A curtain of thoughts and thoughts, a glance of snow dance cut wind (selected by writers)

[1] Snow has been quiet underground. This winter, it seems that I am eager to break out of the cocoon and have not waited for the gorgeous dance steps to stand firm in late autumn. In the following snow, I feel romantic, mischievous winter dream. I like the season of falling snow. I am full of words and light steps, and the warmth that comes into my heart will also whisper quietly. Swimming above the season, picking up the past, the time you are or are not there, all set into a picture; The days you come or not come are also the beautiful scenery in your thoughts. Standing in the snow dress, open your arms and smile on the sky. You said, that is your favorite appearance, I will stand still in the snow and talk to you softly with this attitude. A piece of snow, with a bunch of fragrance, those laughter, also through the lintel of time, shining far away in the snowy sky, how far is it? After all, we are separated by a missing city. Trekking in my thoughts, I gradually learned to watch. In the days of waiting, there is no sadness, lovesickness becomes thin, but loneliness is also happy. I fell in love with words inexplicably, and I fell in love with plum blossoms in the snow. I really think that deep in Merin is the paradise of my dream. With your smiling lips and eyes, it is the warmth within my reach. The world is quiet, those soft words, the eyes in the bright wind unconsciously, the expectation of counting one by one, are ironing beautiful by me and properly collected. It’s just the tenderness that grows in the palm of your hand. It’s the green of spring. With irresistible madness, some people say that time can dilute everything. However, time can also accumulate everything, can’t it? In the season of falling snow, I just want to stand still and Yan ran in such a manner, grinding the fragrance of words for you. Then, gently tell you: whether you are there or not, love is there [2] how to let me meet you? At my most beautiful moment, I approached the dust margin along the thread of missing, also quietly bloom the water. Breeze Cui always believes that words have feelings, words are like heart, and shallow strokes are quiet. Walking through the world of wind and dust, singing lightly for a few years, getting used to looking for the real self in the light pain, listening to the call of the soul every time in the light dance, taking the time of touching the fingertips, the smile rippling into gentle and soft, even though it blurs youth, it hides the purest and really heavy life. Red Dust. Fireworks. Fleeting Time. Happy and happy, some passed by, light and seamless; Some dreams, beautiful once. Pour a pot of the past, with time drink together, dreams move with one’s heart, those fleeting years, in the light smile out of elegant flowers. Maybe, Azure and other smoky rain, while I am always waiting for you. After years gone, that love, that dream, even though it makes a little graceful and beautiful pain, however, if sadness is placed in a bright and elegant way, where is it not the warmth of light dancing? I knew from beginning to end that you were waiting for me not far away, waiting for me to reach out and sing with you. So, take three thousand gentle and gentle, write the love words of the world of mortals, and hold a never-abandon first meeting. How can I meet you in my most beautiful moment I am the one on the water side, the woman standing near the water, carrying three thousand moon flowers, singing for you to step on the water every night, only waiting for you to take me gently through the water cup with your love, my tenderness this winter, there is no time to hug, suddenly Looking back, a heart has fallen like a dream. The smell of winter, silk into the bones [3] often think: you and I may only occupy the fate of the previous life. If not, how can there be no trace of this life’s dream? In this life, how many people have ever been close to each other and missed it lightly? Who is whose passer-by and who is who? The long years, the platform of memory, the cold and the heat, a curtain of worries, only the snowflakes that have been blooming in a window, just like thousands of years with the wind, maybe there are too many things in this world, it makes people unable to grasp, for example, the oath of ten fingers to close their hands, after being dried, it was ups and downs in the air. It was so scattered and faded that it was far away, standing on the edge of the season, watching an empty city, covering loneliness, sadness is a wisp of wind, passing through the fingertips, left in a faint fleeting time. Looking back at the past, all the flowers of youth that were missed were whispering in a low-brow smile, but it turned out that the feelings that moved the heart, love and not love, would hurt people. Miss a person, miss a period of love, sadness on the left, prosperous dreamlike; Happiness on the right, deserted and snowy, has been quietly down, floating in the hands, falling in the heart, lingering, slightly cool, a curtain of thoughts and thoughts, a snow dance, cut the wind.

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