Time flies, read you as early as before

The Rose That never withers in my memory was buried in that bleak autumn. Your name, I will use a lifetime of meditation. Heaven and Earth, where, there is the warmth of expectation like the beginning, let me a piece of blue sea and blue sky? — Text: Rain Dance AloneNow, I finally know that I am the deepest person into the dust, stepping on the steps of falling through the sky day and night, constantly looking for that period of time that has passed away and never returned. Willow Branch is dry, and there are still times when it is green; The great geese fly south, and there are times when they return to the north. However, are those days in my life that used to smile to warm back? The past is in tune and the memories are in tune. Maybe the fate of this life is destined to arouse the love of the whole life. The meeting between you and me was just two tiny dust that went to a fleeting date in the red dust. After a short meeting, they flew to each other and went to the end of the world. Who exiled love and left it in the red dust? Who dusted the sky and clouds, sad a poem in the midnight? Once, in the days with you, there was no loneliness, no sadness in the Dictionary of heart, only the endless poetry of Jiangnan and the endless tenderness of Jiangnan. When I met you, I was like a movie of love. I couldn’t calm my heart and breathe smoothly for a long time because I entered the movie too deeply. I can’t help thinking often: If you and I meet again, will the ending become beautiful and different? If fate is the door that can pass through? Then, can we only be the two of us from now on, waiting for happiness outside the red dust, and from then on, we will not provoke dust, ask about the world, or sigh about the desolation of the world? Everything is like an unawakened nightmare. You walked into my life gently and disappeared in my world silently. Love is like fireworks, but I am persistent. After the fireworks became so beautiful, I hid into a fan. The rose that never faded in my memory was buried in that bleak autumn. Through the past few years, the scenery on the road is countless, but I don’t care about other scenery. Because of love, lonely words are persistent only for your messy wandering every time. Although God gives me the inspiration of words, today, however, I can’t write what kind of pain a person is empty for a shadow. After all, you and I have become strangers. The ending of love is only a season of blooming flowers and sadness. Perhaps, I am a tear left by your previous life, you can’t pick it up, and the years have never dried up; Perhaps, everything is just a beautiful time once, which is the result of fate, can’t Escape or change. When the tired figure is gradually lengthened by the sunset, can you allow me to bury a period of past with you by the cold wind of a season? Once looked over the sand bank waiting for your sail to appear. Now, I have stranded my lonely mind in the land of Autumn Water, traveled on the lonely coast, silently experienced the tenderness left by the fine lines, and mourned a sad sound in front of the lonely fragments, let the waiting heart be in the rippling river, alone with the waves, wandering alone, I think it is a pure white lotus in your life, for you to bloom the most beautiful and charming in this life; I want to hold your hand, dance the breeze surplus sleeves, make flowers full of clothes. At present, you on the other side are as far away as the moon. If you can, I really want to sing and dance unprocessed Jade to comfort me. In this life, the vast sea of people meet each other, but no one can Frends. Often rely on the season, count the traces you have been to, time flies, read you as early as before. I don’t want to give up loving you. In this life, even if I wait to be pale and helpless, I would rather be stuck here. I would like to point ink into a piece of cake, wave my sleeves into a fool, and make a person’s sad one-man show. When maple leaves become red next year, I will definitely come back to meet you again! Your words have been ringing in my ears, but, dear, why are maple leaves red and red, but you still can’t hide it? In the Lonely Autumn, the autumn rain wet one after another the dream of Jiangnan. Look! The Moss floating in the corner wall of expose to wind and rain seems to be telling me the vicissitudes and helplessness I have experienced. I always let myself lick the wound in the quietest and loneliest night. No one knows how my helplessness and sadness are eroded into my bones. No one knows that I love you until you are hopeless. I don’t know when this night is clouds. If I bow down under the Bodhi tree and pray for Buddha to be effective, I don’t want to smile all day long. I only hope that it can be converted into poems of Tang and Song dynasties, sleeping between your lines, I have never left the square city you and I built together. As long as you turn around, you can see that I am still waiting for you. Who can answer your heart? I walked slowly with a pious heart. I don’t know if I can move God and step out a pure and fragrant future with my careful steps? Just now, I heard the news that it was snowing there, so I imagined myself as a piece of snow, swaying, hoping to fall to your chest before melting. The North, after all, is a dream in my heart. If you and I meet in the crystal world at this moment, I believe that the tenderness of the front dust will surely condense into the richest and most beautiful snowflake in this life. Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour

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