Woman on fingertip

Sitting quietly in front of the window, staring at the rolling Nanshan Mountains in the distance through the curtain, like a green dragon with a desire to take off lying prone on the lake of Leiyang and moving on standby. The flowing body on the mountain injected endless vitality into the originally quiet mountain field. Suddenly, a little flaming red jumped into my eyes, and the graceful figure and graceful posture stirred the sea of hearts. The waves gently took out the cigarette case, pop up a cigarette to clip it between my fingers and reach my lips, clicking, the Blue Flame on the lighter lit the cigarette. He raised his hand and stretched the cigarette in front of his eyes, watching the wisps of smoke filled in front of his eyes. Sometimes Yuting was elegant, sometimes beautiful, sometimes gentle and deep, sometimes free and easy, it seemed that a woman like a variable Elf came from her fingertips, with elegant hair and eyebrows. There are beautiful pain hidden between the eyebrows and eyes that draw the soul, just like the sorrowful woman written by Naran. He is sad but not sad. He is angry but not ferocious. He has a feeling that makes people want to comfort but worries. Staring at her quietly, my heart was broken and I was drunk! I remember that it was a hot harvest season, and the Golden Tianyu was full of enthusiasm that refused to leave in summer. You are like a beautiful butterfly stepping on the drum of joy, dancing cheerful dance steps, wrapped in the red color of maple leaves, knocking open the door of my inner world which was already desolate and cold, broke into my heart. You weaved a long rope of soft and flowing long hair to tie me firmly; You melted me with the bright eyes like water, melt in your tender eyes; You printed pink lips on my heart, warming my sad and lonely heart and locking my past life. Wei Jiayi suddenly heard the song of “women like smoke” in his ear, which was so sad and touching. The sadness was mixed with the complaints of bitterness, which made my God too weak, and my soul was also out of shape. I was going to find her past life and present life. Today, let me light you with tenderness and let you start to become the smoke in my hands. I hold you gently and kiss you in my heart. My posture gradually filled my eyes. You burned carelessly, melting the whole of my life and letting your tears of happiness spill on my face at my fingertips, in order to accompany you in this life, I just turned into ashes, and there was no regret to dust in the world. Who says women are like smoke? Even if you become fog, you will stay in my heart forever. In the human world, not every woman has a face of fishes sink and wild goose fall. No matter how beautiful she is, she can’t resist the infestation of ruthless years. The only thing that can keep people in her heart is a kind of temperament and distinctive temperament, it has nothing to do with her appearance. She threw her hands at one stroke, showing the natural elegance and charm of elegance and charm. She is gentle, kind, virtuous and dignified; She is calm, calm, sensitive and meticulous; She is not cowardly, unyielding, and has a characteristic that she cannot replace. People are as pale as chrysanthemum, and they are as angry as blue. There is a kind of elegant and pure fragrance floating in my world. I have made my whole body disappear. If you miss me, please light me up. Let my happy tears linger. Your fingertip singing is still floating around, getting into my ears and walking along my heart to the deepest part of my heart. The smoke moving and jumping on the fingertips is changing in softness and lingering, like the Velvet flower of emotion falling in front of no God. Those sweet words once went far with the wind. Only my missing for you was slightly sweet. Although I was afraid to open the dusty memory, I was afraid that you really left me and had gone far, looking at your quiet face in the yellow photo, I slept in my dream just like the fairy tale love of that year. Although our love has turned into pieces, it can’t stop me from missing you too much, but I met true feelings in the wrong time, yes, how can I spend the cold winter that solidifies snow rain into ice? When I miss you, you are in the sky. When I miss you, you are in front of me, when I miss you, when you think about you in your mind, I hummed the song “legend” of Faye Wong bitterly and would rather believe that we had an appointment in our previous life, the love story of this life will not change any more. Gently use the index finger to bounce the embers on the cigarette butts. At this moment, I am already in tears. I would rather spend my whole life waiting to be discovered by you. I am willing to accompany you all the time. I have never thought of going far away from you, I hope that one day the dream of meeting again can be realized by chance. One day in my life, I will stare at my fingertips with my eyes covered with bloody light. The woman on my fingertips, you firmly tied my past life and this life, and let me fall into the emotional vortex of pain made by weaving and building smoke ring one by one. There are decoction in the cage of love and I can’t walk into tomorrow. Just because I looked at you in the crowd, the heart of surrender became your eternal harbor. The woman on the fingertip, my constant expectation for thousands of years!

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