But I will try my best to comfort you when I hear that you are unhappy, saying that you should look forward, be strong and be warm. But the truth is, did I do these things again?
Watching your faces blur day by day, dig up the information and see when the last call was made.
I still remember your birthdays in my heart, but there seems to be a reason to congratulate. Strangeness is such a bit of prosperity. I just watched safely and waited passively. If you look back, you will find that I am as happy as when you first approached.
Maybe we are all grown up and have many secrets that we can't tell. You stand in front of me, we are the most familiar strangers in the world. Faced with such a form, you say, what can I say?
Only silence.
Many things, because they care, have lost the reason to stay. Just stubborn and unwilling to compromise. And refused to lower his posture.
Loneliness has become as brilliant as a flaming tree, but people around you still have to use negative numbers to calculate.
Perhaps this is the most real life form. At first, everything was calm.
You don't know me and I don't care about you.
A gentle "are you okay?" It contains thousands of concerns and greetings. A thousand words, all in this sentence If you can understand. You will understand how much she cares about the person who can only say this sentence every time I see you.
With the most humble gesture, protect the shallow warmth you give.
We will eventually be overwhelmed by the grand time. One day, the clothes of those years will turn into pale rice paper paintings, and they will float away with a touch.
Maybe you won't remember me until I really disappear and never hear from me again?
I am still a loner and have a bad temper. I don't know how to approach people. Wear high heels and ankle-length cotton skirts. I like listening to music in the middle of the night with headphones and reading Annie Baby's books to sleep.
People around you say, you are so strange. I just laughed.
It doesn't matter. Care.
On the 2nd of this month, I received a letter from Xia. She said that she was about to start a long journey and asked me if I would like to accompany her.
I want to go to Hainan, a beautiful city with a beach. I have been longing for it for many years.
However, I still refused.
Recently, I feel that there is a kind of war-torn battle around me. Lian Xiao also needs a lot of courage.
I think maybe I need time to let this strange and prosperous city accept my existence.
Oh, did June come?
Are the flowers blooming on strangers?
Let's go hand in hand. ...
A love-consuming essay 2 Rebecca had just sat on the sofa and had a rest when he was questioned by a pair of children. Rebecca primly said, "as far as our family is concerned, you have all grown up. Let's talk about it We also have an economic foundation. So, I plan to adopt that girl. What do you think? "
"Whatever, I don't care." Gu Yuan a face of indifference.
"Mom, you make a decision. We respect you. " Gu Xiao smiled and pulled Rebecca's hand.
"That's settled. Her first name is the same as our last name, and her single name is Qing. She has amnesia and is unfamiliar here. You should take care of her. " Rebecca thousand ding million told. Then I adjusted my clothes, left the sentence of overtime and left home.
"Fiona Fang, what do you think?" Gu Xiao teased his brother Gu Yuan. Gu Yuan said nothing. As soon as he put on his headphones, he went back to his room. Gu Xiao pie pie, put down his potato chips, to do what he should do.
Adoption? Well, what's it to him? Gu Yuan spent a few seconds laughing at it. Suddenly thought of knocking at the door, Gu Yuan thought that Gu Xiaolai must have disturbed him. I opened the door angrily, only to find that there was a man outside who was a whole head lower than himself looking at himself. Oh? Female creatures?
"Brother." Another person said timidly, "I'm a little hungry." Can you help me cook? " A little face full of expectation. Gu Yuan pronounced in a cold tone: "There is no time."
"Brother, Gu Xiaojie is not here. She asked me to come to you." She was about to cry, and her big eyes stared at him.
"oh? So much the better. " Gu Yuan said, just want to close the door.
"Brother," she said and grabbed the door handle. Eyes full of persistence. You must cook for me! Gu eyebrows a wrinkly, dribbling staring at the stubborn girl. Somehow, he nodded.
Her little face turned red at once, and she excitedly dragged Gu Yuan to the kitchen. Obviously, Gu Yuan, an outstanding chef, soon brought the delicious food to the table. She was obviously hungry, so she ate, regardless of other things.
An essay that exhausted love 3. Dawn in early autumn, with a faint scent of stamens. It means dim eyebrows, close to the quiet beauty of life. Stare at the amazing time and interpret the feelings of the breeze. Feel the warmth of that beautiful bath and smile with beautiful flowers in early autumn. With a screen of pen and ink, the heart is like a flower, leisurely as a butterfly, and tells the lingering season of flowers in a picturesque way.
Looking back at Zimo, I gently walked under the slightly blue sky with an oil umbrella, or swaying beautiful images, or slim and graceful, catkin green hills, listening to the sound of flowers, opening to a beautiful and affectionate, suffocating and pitiful, if there is no charm of flowers, how can we know the petals missing when flowers fall and butterflies find them? How many worries, elegant and fleeting years, deep affection in the pavilion, how many dreams, attachment and hand in hand, I will warm my life.
Standing quietly among the flowers, I felt a ripple in my life, and my expectant eyes seemed to penetrate the noise of the city. In this sad thought. It's a kind of blue, it's a kind of floral fragrance, it's a kind of vein, so warm and deep, it's unavoidable in the eyebrows, accompanied by a touch of acacia embellishment. In this way, time passed in an instant, and my heart felt like a dream. A warm country full of meditation.
Leisure holiday, back against the window, make a cup of milk tea, read a book quietly, listen to your favorite music, exciting melody. Shallow time, graceful mood, intoxicated in my dream. If there is a slight breeze blowing gently, or a little oblique rain blowing in, hitting your cheeks with a little floral fragrance, you will languidly curl up on the sofa in such an atmosphere, and you will indulge yourself comfortably, let your heart return to its original tranquility, and so quietly stay in your own world, listening to the breeze and looking at the sky. ...
The passage of time, the precipitation of years, and turning around are the stories of time. I believe that time can witness everything, including love. I don't envy each other, nor do I envy my childhood friends. I envy each other in plain days, the warmth in cold years, the white-haired figure supporting each other in the afterglow of the sunset, and the love that can stand the test of time. I just want to be as gorgeous as summer flowers and watch them fall.
Waiting for a mistake is an experience. I will become a fallen flower, and I will never return to my original beauty. I can't redeem the past years. You and I used to slip through my fingers. At that moment, my heart was broken and I was on the run, but I could only get up and move on. So, I left.
Vaguely, it's your smiling eyes, swaying everything through the lush water, a love that devours everything, I'm waiting for you there, and we'll be intoxicated together for many years; Vaguely, it is your warm lips and tenderness. Since then, mountains and rivers, harmonies, bright stars and moons, no complaints to leave.
By the way, the relieved heart has lost its melancholy and gloom. In the footnotes of life, happiness is integrated into life, flowing between the heart veins, like passing water, a wisp of flowers, warm as a dream all the way, and finally just the right happiness. When the traces of years are engraved on the face, the wrinkles of wind, frost, rain and snow climb on the forehead, recalling the waiting of a lifetime, and finally waiting for the tenderness and happiness without regret. There is your persistence in the memory notes, a gentle pen to write a few warm words on the fragrance marks of fallen flowers, write down your smiling acacia, write down faint memories, and return to the original beauty with you, waiting like water. Thank you for your days, and thank you for getting to know each other, knowing each other and cherishing each other. It's just that I won't leave until I can wait
I know that you are the most beautiful encounter in my life. Since I had you, my world has been colored, and my life is no longer calm because of invariability. Cut spring for clothes, play summer rain for strings, draw autumn leaves for thoughts, dance snowflakes for warmth, and you are my love station at the ancient acacia ferry; Under the acacia tree, you are my constant watch for thousands of years
The heart is wandering in poetic words, which is the fragrance of breeze in the hair and the nourishment of light rain falling in the heart. A tenderness, in my heart, rooted in persistent softness. Time is too short, the fingertips fall gently, and every touch is just right. A drunken gaze and a long-lost spiritual journey are all spiritual exile.
There are some years, gentle years, amazing times; Some flowers are blooming, fragrant and beautiful; Inadvertently, there is no agreement and no waiting. In this pink season, in this willow green time, a smile turned into a song. I like a quiet person, scribbling words at my fingertips, a bright green lamp, a roll of ancient incense, a touch of gentleness and a wisp of elegance; A quiet good, a calm, faint time, the years of Ran Ran ... light the past, recall the past, how many sighs have become dust; Don't be prosperous, let nature take its course and follow your heart; A cool and warm fragrance kept the years.
An Essay Exhausting Love 4 I traveled all over Qian Shan just to meet you in full bloom. It's March in a blink of an eye. You said that the swallows return to the south and the peach blossoms are green. I will definitely meet me again where I first met you. .....
I chose March to write your story, not for the season, not for the enchanting, but for the sincere vows I made before the Buddha. Flowers bloom like Zen, three causes and effects, and fate is reincarnation. Fate is past lives's fate. Spring is fading, flowers bloom one after another, and fragrance one after another. The poem written by Qian Chun splashed ink, laying the foundation for the flowering period of this date. A river of spring water is rippling gently. Spring has come, and so have you.
People always have a sensitive side, often in the dead of night, repeatedly circulating in a piece of music, just because there is a melody that can touch the heartstrings; Often in familiar scenes, looking for pictures in the depths of memory in life; Between people and things, we also pay attention to the word "fate", which can be met but not sought. Perhaps there is a dusty corner in everyone's heart, hidden in the depths of distant memories. Over time, it still exudes a faint fragrance; Perhaps everyone has a frame of scenery in their hearts, and after countless storms, they are still fixed in that beautiful picture.
Haruki Murakami said: Everyone has his own forest. Maybe we have never been there, but it has always been there and will always be there. What has been lost is lost, and the people you meet will meet again.
Spring is just right, a drop of spring dew moistens all the past, and the other side of the dream is as clear as yesterday. On a spring night, my heart beat again. Those once lives, those once * * * are sealed in the bottom of my heart, not lonely, not sad, safely flowing through every indifferent day, grateful for the gentleness of the years, we have never forgotten each other's appearance in the initial memory.
The scenery in the fleeting time, the fragments in the story, the ups and downs all the way, those warm-hearted fragments and nostalgia have long dried up into memories. On the other side of time, we stopped looking back, sipping and whispering, hiding our inner joy and hoping that our thoughts would bloom again. A few lines of spring, pick up the poem about writing you and stick it on the sunshine window of the soul until the breeze comes and the fragrance in the story blooms.
Time is on the shore, and the past is a sail. Inadvertently, we all became passers-by in each other's scenery. How can you bear to live up to the beauty of your life? The distant mountains are close to the shadows, the Qinhuai is hazy, the balcony is waterside pavilion, and the cold mountain is late at night. It is not only the scenery that is vague, but also those dry vows, which are drifting away. The loneliness of that journey is, after all, a person's Jiangnan.
The wind, always silent, looks all prosperous and forgets Sichuan after enjoying the years. It is said that the ordinary life of fireworks will make a beautiful heart numb, and everything will be stained with the smell of secular dust and gradually fade away from the original brightness. Think of those old letters, although they have long been yellowed, but they are still carefully collected by me; The journey of life, the intimate friends I met and the relatives I accompanied are all drifting away from me. Only these brocade books in the clouds, like a feather of time, are full of time.
There is a city in everyone's heart. From beginning to end, we stick to the scenery of this city and look forward to blooming every year. I deeply understand that the most beautiful scenery is not on the road, but in the deep heart. You said you yearned for Jiangnan and liked the rainy season in Jiangnan. The drizzle is as dense as silk thread. That's what you and I dream of, and it's messy to cut it. The warmth of meeting, with a little tenderness, is like your whispering in my ear, telling the secret of blooming. In a blink of an eye, winter passed and spring came again. I want to watch another romantic sakura rain with you, and relive our unchanging agreement for thousands of years.
If the heart is bodhi, the flowers will bloom like Zen. A thought of cold, a thought of warmth, a stone's throw away, and heaven remains our neighbourhood. We are always in the cycle of the four seasons, watching the lightness of flowers blooming and falling, but as everyone knows, thinking is also Zen. Strangers are warm, and the colorful years are another spring. Vows, like the dazzling beauty of branches, once surprised the scenery and awakened all consciousness.
In this world, how many people start from love at first sight and finally grow old together. In the short journey of life, meeting, parting and meeting are just the results of love. Because of the imperfection of the world, we have learned tolerance and understanding; Because of the lack of life, we have learned to change. The other side of time, like an endless road, is full of earthly wind and smoke. After the gains and losses and impermanence, I still look forward to a love that consumes all and is full of flowers, and I will meet you warmly again.
Jathyapple has a quiet dream, and the spring breeze is ten miles tender, which will live up to the spring scenery and you. I traveled across mountains and rivers just to meet you in the spring.
A prose of wholehearted love 5 "There is a ray of green in the old bottle and a trace of red in the quiet stove". I know, now you must be in that deep mountain, enjoying snow, drinking and writing poems, enjoying wintersweet and seeing the world through snow. There is no ghost of modern life in your world, but it will be the middle of winter. You and I once cooked a pot of roses to drink rose drink, met in the warm spring of next year, enjoyed the romance of this rose drink, and then cooked this rose to drink rose drink with warm spring flowers. You see, the flowers on the stranger are in bloom, and the newly brewed rose drink and rose drink are ready, just waiting for your return.
In the bustling world, among thousands of people, meet the person you want to meet. In the endless wilderness of time, I am here, and you are here. We used to boil dew together, drink flowers together and imagine what spring is like here. Large tracts of roses are in full bloom, and in a sea of roses, you and I are still cooking a pot of roses and drinking rose drinks as we are now. This is the predestination that has been agreed in previous lives, and your story begins here. The story with you will always be complete, and the story with rose drink will always be romantic. Now that the warm spring is coming, do you still remember that you and I enjoyed the roses and drank the flowers in the rose drink as agreed?
In April, the rose drink rose drink will usher in the annual rose picking festival. At that time, purple flowers will bloom, the town will be full of flowers, and the breath of spring will come. Green food will be surrounded by colorful flowers. Wandering in the sea of flowers with my beloved girl, picking a little romance, cooking with rose drink and drinking sanhua hand in hand.
Rose is the queen of flowers, fragrant rose, it is unforgettable to laugh it off.
Rose drink rose drink naturally extracts rose flowers, extracts the key to perfection and beauty, creates a unique and romantic flower drink, makes the skin white and red as a rose, and makes her beloved happier.
The sea of roses in the rose drink is fragrant and beautiful, and the air is filled with the charming fragrance of roses. Come here with her beloved as promised, have a glass of rose drink in rose drink and have a romantic trip.
For more than six years, I have been traveling alone, taking a strange road that few people take. Always looking forward to flowers!
Who doesn't want a companion on the trip? Who doesn't miss a love that consumes everything? For many years, I have not only no partner, but also no flowers. Am I special or a stranger? No one is with me and no one is near me, so I have to go alone!
Maybe people regard me as a mortal and dare not come near me; Maybe people think I'm a stranger and don't want to go with me. But, I'm not afraid! Because I'm a gentleman, I'm taking the "sunshine avenue", but some things don't stimulate people in the rough, some don't touch water in the mud, and some don't change greatly in the vicissitudes of life. Once the secular changes, once life is frustrated, the road to travel may be the road that few people take, few companions, and the sun rarely shines on themselves. Although it is the Golden Belt, it becomes dim and strange.
If you want to blossom, you have to be strong. I'm not strong. Who am I weak for? Who infected me with the secular situation? Who told me to find a stranger who was nobody's business? Since you can't turn back, go straight ahead. Never mind spring, summer, autumn and winter, never mind the changes of the world. As long as someone calls, as long as flowers are in full bloom, as long as the sun shines on me, as long as there is a little brilliance on the road of life, what's wrong with physical and mental exhaustion?
Looking forward to a love that consumes everything! This is my wish and dream! After about a few years, slowly, the flowers finally opened slightly, but they didn't open yet, and sometimes they disappeared. I think, when will the flowers in my heart bloom? When will my dream petals bloom? After several years of silence, my flower finally bloomed, in my heart and on my stranger!
There are surprises on the road, and everyone will scream; There are flowers on the road, and everyone will appreciate them. What's more, I travel around the world alone, and the slightest movement or bird song will break my boredom. Gradually, I finally heard the sound of flowers blooming and saw you looming in the distance. In fact, you are the flower in my heart, and you are a stranger I met. Flowers bloom on strangers, you and I bloom!
In fact, I am a flower in the world and met you in a strange way. Flowers touching each other are beautiful. At the moment, both of them are in the stranger's room, and both of them are in the warm sunshine. It can be said that two people are the most beautiful in the world! Isn't it, flowers bloom on strangers, and flowers are more vivid?
Prose of a spoony man 7 is an ancient love story, which has been sung in Wu for many years. ...
A love that consumes everything, you can go home slowly.
Ink passes through the paper and through the years. The beauty of that spring seems to be sealed together.
There is no rhetoric of vows of eternal love, only a reminder and greeting, which is enough to be dusty after 1000 years.
It turns out that you don't need any information about where you are going, just one sentence is enough to make you cry in the season of spring flowers.
I want to know you, long life, endless mountains, endless rivers, Lei Zhen in winter and rain and snow in summer, but I dare to part with you.
The oath is still in my ears, but the Coase family has already left, leaving only those dry words, shrinking and trembling in the autumn wind.
Those yellowed photos are meaningless for a long time. They can't prove the traces of your love, can't bear the burden of your memories, and will eventually rot in time. But deep down, you still yearn for those false and ridiculous vows. Don't believe what lasts forever, those are all lies to coax XXX.
It's not just Yi Lee who left. The person who wrote Swift Qi Fei, unlike the continuous spring rain, never comes back.
If you are not a stone, you will never yearn for the love of visiting the West Lake in seclusion.
Maybe sometimes, what you need is not touching sweet words, but a gentle reminder, but enough power to travel through time and space and escape from the fetters of life and death.
Everyone has a different definition of love, and everyone pursues different happiness. But as long as you have the patience to wait for a tree to blossom, you will surely see the love and happiness slowly returning in the distance. ...
A prose of devoted love 8 A devoted love, fragrant and indifferent, watching butterflies both fly, provoked the breeze to draw the bead curtain drunk.
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If I stay in the boudoir, please bring a white skirt like Shirley; Then I will put on clothes made of colorful brocade clouds, full of flowers, and marry me to my gentle hometown in my dream.
If I have waist-length hair, you haven't come back yet. When the word "goose" comes back, I will take the promise made by Sanshengshi Bank. Don't forget the autumn leaves falling, covered with dull notes, picking up the dead soil, dipping in the tears and light ink, and writing down the lingering under the acacia tree. May I wake up in the morning and fall, and I will think of the tie between my eyebrows.
If I get married in red, you will come back. Please beat the horse back to the stranger and look for the Iraqis on the water side. Acacia is in ruins, and fate is over. The flowers on the other side are facing each other. The world is safe and feelings are everywhere. Don't think about it.
If I am buried in a coffin, you can return it. No pity, no harm, no sorrow. Red flies to the west, birds fold their feathers and brush away life and death. On Naihe Bridge, Meng Po's soup, after drinking all the rain and frost, forgot his deep affection and whispered Tan Lang in the dust.
Flowers are still happy, flowers are still poor, a wisp of smoke condenses into plum fragrance, light painting axis, light respect for the front desk, light talk about feelings, light promise of afterlife.
The lack of precious books has betrayed the past life and this life. A string sound broke the harmony of the golden harp and the ground. A pair of red candles condensed with blood and tears can be compared with yesterday's colorful feelings and buried in this time without dust. A glass of wine, melancholy brew, drunk in misty rain and water lane, drunk in gentle breeze, drunk when you are sad. Drunk for a thousand years, whose lines are drunk and whose shallow songs are drunk. ......
Looking at the railing of Bai Yueguang, tears are infinitely sad. Mo Yanxi will never forget the afterlife. Who can do something in this situation? He doesn't have time.
A hundred turns of heart, how many dark wounds, broken bridges, broken Leng Xiang. I am full of sorrow, and the book is full of chapters, leaving only a piece of paper.
The essay "A Love that Swallows Everything" holds that Wu's tenderness not only makes men feel ashamed, but also fascinates women. But I know that I put this sentence into my heart gently. Repeatedly chanting, there will be more and more warmth in my heart. Looking back at the history of that year, a love that consumes everything, flowers are gorgeous because of buildings, and buildings are moving because of flowers. More importantly, the phrase "I can return slowly" makes the people who return slowly more elegant, charming, warmer and full of joy, rendering the infinite amorous feelings of the building. Blooming flowers are also full of spirituality, and the picture is full of poetry and infinite meaning.
A love that consumes everything, you can go home slowly. It is a quiet artistic conception, which allows people to walk slowly and smoothly. Wang, intoxicated with strange customs, must be an understanding person. He knows that in the noisy and vulgar days, slowing down and returning to nature is a spiritual washing, a spiritual pleasure and a sublimation. Otherwise, he
I won't write such a beautiful mood that I miss you so much, but I want to persuade you to return slowly. I am fascinated by countless poets and writers in ancient and modern times, regardless of gender. Let people indulge in it and can't extricate themselves.
A devoted love essay 10 feels for a long time, a long time, and I haven't touched so many heartstrings because of one sentence! It seems like a long century has passed, and it hasn't slowed me down for a long time! Gu Yue wrote in his letter to his wife: "A exhausted love, you can go home slowly." Only nine words contain your infinite yearning for your beloved wife, and it is such a sensational word! The flowers in the field are blooming, so your wife can enjoy them and come back slowly. Look at me, my heart has softened, my eyes are crying, I don't want to move, and my mind is slowly savoring the past.
It's been two years since graduation, and it's been a long time since I left school. I still miss my past life and have memories that I can't go back! It seems that my childhood feelings are still there. I like reading novels and bubble dramas of youth idols. Make a fool of yourself when you see a handsome guy and don't avoid anyone. Recently, the writer Gu Man's novel Love O2O became a hit TV series, and I became one of them. I follow the drama every day. Every day, my hands are on my mobile phone. Seeing the male host, the female host becomes infatuated. The mobile phone keeps taking screenshots, just to keep them together, beautiful moments, beautiful scenes! I still remember the first time they met under the willow tree by the bridge in my mind! Look, I wonder if I will meet him one day, also in this scene. Appearing in front of my eyes in a white shirt makes me move!