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Short article describing emotions Part 1: Holding a ray of lovesickness, carrying a dream in the night
I like the vacancy of the night, and even more like the loneliness covered by the night, here You can think about anything in loneliness, like loving and being loved, being obsessed with being obsessed, just like the spring breeze blowing in, and the pleasant spring light blowing away the darkness floating around you, with the exuberance of spring, lurking in lovesickness. In the flower bush, enjoy a cluster of flowers blooming and watch the branches swaying and sprouting stamens. It's like I have a kind of longing, entwined with dreams, arranged in lovesickness.
No matter how painful it is, you are always in my thoughts, just like your beautiful flowers blooming and your fragrance entering my heart, just like your shallow smile imprinting on my eyebrows. Freehand writing in my heart is like squeezing out a wisp of lovesickness and planting it in your heart. That thought, that sorrow, seems to permeate my heart, like a lovesickness and love wandering with you at night.
It’s like wandering with you in the night, knowing each other and promising you, just like turning into lovesick butterflies in the dream of mortal world, dancing in pairs, graceful and charming. Your gentleness and your reserve make me linger. Let your sparse shadow cross the window sill of my dream, just like flying inkstones, lingering in your heart.
Dipping in ink brings me sorrow, putting pen to paper makes me hurt. You are the poem on my white rice paper and the shadow of my dream at night. How much sadness is sung, how much melancholy is sung, a curtain of residual dreams has turned into a harp. I play for you at night, and you seem to be writing for me about the beautiful sorrow, as if we are together in a dream, never leaving.
Due to my own reasons, I have you in my loneliness, just like you are in my eyes, realizing the perfect consciousness with my love. In the lonely fog, you are the only one for me. It's like I see you in a lovesick dream.
At night, every thought and thought is like breaking into petals, thinking of you in a rose-colored dream. I really want to carry your name and express it in the dream of blooming flowers. I really want to put you in the beautiful flower bones, smell your flower fragrance, and miss you so refreshingly.
The fragrance of your flowers fills the house, and your beauty is charming. You are the place where my dreams live and the cradle of happiness for my love. It’s so nice to have you tonight! It’s so beautiful to have you here tonight.
Just like searching for your beautiful place to perch in the bushes at night. You are like a small flower in the dreams of others, and like a flash of the setting sun in my residual dream, scattered into a few pieces of lovesickness, looking for a corner of lovesickness in the night of dreams. You are my most beautiful flower, a bouquet, just like growing on my branches and swaying in my dreams, so beautiful and plain, exuding a charming fragrance. I feel as if I am being held captive by you every time, with your painful lovesickness permeating my loving bones.
Sometimes I blur my vision, just like pampering you, so unyielding. You are my dream, you are the tears flowing from the corners of my eyes. Without you, I am like a cold stone, ice-cold to the bone and chilling to the end. Every time at this time, I really want to hold you in my hands and hold you in my arms, as if I am willing to hear a little sound, as if I want to hear your breathing and pulse, as if I am alone in a gentle dream. Through inspiration, you will The person I am looking for is the soulmate in my dream.
Just like you are always there in my eyes, so engraved in my heart, so firm and permanent. You are my lonely destination and my dream of love. Your beauty seems to appear in front of me. I seem to see the bouquet of hope swaying on the branches of my dream. I still seem to find you in a forgotten corner, a kind of sad and beautiful beauty, gathered in my arms.
You are like my image, whether bright or dark, sad or happy, but I will never leave you. That silent understanding that is better than the sound is the renewal I give you. No matter you accidentally enter my pupils, you are the remaining frost and snow on the plum branches, the dewdrops swaying on the treetops, or the icy water droplets, you are my lovesickness and my lovesickness in my dreams.
You have motherly love, you are as delicate and gentle as a baby, you nestle in my arms obediently, you are my dream, my beauty and loneliness.
Short article describing emotions Part 2: The lonely man has gone away, but the shadow remains.
The unfinished love remains in the world and is difficult to disperse. The love that has not faded, the attachment to the mortal world is difficult to turn yellow. That affectionate smile and the chirping of birds rippling in the breeze. Why is the wind blowing suddenly near and far away, and the swaying void is whimpering alone? The sky is suddenly bright and dark, and the rolling gray clouds are sighing. The photos that are sometimes thin and thick are still locked in the dusty years in the corner of the table!
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There is a small river that stretches across both sides of the countryside, whispering ancient songs. Sometimes it is accompanied by birds singing, sometimes there are insects nestling in it, and sometimes white clouds comb its hair in its eyes. Sometimes the raindrops cry in the arms of the river. No matter how many years pass, it is still a beautiful river. Its name is very simple, so simple that it is called Quxi, and everyone here calls it that. It probably means crooked water, what an ordinary name? The river is not uncomfortable, it is so gentle that it breathes the green of spring, thinks about the gold of summer, caresses the brown of autumn, and protects the white of winter.
Quxi cannot forget the passage of time, and the years have made it fall in love with it all the year round; people sometimes forget it, and it cannot forget the rushing crowds. At which time did someone lead a cow and passed by here, and at which time did someone pass by? A girl was kissed by a boy...
Quxi, my love is deeply hidden. It has been more than ten years, and it is still tight-lipped! What a wonderful Quxi. Today, I stood quietly by the meandering stream, the gentle waves caressing my heart, and the ripples of light brought back memories of the past. The words of the past make me linger in them and find it difficult to extricate myself. What a delicate love, like a dewdrop on the tip of the moon, hanging but never falling. Looking up at the sky, the moon is also there now, the shadow of dewdrops is gone, and love is like a yellowed photo that is dusty at the bottom of the box.
There is a small boat in the winding stream, which is the boat of transition, the selfless river, and the silent boat. Sitting alone in the boat, tapping the skin of the boat, asking it, are you willing to go! Take me to the other side to smell the flowers, the golden color of the chrysanthemums, the purple robes of the narcissus, and the unknown stars. The curves of the flowers are undulating in my eyes. , what an evocative place. Without these beautiful flowers, even the fragrance of green grass would be better than nothing. Boat, please go! My heart is shouting in the wind of longing. The boat squirmed, and the oars couldn't stir up even a splash of water. The boat couldn't be lifted up, why? I held the wooden handle in my hand, and suddenly it felt heavy, but it didn't move after all.
? Don’t leave! The other side is your sad place, why should you go? The boat seems to be talking.
I was speechless, turned into a puppet, and stood still with my soul removed. The boat also stood idle. The shadow of the boat is like a sculpted Chinese painting. The wind moved and the water moved, but the ship still couldn't muster the courage to move forward. The heart is timid, the scenery is blurred, and the love is lingering. If you can't go back to the past, why bother to explore the past love? Go back! Tears are beginning to appear in the eyes, it is the wind that caused the trouble. Finally going back! The oars rippled with microwaves, and there was a hint of fishy wind, and my consciousness became blurred.
It seems that I have returned to ten years ago. I am still standing in the boat, and the winding river is carrying me slowly and slowly away from the place I love. But my heart was left behind! It was resting in the mountains behind, kissing love! After the passionate kiss, my heart turned back and boarded the ship step by step. The water waves carry the boat, chanting the song of farewell: the wind is cold, blowing the clouds of farewell all over the sky, and twisting the clouds into a handkerchief, it cannot wipe away the tears in your eyes. The boat is slow, carrying a river of stars, and the stars are carved into eyes, and you can't see through my heart. The willow branches are caressing the river. The water is your love, and the water is my shadow. When people leave, the river will be filled with shadows.
Farewell, my girl. Please slow down your footsteps. The bottomless clear river blows the shengxiao of farewell, how can the waves retain it? The boat holds up the damp scenery in the sunset, and the feet are cramped for a day. In front is the road of return, and behind is the beautiful shadow of farewell.
Stay! My angel? The girl who once loved me. How can your tears wet me, just like the sudden rain on a banana leaf, behind it is me who is escaping. The steps that have made up the mind to leave, without ever looking back, the blue sky quietly confides: Your eyes are saddened by yesterday's scenery, and today's mood is also dark. Dropping tears, why aren't you strong? In the gentle eyes, you are all elves. Falling on the top of the grass is the dust of the day and night, the cool dust. Tears are destined to fall, because you can't keep my footsteps.
I want to look back so much. Looking back is your tender eyes, how many times I was drunk with happiness in the soft waves; it is your rising and falling chest, how many times my soul was in the elastic story. Wandering; it is your dream of kissing lips, how many times it has been instantly cast into eternity in the slimy lingering love. The footsteps hesitated, and the green grass and water splashed beside it, chattering about the unchanging spring dream: look back! The passionate years are surging with happiness, why should I leave?
Tenderness is like a vine entangled in the footsteps, If you can't lift it, you can only put it down. If you don't move your feet, the scenery will be frozen. Why should we be greedy for the road of mortal world, with the fragrance of flowers behind us and busyness in front of us! My brain is confused, what should I do? Who should I ask? Look straight up, that is, the still blue sky is slowly weaving clouds, Waiting for the weather to be sunny but to meet again in the rain. Looking down at the bottom of the boat, the turquoise water is like a passionate dream, and I can't help but encourage me to look back. Looking back, your face is the bright red of a rose in the sunset, shining with alluring light. I can't avoid that light.
Brother! Can you not leave? There is also a lovely grass pond in my house, and there are songs you like. ?You are calling, your voice is as graceful as a tit in the forest, and your voice is heart-stopping. Your tears hang on both sides of the red and white peach blossoms. The red ones are your friendship, and the white ones are your sadness. Your lips and teeth are the bridge of love, starting up, beating warmly and swaying.
? Go back! I have to leave! Please forgive me for my mistake...? It's my fault how I say what's in my heart. I can't hold you in my arms. I can't. With young buds, the heart is like a prisoner's sickle cutting through the grassland, destroying every detail. Every drop of fresh juice is the blood of emotion. It cannot cover the impulse of the moment. How can it not be a mistake?
? It's not your fault, brother, you are my first love, I love you! As long as you don't leave! The song of love comes from your red lips, turns into a colorful butterfly, falls lightly, and whispers on my shoulder. The mountains are silent, the sunset is deserted, and the sound of sandbirds is gone. I can't help but look back.
? First love, girl! Why aren’t you my first love? The tide of my heart is hard to calm down, like the river under the boat, a poem beaten by the rapids.
I stepped out of the boat, dropped the bow of the boat that was swinging from side to side, and let the boat scream out in a hurry to make bigger splashes. I still ignored you, escaped from the confinement of the river, and held you in my arms with excitement. You buried your head on my chest and checked each other's heartbeats. My heart beats, my breath is sweet and greedy. Your body fragrance is light, and the romance of roses lingers on the bridge of my nose. On your shy cheeks, the red color of boiling cuckoo dances in the center of my pupils. Your petite lips are filled with honey like a spring tide. The gentleness that should be annoying, slapped my chest, and it was critical in an instant. This tenderness is obsession, it is stubborn love, it is the dream of a girl who has just begun to fall in love. My heart is completely convinced, won't you leave? The words in my heart brew up tender poetry, which is a sad sorrow. Our love is like the clouds in the sky, the white purity on a sunny day, the gray sigh on a cloudy day, or the rainbow bridge after the rain. For a moment of intoxication, dreams and wakefulness are both hazy. No matter whether the sunset falls or not. The touching souls and the matching of the lip prints are like marshmallows in a spider web, like glue and knees, inseparable. Time stands still, the clouds are silent, and the river flows quietly, telling other waves what it sees, laughing and talking. Emotion is supreme in all things, and everyone wants to fulfill this tender love.
The wind is blowing, the clouds are blowing, and the scenery is unique here. We blended into the environment and stood in a beautiful scenery. On the green grass bank of the river, the water rushed on the boat, and the fine hair lingered on the boy's face. The boy's face was soft in the girl's warmth. One second passes, one minute passes, and one moment passes. Time forgets the environment, and it should be forgotten. However, a flame was lit on the hungry pot table, the smoke from the cooking stove on the other side rose in the air, and shouts came from the lonely other side, awakening me from my sweet dreams like flowers shattered in the shower.
A crow crows in the distance, an old bird returning to its nest. It's dark, how can we continue to be together? It's time to leave, I can't do this! You surround me tightly with your tenderness like water. I used my perseverance to refuse cruelly. You and I are not on the same page, but you are a student? An innocent student. When you are in love for the first time, you will definitely forget the moment of infatuation in the flow of time. I am still a wind that comes and goes freely, smearing the white clouds in the sky. What can I give you in the future? Can I be attached to you? No.
I insist on leaving, I am the ruthless wind. If you insist on leaving, you are a cloud hurt by the wind. I insisted on leaving, leaving a heart-wrenching scenery in the sky.
I want to leave. You faced him in shock, with confusion in your eyes. Why are you leaving? Don’t you like me? Pulling my sleeve, your lingering hand bites mine tightly. It doesn't hurt, but it's extremely distressing. Not being able to face your eyes is a fire-breathing emotion. Although this place is filled with water, the fire of love cannot be extinguished by water. You need to calm down, impulsiveness is the devil! I am ten years older than you, a full ten years, do you know? You are the younger sister and I am the uncle. My words are like a wounding knife, piercing deeply into your chest, but your tender heart is still fluttering! Feathers are broken into pieces on the river surface, floating in the chatter of small fishes. Your desperate eyes are like ice and snow, freezing every cell in your body. The tears can't stand the squeeze and can't help but fall down one after another. You stagger away!
Farewell, first love!
I waved my sleeves and boarded the boat gracefully. The waves finally started to move. I could never look back. Facing your footsteps? It was not only my eyes that were hurt, but also my heart.
Getting off the boat, I am on this side of the shore, you are on the other side of the shore, and the water is in the middle. A shallow bay of water separates the love water and creates a gorgeous green line. Although the line is narrow, it seems that one step can jump across it. Such clear and shallow water has opened up the dust on both sides, blocking the road for you and me.
Turn around and get off the boat. You and I face each other! Face to face with your tearful eyes, I was speechless for a long time. You know, I broke your heart, please accept my apology. But, how heavy is the weight of your apology? It's just like a lonely bird thousands of miles away. My heart really hurts, and my tears keep falling with yours. My shadow is desolate in the grass tip, and your shadow is also desolate in the grass tip on the other side. Tears blurred each other's shadows. In the confusion, you curled up and flew into a cloud, painting a shadow for me with your tenderness. I can't seem to find myself, but your tenderness is in my eyes. I quietly fly into a butterfly and float towards the horizon. How can these be combined into a poem? Just a poem that is truthful and sad!
Wiping away my tears, I left decisively! I left your lonely shadow behind. The sunset couldn't help but fall, and what awaited her was a long period of lovesickness. Maybe it should be like this. I can't have your feelings, I can't give you any promises, and I can only draw the sunset curtain. I pretend I can't see you, I can't hear you, I can't feel you. These deadly feelings still beat wildly in my heart like a deer, rush through my blood like a waterfall, bother my scalp like a reptile, and cut my soul like a sickle. They all shouted in unison: Can you forget her? Can you? First love!
No! No! So what if I can’t? Do you know what the ten-year difference is? What is it? It’s from the Hebend side. Grass and dandelions on the other side of the river bend. Can't cross! Stubborn, so stubborn, I drifted further and further away until I was submerged in the dusk.
Brother! Wait! Don’t leave!
A familiar shadow appeared in the passing water of the bay. It was you. You came on a small boat, like a poem. Coming, it is clear and blurry. It seems that you can see the formation of lotus leaves splitting open on the bow of the boat, and the shadow of the boat is rippling as the water slides away. The lotus leaves that had no time to dodge fell down in the water one after another, one after another, and fell into the water where they grew.
Many lotus flowers are too late to bloom in June, so they can only bloom in the clear water, with some pink elves floating on the water. The bow of the boat opens up water patterns and continues to move forward. The waves are no longer the tender charm, but the culprit and the enemy that destroys the scenery. The boat has more courage to move forward, full of emotions. It seems that you can hear the sound of the boat flying out of the river. It is the wind tinkering with the bottom of the boat. An arrow is coming. Your boat has docked. Your footsteps splash on the green grass on the shore, rushing left and right.
Brother! Wait, don’t leave!
Happiness is beckoning! But my stubbornness disagrees: There is a ten-year age difference, you are not happy, and she is still a child! reject. For a twenty-five-year-old boy to have such determination, I admire myself! As I walked, I suddenly lay down in a hollow in the soil, hiding among the grass, and let the anxious calls fly around. The sounds in the evening wind are quieter and quieter, the sound tears the grass clothes, and is lost in the story of the summer night; the sound is like a lost child beating the willow branches, telling the pain of being confused; the sound flies to the sky, surrounding the bright light. The white moon envelops it to vent its confusion. I didn't show up again. I felt sour like jealousy and burst into tears. Looking at the lonely shadow, I bit my lips and leaned against the grass. Farewell! My beloved girl! You are still young, you belong to your age, and I belong to my world. You opened up the passionate years, and I must seal my feelings. Can you imagine that the smoke in the countryside is so lagging, how can the stories in the smoke and dust accommodate us? Goodbye! My dear girl, in your years, you have that thatched cottage with cattails and insects chirping, but I alone cannot Come closer!
Goodbye, girl!
I silently receive and delete the sounds in my ears. Just tonight, you and I are strangers! The grass is almost invisible, the water is even more confused, and the vast boat is sad in your call. Dedicated love is not wrong, the fault lies in rejection! I will continue to make mistakes!
Girl! Go home!
A call in the distance interrupted your call, that was you Dad's shouting came from the mist and disappeared in the mist. At that moment, I can no longer hear your voice! I don’t know how many days and nights, the flower of tears will bloom in front of your window, and it will not thank you for a long time! Pull it out! May my love turn into a solitary bird and go away, leaving its shadow behind. Be with you for a while.
Short article describing emotions Part 3: I will give you my longing for you
At night, I chant a piece of music to see each other, dance a piece of music and don’t forget each other, and I will be with you. Amidst the blooming flowers, I am with you in the twilight of love, counting the past in this mortal world. The lingering thoughts are like a curtain of graceful dreams of love, precipitating the thin thoughts. If you are right in front of me, meet me by chance, and give me your most beautiful thoughts, your reserve will make me remember it so hard, and your beauty will make me unforgettable. Just like your beauty is in the valley of my heart, painted in my love. That kind of piano and bosom friend play lightly in the bamboo curtain dream of lovesickness, expressing feelings.
A series of dreams of lovesickness, a moonlit night when I am drunk and unable to sleep, the wind lifts the curtains and wakes me up, the love pen soothes my face, my hair is beautiful, and I play the shengxiao. It's like being penetrated in a dream, but also like being stranded in love. Guarding is your amazing move, falling in love is your lingering dream. Just like your love, driving in the dream of lovesickness, driving your slender jade fingers to indulge in the Qiaobu Nebula in the vast sky of love. I am like opening the window of the wise man's heart and accepting you into my arms. It's as if the beautiful night light is in your hands, and you create the most beautiful moments in beauty. Just like you pick up the flowers with your hands, passing on the fragrance and beauty in your sleep. Your gentle whispers are like the fragrance of mint, fresh and moist in my dream of mountain streams. The gurgling flowing beauty is like the love hanging on the silver waterfall, pouring and circulating in the dream of love.
Bits and pieces of sleep talking, the intoxication of a graceful bosom friend, a person should be intoxicated by one person at least in his life, just like the sleep talking embedded in the pupils, it is difficult to grab it. I don’t want any results, as long as I have a dream. Because having you is like having everything about love. I don’t ask for anything to be born in the same year and the same day, but I want Hua Fa to swear that I will die in the same year and the same month.
Meeting you at night is my blessing. Because of you, I am happy. Just like the lingering love in the rainy night, meeting in the rain alley in Jiangnan, and meeting in the dream of the world of mortals. Your appearance walking in the rain alley is so beautiful. It’s like I laid the foreshadowing of love for you in that rainy dream, just like that. Like the graceful raindrops infecting my rain dream, I seem to see a picture of love in the rain alley. The freehand brushwork is so lifelike and beautiful in the bottom of my heart.
You and I are like butterflies that have met for thousands of years, turning into butterflies and dancing butterflies. We stay together forever in the dream of love, never leave, and write beautiful words in the dream of love in the world. Teleport. It was you who gave me lovesickness dreams, and you gave me out-of-control fantasies and dreams. It's so good to have you, just like you playing for me in the dream of the mortal world, just like you leaning against the window and singing the long blue silk, let my tree of life, in the deepest part of your mortal world, suddenly bloom, let the thoughts Thoughts are rippling in the heart lake, holding hands and looking at each other in the dream of mortal world, scattering a piece of pearls of love, clanking in the dream of lovesickness.
It’s like wandering in the night world with you, the dream of lovesickness. Write a song about meeting each other and think about the lingering love. The warmth of passing each other, the persistence in lovesickness dreams, it is you who wrote the most beautiful love story for me, it is you who gave me the opportunity to miss you and love you, your innocent infatuation, my heart-wrenching Love is written in beautiful love.
It is the warmth of your love that warms my heart, and it is you who give me the thoughts and thoughts of love.
One look back is doomed to a lifetime of entanglement. Do you know that the Brahma Seal is engraved with your love story, and my Sansheng Stone is engraved with your beautiful love story. Just like love is speechless, the fragrance lingers at the end of the relationship, the bodhi flower blooms in the depths, and the falling flowers are in the air, and the love follows. A flower represents a world, and a leaf represents a Bodhi. There are flowers of love and romance. Sparse dreams seem to rest among the water plants, falling like dewdrops, misty in the light dream of moonlight, falling in the fairyland of the world, wandering in the flowing water, dripping Fall into the world of mortals.
How many times have I thought about it and never left it. How many vicissitudes of life, the vow of love that will never die. It's like there is a kind of faint pain buried in my heart, tearing and tugging at my tender wounds. The distance is so close but I don't dare to see each other. The entanglement is right in front of me, but I don't dare to linger. Looking into your eyes and pupils, letting that sparse shadow cross my window sill, letting that grace steal my heart, it hurts more than lovesickness.
In the night of lovesickness, I am ready to go forward, and in the night of lovesickness, I am overflowing with disaster. The unique and delicate love for each other is like a vow of love, buried in the heart. How many years of warmth, how many years of never leaving, just like you gave me the firm belief that we will always be together no matter how old or bad the world is, that way we will never leave. Even if you are not by my side, I still miss you with my arms in my arms, as if you are by my side, sleeping with me.
Waiting for you, in the dream of arriving as promised, waiting for you in the dream of falling in love. Having me in your eyes is enough. The fingertips of lonely love play many love stories, just like you wading through the water, the end of the world is so close, and my wishes are fulfilled. You are my gentle lingering, the love I wrote down line by line. On the lintel of my lovesickness door, the phantom of your lovesickness is always engraved, so unyielding and always accompanying me.
You are my moon shadow, the soul in my lovesickness dream. Drunk my heart and fulfilled your wish. Your flowers have bloomed and withered several times, causing ripples in my heart. I have no regrets. I will love you with the love of this life and will never leave you.