Next stop middle school prose poetry

Meeting you in the vast sea of people may be a gift from heaven.

Just why do you accompany others in the distance on the day when I most want you to appear?

Is the next stop,

Is it happiness?

I thought I had forgotten the past and carefree when I was with you.

Forget your former goodness, even your cheeks. Only when you meet the same scene or meet similar people,

Bits of the past suddenly came to my mind, and I thought of you in the distance. Unconsciously, tears blurred my blurred eyes.

Is there a swan goose to send my regards? Did Xia Feng blow my mind away?

Are you also like me, leaning against the window to send blessings on a moonlit night?

A person stands at the entrance of summer, gently stands on tiptoe and opens his hands.

Embrace the hot world and breathe the warm air.

Look at the flowers and trees beside the path, the shadows are dancing and the butterflies are dancing hand in hand.

Finally disappeared in the distant sky.

I wonder if you are enjoying the beautiful summer scenery alone in the distance like me.

You are so good, you may have someone to accompany you!

I met by chance among thousands of people, and I knew we were just two intersecting straight lines.

In the end, I will walk on different roads and accompany different people.

I know that you will eventually become a blooming summer green in the lonely pen.

Distant or close memories.

The heat of this season,

Whether,

Stage another perfect encounter.

I am at the window of memory, gently cutting out a memory, putting it in my heart and thinking of you gently.

Pin Guan's "I thought" rang again: "You said you didn't want me to know one day,

You are so kind to him; You said you would understand my loss, and tolerance could not get rid of it.

I thought I showed up just in time, and you and he were about to leave. I think ... "

Time is silent, but I miss you. The next stop is happiness!