Preface: Memory has run aground on the waste of time, forgetting that in the attic of a small town, a black light lit a star. After sunset, against the background of the sky, the Sutra Pavilion in the evening was covered with a veil, which made people very lonely. The crimson sunset glow fell to the world little by little. When the prosperity ended and the movie ended, the sunshine diffused my sky and a bubble was generated. Meeting in the world of mortals is doomed to fall in love with you and me. Listening to a love in silence, the tranquility in amber, the fireworks on earth, and the faint fragrance outside the window of flowers? How much pain does the small stone road contain? How much confusion has been edified in the book city? Regain the time of loving you, go beyond this far-reaching and miss the most beautiful time. You are a poem that I can't finish writing all my life. In heaven, there are human feelings, and the clouds are rolling, which makes me lonely and disappointed. When I see the light years in your eyes, my heartstrings are still there. Waiting in the moonlight, you and me.
Listen to a voice, the quiet night, the nameless sorrow, all the quiet world, leave behind dust thoughts, and miss this late autumn with the snowflakes flapping on the waves. The phoenix tree has become a sea. What is this distance? Love? Family? Friendship? Flowers bloom and fall, while washing and dying.
(1) Writing for you
Twilight neon lights shine on my thin clothes, wandering in the busy world, looking for it, in a word, filled my whole youth.
a person is floating in the ripples of the world of mortals, missing the shore of the lake. Accustomed to the city's colorful lights, I silently like a person looking from afar. The stars in the night sky warm my heart a little, but at that time my heart was cold and my heartbeat had no rhythm. I have begun to forget the feeling of my heart beating like hemp, such a hazy time.
where the lights are dim, it is a lonely rite of passage, with no accompaniment or fragrance. Accompanied only by autumn, autumn's sorrow. The melancholy wanders in this night sky, and the falling rain has come without a trace. I don't need any cover-up. I just keep walking in the rain, and I can't compete with your smile. < P > You are a young boy, stroking the strings and sighing the fragrance before and after the flowers. I still can't help but look at you a few more times. My eyebrows are as light as thick, my lips are slightly raised, and I can't forget it when I glance at you lightly. At that time, I knew that you like ancient rhymes, and you prefer poetic women. Shan Shan came to you with an oil-paper umbrella, with a faint sadness. You said that you would plant a lovesick tear under this rosa multiflora frame to sing a song about wine and cherish what you love in your heart. I lost. I was shattered in Cinderella's crystal dream. I once fell in love with retro and what I liked.
integrating a drop of lovesick tears and the love of the rain, you were young in class, and your smiles were deeply loved in my heart. My love has long been married to a young man, lingering in the dark fragrance, and nothing is better than the curtain rolling the west wind.
I used to hold a pen for you, and I was loved by you. I used to draw an arrow through my heart, and you were the sky I sketched. I once picked the peach blossoms, and you are a scenery that my soul mates with.
Meeting in a small town, love wasted under an oiled paper umbrella
The acquaintance of youth in class, a note of proverbs, only a wedding dress for her
The acquaintance on the basketball court, a world of mortals, how many tears were buried
The love that pedestrians passed through, forgot a flash in the pan, and accompanied the darkness at night
. At that time, night is still young, I felt a flood of pain, and I felt sad, and the lingering fragrance floated in my heart. I'm confused in the rain lane, the rain is gone, and my heart is still there, but it's empty. I can't live with love and can't stand the vicissitudes of life. Once upon a time, we laughed happily, but I cried, but you were at the corner.
(2) If love becomes a ruin
A meadow, a quiet night sky, in which I lie, enjoying the poems brought by nature, looking for distant comfort in the stars, and looking for peace in silence. In this late autumn, I have no joy in autumn, and I have been staring.
how many people didn't learn from their teeth and grew up as toddlers? I fell in love with the splendor of the flower season from an ignorant teenager, and there were many entanglements in my heart during the flower season. Memories came in my eyes step by step.
She was a mirror, showing me all my imperfections, and my regret seemed to be a ridiculous feeling. The tears in her eyes are deeply and shallowly imprinted in my heart.
I thought you were made of water, easily crushed, without temper and anger. Silence or meditation has long been your habit, indifference or enthusiasm you have long forgotten the feeling. What deep tears and beautiful love!
tonight, I will read a pool of ink for you, and write a perfect chapter for the love you met. Your passion or moss, your red makeup or who dyed Tsing Yi, I am your comfort from this star.
The moon is full, Bian Que is singing, the branches are falling, and the water is discrete and unintentional.
I have given him a hazy love all my life, and I have given him two loves in the most beautiful time of my life.
The girl's feelings are gone forever.
Time flies.
The red makeup of the Iraqi people and a touch of rouge
have long been a myth. Mixed with a feeling
I'll accompany you in the most beautiful time
Tonight, in sleepless night is still young, I'll sing poems for you. You know that my love is hidden and your heart is hidden. I hope you will be my most beautiful companion in the future
(3) A glass of wine or coffee
Students, three people's bright moon and a person. When reciting a dream, we share joys and sorrows, and the sea laughs, but the mulberry field remains the same.
I can't stand the waste of time. This kind of love is deep and shallow. It can be an abyss, a shallow sand or a bubble in the sun. The embrace of two people, the joys and sorrows of three people, and the deep affection together lead youth and go on.
can you dream that you can't wake up? Spring has come, but I still wake up. The familiar is strange, and the intimate greetings are looming, and the memory in the palm of my hand is gone. She is silent.
This kind of love is too heavy, too deep and too sad.
In the season when human fireworks are easy to cool down, love also cools down, and the heart also cools down. With the comfort of the wind, Pinellia ternata will eventually end and wither, come and go with every season.
conclusion: the love of life is lost, the time on earth is fleeting, and the years are still with you, accompanying your Shui Mu years, thinking of your fragrance, and sorrowing the true love on earth. For a dream, for a big dream in the south of the Yangtze River, I woke up once for the first time, just to regain heaven. In the world of mortals, watching the clouds roll silently just to look at the deep blue night sky, because your eyes are so deep, because your love is so deep, because your love is so deeply and shallowly broken, and time is worth remembering.
In order to regain heaven, to wake up, to bloom in dreams, and to look into the night sky, open your eyes for the Milky Way.