Sparse and simple, cold, moving shadows and tears.
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[westward, the extension of the heart]
"When Jiangnan meets spring, it will be born with spring." Brother, remember to leave me a touch of spring. When we get together, can I take this opportunity to pick the moon and grind it and enjoy the most wonderful poems? Flowers like water, misty celadon, graceful.
The curtain of the dream is always there, and tears are dancing. Hey, brother, I clearly remember that the direction of the west has always had my hope. That green grassland has entrusted me with countless dreams. If you are well, it will be sunny. Brother, the grassland is the end of my life. You must wait for me, and we will watch the sunrise and dusk together, ok? Count the flowers, make wine and write poems, and greet dawn after dawn, ok? The rings depend on each other, the heart is connected, and the years are quiet. With our love, drown the silence of qingqing grasslands, dance wildly on the dew at the grass tip, wake up the evening mist with the silence of highland barley wine, and continue to write the story of you and me together, OK? The ending of the story revolves around the water in the south of the Yangtze River, built on the mountain, graceful, swaying gently, gentle, intoxicated, and never giving up. Finally, you left a perfect stroke, okay?
Brother, your fingertips are dancing and the years are as warm as water. Can your distant footsteps stay for me? Westward, the extension of the heart. Will you wait for me on the green grassland? Then, let's connect our fingers and look for our lost hum in the world of mortals, shall we? Brother, will the wind on the plateau wet your heart? Blow away your wavering mood? If it's okay. Then, I'll write you a letter in the snowy area and tell you about our past lives, okay? Brother, in fact, I am not a smoky woman, nor a charming beauty, nor a green rose with an oil-paper umbrella in a rainy lane in the south of the Yangtze River. Leaning on a pen as a staff, wandering around the water town in the south of the Yangtze River and on the bluestone bridge, a touch of sadness, a bending center, a drop of tears, a ray of sad ink, a pool of acacia and a lonely song are all mine. If you can understand my whisper, let's find a quiet corner, carve time into eternal, frowning years, sing with love, and appease the broken and incomplete years with poetic artistic conception, shall we? In the pure and elegant future, let's make our story in full bloom with the help of the warmth of spring, with the attitude of a lotus flower, shall we?
Brother, you smile gently. Just like there are ten suns in my world. Warm, soft, quiet, safe and soothing, celadon is quiet, the mist is sweet and the aroma is overflowing, which makes you intoxicated and wakes up every blood vessel in this city. Play the piano transparently and complain about lovesickness. Thin, in the missing west, where the heart belongs, shall we cross each other's world together? A boat carrying the depths of love sailed lightly to our day like a song. Go back to the primitive men's farming and women's weaving, listen to the passage of time and your heart beating in our arms until the eternal past! Brother, that's it. There is only you in my world, and there is only me in your world. Would you? Do you feel lonely and tired?
Brother, we agreed to go together in this life, right? At that time, if you are tired, I will help you relieve fatigue. If you are hungry, shall I help you cook? If your hair is white, shall I dye it for you? If I am too old to walk, will you help me?
Westward, the extension of the heart. Brother, do you remember? We have known each other for a year and a month. There are too many memories and dribs and drabs every month of the year. There are touching, beautiful and endless words. Your words and deeds are engraved in my heart. Ying Ying is fragrant and stands in every segment of life. Your smile and back, like clouds on the green grassland, penetrate my heart and infect my whole world. I am like a bird without soul. I can't find the distance between us and the pain behind your shallow smile.
I know. I don't know you very well I don't know you. Am I a traveler in your world? The sweetness after drunkenness is still shining. It has drunk my heart, my eyes, my world and my soul. Your depressed words in the palm of your hand, like peerless youth, like the poison of peach blossoms, have festered a large part of my world.
Dude, you know what? Westward is an extension of my heart.
Brother, at dusk, the smoke from kitchen chimneys is curling up on the green grassland. Do you have your expectation and retention? Is the sake I haven't drunk so far still sour and sweet when we first met? Won't the night within reach end because I didn't come? Is the border town of poetry and sword in Didi Whisper really a gift from God? It is a good year to dress simply. After Qian Fan, will you take rain as tea and pour me a cup of sweet love? Heaven or earth, are you still my hope? Is it extreme to be together?
Westward, the extension of the heart. Brother, the dust of the years changes with butterflies, the blue yarn is more celadon, and my heart is like mist. I miss you when I start writing. Brother, I know, you will wait for me in qingqing grasslands, riding and shooting arrows, staring at your brow and dreaming, right? Waiting to stand on the same word with me and write a gorgeous chapter that belongs only to the two of us, right?
[invisible existence]
Knowing you doesn't seem to be the arrangement of heaven, nor is it the most beautiful meeting. Everything is done in a simple and clear way. Invisible and intangible, a kind of nonchalant existence.
Yes, there is an invisible existence between us.
You are in a city that I can't reach. And I am also in a city far away from him. Look at him and think about him. I am standing in this strange and familiar city, mixing the smell of rain and writing poems for you, writing down the taste of acquaintance, acquaintance and love. Tossing and turning, cherry blossoms falling, and the tinkling of Dianchi Lake water left the most failed stroke in my words! But I always believe that you are still my dream worth pursuing!
You are an invisible existence in my life!
The city where you live, when I went to a city a long time ago, I stopped because I was passing by. I have always felt that this city is so cold and desolate, without too many colors and too much rendering. The only thing is that there is a layer of cleanliness in silence. The sad mood bumped into such a city, and I felt my heart was gone. Fall into a kind of depravity that cannot be extricated. I can't find anything about the nature of life. Therefore, the fear in the desolation haunts my mind from beginning to end.
After knowing you, I once again learned about the city and the land where you live. I have looked for relevant information and asked relevant friends, not for anything else, but for a deeper understanding of the magic of this city and his little bit. There may be curiosity, desire, restless feeling, and more invisible existence. Invisible, there are warmth, missing, moving, grateful, and many vague plots. ...
In fact, we are the same as many post-80 s. Meet each other in the network, feel each other's existence, feel each other's heart, and seek an insurmountable ferry. But never met.
We put all our feelings on words, so we all sing with words. * * * telling our whispers. Split the muddy world, we use the purity of words to appease our broken hearts in reality. Sometimes, we talk all night, discuss poetry, talk about life, think about the future, and feel vicissitudes and life. Invisible existence, we have built a space that belongs to each other in the invisible network. In reality, there is always an invisible heart.
In the twilight, time passes slowly, tossing and turning, and this existence has always been there. Deeply rooted in my heart, it seems that it only takes a light rain to take root and sprout. With luck, it may blossom and bear fruit. Even if it dries up, it will melt together and be moved by the ripples in We Meet. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? . Even if tomorrow is the end of the world, you will always exist and hide in my heart.
Invisible existence, perhaps the most beautiful, is the most worth cherishing. Because that sincerity and sincerity are immeasurable. No interest, no noise of reality.
You often send QQ messages in the middle of the night: "Girl, I miss you."
And I, always in a daze for a long time, at a loss. The heart is pounding in the invisible existence!
I don't know the thickness and temperature of this yearning. I don't know if I can bear this miss. I'm afraid it's too heavy and will crush me. I am afraid that I will lose this simple existence if I am not careful.
But I'm used to this existence, this distant involvement. I fell in love with this feeling. Can't leave and give up. Invisible existence, there are too many unspeakable tenderness.
So you often say, "My heart, when I am drunk, I talk a lot. But I am really waiting for you on the green grassland. "
Yes, you often drink. When you are drunk, you talk a lot, but when you wake up, you don't remember anything. So you promised to write poems and lyrics for me, but all of them fell through because of drunkenness. The language is vague.
You often tell me what you are thinking, about someone, or some stories, or a poem. Life is an unbreakable friendship. You said, "My heart, I find that you are a gentle and virtuous girl. I am very happy when chatting with me. There is not much pressure. "
You will also send a message in the middle of the night, saying, "My heart, come to my qingqing grasslands, where the sky is blue and people are passionate. And I watch dusk and sunrise with you. Take you riding and archery, see what highland barley looks like, and see the snow-capped mountains outside qingqing grasslands. We held lanterns together and wrote poems, listening to the sound of melting snow. "
I said, "Brother, like we are now, it's good. We are all at peace."
Dude, I'm not a good woman. Nor is it a graceful beauty in the depths of Jiangnan water Mae. I am a person who is entangled and ambiguous in the face of traditional ideas and reality, and a stubborn and silly slovenly woman. Poetic elegance, elegant atmosphere of peony and delicate fragrance of chrysanthemum all belong to me. What belongs to me is only the corner where I was born, a humble hill. And that ramshackle thatched cottage. Because of my heart, it has always warmed me and cared for me.
Brother, maybe you can't understand the attribute and structure between us. However, many things simply exist and cannot be ignored. Even if the relationship between patterns has not been better answered so far. But I believe that simple years will definitely take us all away. Take it to our respective places, right?
Brother, maybe you don't understand my world. Just as I still can't understand the wilderness of qingqing grasslands and the secret in your heart. Just like I can't dress myself up. So I will toss it several times a day, buy a lot of cosmetics of various brands, toss it back and forth repeatedly, and finally make myself physically and mentally exhausted. But I am still me, I have not been reborn, I have not awakened and changed. Still lying in my world. I am too lazy to take care of my long hair. In a rage, I cut it into the shortest short hair. For example, I often wear the pink skirt my mother gave me 10 years ago. It is ancient, long-standing, vicissitudes, tattered ... and suddenly finds itself unable to break through the break between time and life and change its shape. I can't surpass myself.
Brother, don't feel guilty, don't be wrong. There is no right or wrong between loving and being loved. In the final analysis, it is only because we are not strong enough and firm enough. Perhaps more is not tolerant and understanding.
Brother, can this invisible existence swim through my body and feelings? Can the soul find the ferry at dawn at the end of dusk? Invisible existence, dear, how would you choose to end it?
After many years, what will this invisible existence sustain life? Honey, can you walk away and pretend you never existed? Maybe you will find the real way home in another existence.
Dear, I will record this invisible existence in the form of email. Redeem yourself with a perfect ending, so as to continue to survive.
Invisible existence. Dear, let's continue our journey with the sweetness of dreams, shall we?
[Leaning on Autumn Lan]
Green posture swaying, drizzling, walking in the rain, listening to the sound of curtains dripping, watching the fallen flowers rush to the agreement with the soil with plain Tsing Yi. Brother, watching the autumn rain, my heart is like mist, misty celadon. Next season, will we have a slight ripple among the ripples splashed in Yuhua District? Brother, if possible, shall we sit in a rain flower and watch the idle clouds together?
Brother, my city is about to enter autumn, not far from winter, and spring seems to be in the foreseeable future. After years of broken strings, low-brow roller blinds and catkins, will you come as promised? Will you continue to write your vows on the green grassland with faint green poems?
Drunk in the flute, the plum blossom butterfly falls, the plain sound stays sad, and the face is broken.
Rely on autumn haze, intoxicated, this situation can be treated, when can it be repaired?
The mirror is full of flowers and moonshine, and the fleeting time is melodious and pale. Brother, is our story as thin as many sad stories?
Brother, in fact, I like to keep a certain space with time and my true self, and forget many things with some delusions. Or go to a deserted place and die quietly. Even if I rot in the wilderness without smoke, I believe in myself and the world. This is the truth I want, and it is a real footprint. Maybe we don't know what will happen when a pile of blood and water melts into dust and eventually penetrates into the earth's crust, but the soul will eventually belong. As you said, "My heart, I'm so happy to indulge in your words." At that moment, I believed that I was the happiest person in this country.
Brother, while I like this city, it also has many stories. The ending of the story and the story are not important, because it has passed. Some people and stories, once passed, can never go back. When you say goodbye, you will never meet again. Those autumn tides can wash away the tears left in the corner of my eyes and only cut my heart to drink alone.
Dude, actually, I didn't want to separate human nature from emotion. Because I don't know how to choose. He is also a man who cries out on the edge of life and reality. He is also a sentimental, rational and impulsive fool.
Brother, about me and this city, it is actually pale and powerless. I still yearn for qingqing grasslands. Standing on the grassland, watching the scenery, flying kites, reciting your poems and kissing your forehead ... there is no way not to write about such scenery. I store it in my heart and bury it in my bone marrow. Because I can't bear to let it live on the street, and the reality is tit for tat! Finally lying dead in the wilderness!
Dude, actually, I have a lot to say, and I don't know where to start. If I really come to your qingqing grasslands, can we have a heart-to-heart talk? At that time, I must lean on your shoulder, hold your hand, put my face on your face, and face the moon and stars together until dawn, okay?
Brother, the true and false society has cooled my heart. I can't tell good from bad, and I can't tell which is the real me today or tomorrow. I can't estimate that my tomorrow belongs to you. What will happen in the next second? Maybe none of us can prove it. But how I wish you were by my side at this moment, stroking my head with your gentle big hand and whispering in my ear: "My heart, I will always be by your side."
See through the prosperity and disputes in the world and taste where you will go, brother. My heart is very painful, very painful, very cold and sour ... I really don't know how to pay homage to my life and soul, let alone how to piece together those lost minutes. Ilyushin, I am in pain. It's like crossing the gap between life and death, lingering, unable to find a trace of comfort that can penetrate life. Leaving me alone, sitting in the night, singing ancient melodious songs, I am secretly sad!
Dude, actually, I want to go back to the town where I belong. Although it is barren and desolate, backward and simple, it is still warm, clean and quiet ... she nourishes me. In this life, she knows me best, understands me best, and accepts me whenever and wherever. No matter how the years change and how I change, she is waiting for me, always guarding my position.
Brother, I hope my words can make a sound, penetrate every cell of real life, bear the weight of life and inherit the melodious and broken feelings.
Brother, I can't surpass myself, so sing the lyrics. Let everything bloom in our hearts like lotus flowers. Because at this moment, we belong to one, a complete inner expression.
Brother, I want to build a world for you with my words. Give each other a second chance. And then rely on Qiu Lan to redesign our life, okay?
Dude, I'm tired and don't want to argue anymore. I just want to watch you quietly all the time, think of you, bless you and be by your side silently. ...