoon of lovesickness.
Missing is a lonely road; love is as beautiful as flowers, in various shapes and forms. Some of the flowers of love bloom brightly and gracefully, and are long and red; some love blooms are so stingy and short-lived, like epiphyllum, peach blossoms, and intoxicating iris, but after all, they bloom too short, and they bloom when the wind blows. Passed away, leaving only half a wisp of cold fragrance. This cold fragrance is the long and lonely longing.
I think the flower of love should be as holy as the lotus, and can withstand the baptism and test of years of frost like the plum blossom; the fragrance of love, I dote on the kind that is not strong, not too watery, and should be Long lasting, light fragrance. You said that our love is like a beautiful poem, revealing a different kind of fragrance deep in time. It is not so rich that it is vulgar, nor is it so indifferent that it is tasteless.
Who says otherwise? In this picturesque love, we gaze at each other and care about each other. Every time I look back affectionately, I carry this love between the clouds and the water, to the infinity, without seeing poverty or water, only the fragrance of endless love trickling in my ears and vividly in my heart.
"Who puts the ice wheel in the sea and the sky, melancholy and separation?" If this encounter is destined to be a romantic affair, then at the beginning of the encounter, you should contain your heart-beating soul. I won't sink in my longing, and I won't be sad.
When I met you, I don’t know whether it was through a window or a flower; or maybe it was just a period of time apart.
When I meet you, my two souls are destined to face each other lonely in the corners of the world, unable to get close. I met you, but I was not by my side. I met you, tonight and on any night, and the willows are still there. If there is a missed flowering period between you and me, it means that you bloom at the beginning of spring and I bloom at the end of summer. As a result, this long relationship became the moon in the flowers and water in the mirror, and the sadness of the blooming tea flowers.
Purple streets and red dust, the east wind cannot relieve sorrow. From now on, there is only the bond in my heart, the love is endless, and the hatred lasts forever. Missing, in the empty valley bottom, who leaves enough for whom? Who is wandering for whom? The wandering notes cannot play a love song, leaving only the longing and longing for each other. In this life, I just want to keep you as if I first met you, and spend my peaceful time quietly.