? Show your letter, smile and see words like hoo.
? Some words, really can't be said in person. The way to write a paper, no matter how to reply, just look.
? I don't know where to start or what to say. I should say something ugly, like thunder in winter and rain and snow in summer, but I dare to say goodbye to you. I should say something round, as if I didn't say anything in my heart, just missing love. Always have to say something. I'm afraid that if my youth flows away, I'll be in no mood and have no time to express my heart. I'm afraid I'll go all over Qingshiqiao, and you'll come under an oil-paper umbrella and go by an awning boat. That's terrible.
? I can write the sentence "I miss you, but I just miss you" effortlessly. But now I can't, at least I dare not write in this letter. It's not that I don't miss you enough, but I'm afraid I can't write it. I am even more afraid that weak water will replace the sea, and no acacia will send Wushan.
? Once upon a time, I firmly believed that meeting must be poetic and can be used as poetry and music. Worst of all, I had to meet you on a sultry moonlit night. But, until I met you. What books, poems, songs have become deceptive stories, and meeting is as simple and true as that. You are wearing a white skirt and light makeup, talking and laughing with friends there. It sounds like an angel singing, and the nightingale is shy; That smile must be the gentlest touch of spring, and the peach blossoms bowed their heads. Without a sound, you went straight to the softest place in my heart. When you turned to leave, I said slowly, "I don't like to see a gentleman."
Once upon a time, I firmly believed that love must be vigorous and let everyone know. You must make some reckless feats to live up to this love. It's like skipping self-study for a month at night, just to pretend to meet you on your only road. I like to love in the playground, regardless of ridicule and supercilious look. But that's you. I can't and can't. Besides, there is no such reason. If you like it, you must respond? If you like it, you must be arrogant? I never thought I could catch the moon in the water, so I will stand by and watch it.
There are few stars in the moon, and the Ming River is in the sky. The moonlight is beautiful and the clouds are gentle. The moon led me to you that night. You wait outside the door. I remember that without wine, your eyebrows were like wine, which made you drunk. You are delicate and touching in the moonlight, which makes my heart move. It would be nice to enjoy the moon with her. Pardon broke my fantasy.
? Every little thing about you touches me. When you talk to me, when you don't talk to me, I can't hide my inexplicable happiness. Some people are always so different that they can be remembered for many years at a glance.
? "It's really hard to write your name. It's not that the strokes are complicated. It's just that you have to be famous, four points of spring breeze, three points of moonlight, two points of drunkenness and one point of eyebrows. " The tip of a pen strokes a name, just like a fingertip strokes your forehead. With a bang, the brush fell to the ground. What am I afraid of? What am I worried about? This is blasphemy and disrespect for you!
? What kind of person can change color with autumn water? You don't always look cold. It seems that everything has nothing to do with you, and you are more disdainful of fighting. There is a little irony in the coldness, as if it were a human god. Your indifference drives me crazy. In your simple gentleness, I am simple and kind. Luohe is three thousands of feet long, and never shines as a lone star. How can I say I like it? This is destined to be a long road and a dream.
? In the school supermarket the winter before last. I opened the book at the counter and met your eyes inadvertently. You peeked from behind the shelf and shouted "Don xx". You smile at the counter, and I pretend to be calm here. After you left, I told my friend that her eyebrows were beautiful, and I always liked them. I heard your friend complaining, so you should hold back. In case people hate it. I really like your eyebrows. They are self-contained and poetic.
? I miss you like a day lily, but I forget my heart at first sight. I was still addicted to it long after you left. Forgive me for not being able to describe this beauty. As Rilke said, how can I stop my soul from touching your soul? How can I let it go beyond you and reach other places?
? I don't want to impress you with words, because I know that a million words in the world are not worth a sweet word. Even literati like Yuan Zhen, Lu You and Bai Juyi can't hold hands with their loved ones. How dare I have this fantasy? Is Lu You's Hairpin Phoenix not affectionate enough? Is it hypocritical to be a tree in the mountains and write it with branches? Or is the sea too difficult for water, and eternal amber can't impress Yingying? What can I write down?
? I have never been moved by a momentary impulse, except that the sun was so bright that morning that it happened to fall on you. You smiled at me with your head tilted, and the tenderness in your eyes made me crazy. I hope that time will be fixed at this moment, so I will look at you and let the years grow old. Qin Guan must have had such an experience, otherwise how can he write that if he meets one person, he can win over countless people.
? May I join hands with you, listen to the whale's voice in a distant world, feel tender feelings in the sea full of lights, hold an oil-paper umbrella for you in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and light our one in the lights, so as not to get late. Then silly to ask with a smile:
? "Oh, are you here, too?"
Zvetayeva wrote in a poem: "I want to live with you. In a small town, * * * enjoys endless dusk and endless bells ... "
I think so too.