The sound of horses and chariots outside the window broke the quiet night. Your smile is light and elegant, elegant and carefree, like a dream! I stepped on the folds of years, holding the love of my life in my hand, and searched all over Guanshan and Wan Li just to meet you! With the agreement of past lives, this life will be accompanied. Thousands of poems, two lines of tears, endless care and attachment! On the banks of Sanshengshi River, the six divisions in the wheel of karma are waiting hard. I lingered on the ferry crossing for a thousand years, only to open a vast area for you, on the Taohuawu beside fenglingdu, where flowers fall with people, and spring comes back with tears. With incense in hand, Yaner's white sleeves in hand, dancing, * * * went to Wushan Tianya to find a dream.
Missing essay 2 You left that day and were already sitting in the car. I send a message to ask you. I said that TV plays are not always like this. I know you left, I sent you a message, and you read my message.
Those short messages are all my carefully mended thoughts, and I can't bear to part with every word.
When you look at my greetings and the scenery outside the window, you suddenly feel sad. You lie on the car seat with your mouth covered, sobbing and your eyes hazy.
I also said that you are so gentle and lovely.
Just cooperate with me and say, well, I'm sobbing and reading your message.
The day you left was sunny, the air was fine and soft, and spring and warmth came, but you left anyway.
I walk in the spring, thinking that in this spring, this city has no you, and this spring seems to be a kind of sadness.
I keep hearing the music called Looking Back in my head.
You left, you really left, got on that car, threw off your black hair and went to Nanjing in the spring breeze.
Will you accidentally get on the wrong bus? In retrospect, we have separated time and space.
Although at the beginning of the farewell, we seemed to play a comedy farewell,
But when I sent you back, after you really left,
Really as sad as that old song.
I'm actually very sad, you know?
I dare not tell you.
It was the sixth day of the first month, and you got on the bus to Nanjing, and everything was going away, opening our time and space.
Let that comedy be a blessing to each other, bless each other and face tomorrow happily.
After arriving in Xinpu, I also sent you a photo of Xinpu, which is a happy photo of the pedestrian street.
The bustling crowd on the pedestrian street is so red with bright red decorations next to it. ,
I said Lianyungang is actually a good city, but you said yes.
You said you would come back to work here next year and the year after. I said I found you so nice.
Perhaps these farewells are only temporary, and the farewell that needs to be turned back will send you back.
I miss you.
Missing passage 3 is missing.
No tears, only heartache. There is no rain this season, only the cold wind tears the broken leaves across the cheeks. The autumn harvest season comes so suddenly. Overnight, a lot of mood is messed up. Your busy figure finally falls and disappears between the countryside and the courtyard. Wheat, potatoes, cattle, and those chickens, they all forgot you, forgot.
Yes, now you can only lie on the heatable adobe sleeping platform and let the autumn wind hit the windowsill, and let loneliness, loneliness and desolation torment you. God let you grow old, God let you lie here for the last journey of your life, and God let you live like a year!
Miss.
I am your dearest child! I heard a cry thousands of miles away. I heard your wailing for the first time in my adult life. Crying like a knife, stirring in my heart. My soul trembled and I stayed up all night. This wandering day makes my mind bleed!
You are crying. Yes, this cold autumn, this season when you can't see the sunshine and blue sky, this day when you can't see the children and this terrible night when you can't hear their voices! How can you not cry?
Miss. But as heavy as iron. As noble as blood.
The childhood bathed by your kind eyes and the years mended by your warm hands are all telling your past. Now, I can only be far away, where I can't see you, and I'm afraid to make a cup of miss, miss.
Miss composition 4 1, miss that class of students
When I reported to school today, I realized that I don't have to teach the graduating class so hard this year, so I'll teach the second grade Chinese. Although I'm glad I don't have to take those naughty children, I don't know why I feel a little uncomfortable.
Reminded of a sentence: "If Mr. Chi doesn't teach us, I will cry ..." That sensible and clever boy, with a lovely face and handsome eyes, writes better than me. Will he cry if he really doesn't teach them?
I remember writing in my diary with crooked handwriting: "I like Mr. Chi best, and I hope she will always teach us until we graduate from primary school ..." When he first entered our class, he sat alone in front, and no one wanted to talk to him. Maybe he will come to my second-grade office, because I know that this boy is really excellent except for his basic skills.
I remember once I joked with them that you guys, if you are not good, I won't teach you. Shen Cuiting blinked and almost didn't shed tears ... Every time I read Shen Cuiting's article in composition class, her sweet smile made my voice clearer. This time, will she come to me because she can't see me on the day of registration?
Think of Kuen Yeung's dirty clothes forever, think of Yang Jianfei's sparkling eyes when he praised me, think of Zhu Jue's vivid expression when he played games, think of Cai Xinlong's smiling face, and think of Benlei Zhu saying to me, I hope the teacher smiles, because the smiling teacher is beautiful. ...
Thinking of those children, I feel a little distressed, just like Teacher Yu Yi said, just like hens love chickens. ...
If they didn't see me on the day of registration, would they be a little lost, sad and reluctant like me?
Have a nice trip, children. I hope the sky where you grew up will always be blue. I hope the teacher who will teach you in the future will love you as much as I do.
2. When I miss you
I miss you like a child and don't know what to do. Sometimes I think about writing letters, write down a few lines and tear them up until the wastebasket is full of half a letter; Sometimes I want to make a phone call, dial the number and hang up when I hear the beep; Sometimes I want to sing, but I can't remember the lyrics after humming a few words; Sometimes I think nothing, but I keep flashing your smile. ...
When I miss you, I feel like a madman. Fear and timidity overcame missing. Remind yourself once every time you think about it, and your reason is always on alert; Every time I pick up the phone, I can't wait to open it. After a few looks, I turned off my phone. Every time I do nothing in front of the computer, I begin to let my depression occupy me. I'd rather be trapped in the game than escape from my sober moment. ...
When I miss you, like an old man, I always start to remember and imagine. Recall every meeting in the past, your eyes and smile; Imagine every hypothesis and then fight against yourself; The memory of the past days seems to be blank; Imagine your departure, my escape is another endless yearning. ...
Miss you, is a kind of punishment, let the heart kneel in the sun exposure.
Missing you is a kind of stealing, putting happiness that does not belong to you in your bag.
I think you are sweet, and the spilled honey is still sweet with dust.
Miss you, is a bitter, watching autumn leaves dance.
When I miss you, I want to cry ...
Essays on Missing Prose 5. Silent smell, blowing away the yearning.
Sometimes love is not silence, but silence itself; Sometimes love is not the night, but the night itself; Sometimes love is not you, but you. This is about the taste of life. When we think of ourselves instead of ourselves; When we think that you and I are actually one person; When we thought you and I were not together. This is the taste of real energy. Sometimes you think for the sake of not thinking, just like the shadow on the wall will never turn white because of the white of the wall. There is only one taste, but the taste buds have deceived us for too long; There is only one taste, but we also need to be deceived, and we need to deceive our taste buds.
Night rain by the lake
I know the loneliness of all the scenery in front of me. Trembling unknown branches shook the raindrops on my body, and then I only heard the sound of raindrops hitting my forehead hard, as painful as loneliness. Why should I go to this lake this night? Suddenly, there was no sound.
The lake is beating, being pounded by messy raindrops one after another. There seems to be another rhythm in the chaos, which makes me stop. I am the only one, and I can't guess the call at this rhythm. Gently strewn at random, as if hanging curtains swaying in the rain. That every noise, like the impact again and again, lingers in my mind for a long time.
I shouldn't wander and get lost on the edge of the lake. What is the source of this shallow lake? I looked up at the sky, and the night was still hazy, with no starlight and moonlight. On this night, it belongs to a person's loneliness and melancholy. That's who I am.
Now, I'm leaving. Maybe I won't come to this lake again. However, you have left. Yesterday, or one day last week, I can't remember. I once said I wouldn't look for it. Because once the dream is lost, it may be a nightmare to get it back. You once said with a smile, I am your nightmare. Now that I think about it, it's wrong. Because my nightmare is loneliness, and you are just one of the reasons. So, after you left, I was my nightmare.
At night, in the rain, in the dream, a glass of wine, forget everything, remember everything. Only loneliness is constant.
The sun in winter
I can't remember when it's winter. It's just that this sudden emotion disturbed my thoughts, disturbed my heart and made it ripple.
On this day last year, I woke up early as usual, and then a shadow from the balcony was projected on my skirt. I slowly raised my head, and my life trembled in the background of backlight.
It was a pale pink life, and the soft light hung on the branches of another plant like tearful eyes, which was so touching. There may be no wind in the distance, so I can't tell whether she is moving, her shadow is moving or my heart is moving. In short, I moved silently, and my nose was getting closer and closer to the source of the fragrance. The fragrance grew stronger and weaker, and finally disappeared when I got too close. I gradually feel a sense of terror!
One night last year, I first approached her. I have forgotten the feeling at that time-a strange feeling, so strange that it hurts a lot when I recall it. But after all, I was so close to her that this memory was so close later.
You know, closeness is a human instinct, love! But when you approach infinity, love disappears. I don't know why. Someone told me that when you are integrated with her, your love is her love, so my love will burn again. I tried, tried for a long time, and gave up.
I feel as if I were near this flower this winter. I will never be a flower, and I will never love her. I feel a strange terror in my heart.
Sit quietly by the swimming pool
My shadow sank quietly to the bottom of the water.
I found this small pool again, and my heart was no longer excited. Once may be doomed to be far away. It's just that I'm still waiting by the past, cold. I got drunk in the middle of the lake.
The sunset climbed to the top of the mountain? What is struggling and sinking is just a desert of feelings. The sunset climbed to the top of the mountain and projected warm and harmonious light on me and the middle of the lake. My restless heart is rolling. One foot makes the quiet lake rippling, golden and beautiful, just like you in the old days.
After a while, my shadow quietly sank to the bottom of the water.
I was thinking. That year, you were on the other side of the pool, behind me, watching the waves in the Woods. I looked for it, but I didn't see anything. I crouched down and put my hand into the lake until my whole palm sank into the pool. That's the indifference you left me. I know your blushing cheeks, in the shadow of the sunset, are reading the true beating of my heart.
But that pool, no matter how enthusiastic you are, I forgot it, even I forgot it first.
Since then, I have been looking for it. I finally found a singing bird. How I wish the information you gave me was tied to the bird's feet. But you just turned your love for me into a euphemistic song. When can I find someone who really loves me? When can I find someone who really loves you?
My shadow sinks quietly at the bottom of the water, sinking in deep water!
A bright moon outside the window
The night is faint, hitting the window, clearly like the light of a shadow play. I'm under this lamp, playing an unknown story with her.
I met her last year, based on an unexpected online chat, but I gradually got to know her and became familiar with her. I don't like to participate in some boring chats on the Internet, but when I met her, nothing changed, everything changed. I began to learn to immerse myself, learn to wait for her, and be online. She said that she likes moonlight and finds herself in the moon. I once asked her why you like to find yourself on the moon. I said half jokingly, you are not Chang 'e, why do you always like Leng Yue? She told me that the moon seems to be her heart, not cold, but wants to be clean, clear and thorough.
I don't understand why there are so many things she wants in the moonlight. In my opinion, it is just a stone to show off in the light of others. Until one day, she disappeared into my world.
First I waited, and then I became manic. At that time, I seemed to be hollowed out, but in fact, she left and went to a place I never knew.
I packed my bags and went from one place to another, under every mountain, at every clear night. Maybe I was tired, too tired to dream, too tired to lose my guidance until I woke up the next day, and my tears were wet.
At the desk under the window, you looked at me with a smile, and I looked at you calmly, sinking into another lucid dream. All this is solidified, but a photo, you know I fell in love with the bright moon outside the window.