In each author's own properties, there may be an iron that can produce a magnetic field. Poets with different styles in each dynasty, just like all kinds of fruits in a juicer, can stir up a rich or heavy history by adding some "water".
Words are far away, pens are wooden paddles, and books are riding tools that vary from person to person. Sunny ploughing and rainy reading. Reading is the glasses of the eyes and the microscope. Love is a kiss between the lines when the lips and teeth are not close ... The voice just fell, and thoughtfully, I slowly looked up at myself in the opposite mirror, slightly unfamiliar face and stiff limbs, and then looked down at the familiar words, less shy and covered than when staring.
Today is a drizzling and slightly cold day in early spring. In the afternoon room before the lights are on, in the squatting corner, which raindrop was exiled to the earth and entered four cycles. After four seasons, raindrops finally turned into cold silver needles in winter, and hit the buttons of Doraemon black hole through time and space, blowing through the delicate wind of doors and windows, leaving the soul out of the body.
Drift with the tide in the unknown, floating in mid-air without gravity, reading or unread books, their expressions and bodies, just like looking at their faces and limbs in the mirror, are as thoughtful and stiff as ever. Occasionally, I heard a familiar and favorite song playing in the earphone in the room, which even corresponded to my song. Loosely speaking, closing your eyes is like walking on your back in space, imagining yourself being catered to by small stars and particles. On the bottom or top of the hourglass in the Sahara desert, or a girl who eloped to the moon. Looking through the books at your fingertips and the newsletter, I took a drawer "taxi" and was sent to the mailbox of the Republic of China by the postman of the black hole. From then on, I fell in love with dragons ... In the past, the sun was slow, and the mail was slow. I only loved one person in my life. ........................................................................... turned his head, and a favorite movie "Midnight in Paris" was opening in the starry sky, as if a spaceship had floated me upside down to the drive-in cinema in Los Angeles by attracting stars. In this kind of magic, an American graffiti was shown, which was dropped by astronauts in a tunnel as transparent as liquid crystal. It is only because of its yearning that it is followed up. ...
"At the end of the movie, people gathered at the exit after watching the movie in their cars, ready to go home. This scene looks a little sad, which reminds me that lonely people seem to come here to find their own short secret time. 」
When waiting for someone, the type of books I like to read is miscellaneous notes, essays or poems. It's easy to forget yourself when reading a novel, and it's disappointing to be interrupted when the other person appears. It is better to be a wet blanket, but it is embarrassing to write such emotions on your face. Under such consideration, it doesn't matter if it is interrupted because of short space. Metaphorically, it feels like eating a dish, and it's embarrassing to just think about putting down chopsticks. If you really don't like prose or essays and insist on reading novels, I suggest you choose short stories and make do with them.
These days, people like me often bring poems, short lines of poems. We read and read them again and again, and we are so happy that we forget the time. Poetry has the function of easing emotions, waiting for the other person to appear in ecstasy, and making the waiting time a kind of happiness. It seems that the other party will appear later. If you don't want to concentrate too much on reading, maybe a light photo album or picture album is also very rational. /because as long as there is this item, the time and space of the scene will become miscellaneous.
Matsuura Yataro
There is a sovereign treasure in my mind, and his instantaneous thoughts are always beaten away by his mutual carelessness. This time, fortunately, Xiao desperately read out the "spell" to tighten the headband. The disappearing thoughts are like sand, and they are pieced back to the clouds drop by drop before dissipating.
Because there is yearning first, the follow-up is not far away, and poetry is just right. Xia Zixian, a 500-year-old woman, expressed her heart like a treasure in poetry. ...
"Once, there was a sincere love in front of me, and I didn't cherish it.
When I lost it, I regretted it The most painful thing in the world is this.
If God can give me another chance,
I will say three words to that girl: "I love you"
If you have to put a deadline on this love,
I hope it's ten thousand years! 」
But you can't save her without a hoop, and you can't love her with a hoop.
In short, Sansheng is lucky to meet you, even if it is sad.
You see,
That man is really strange ...