A lovesickness into tears

Maple leaves sway its branches and tendrils, and the day and night are shrouded in the blue waves of rivers. Sijun’s heart is like a river flowing to the east. The mountain is not here, the water is not here, my love for you is still there. I was lonely alone in Qin Dynasty, and my bright practice had reached the state that my heart was like water, but I couldn’t help feeling lonely. Every time I look back that autumn; The bright moon is in the sky, the back of the sky; Your right hand is holding my left hand to make an appointment until you will go on forever. I firmly believe this about life, about the promise of love. Until now, it is still difficult to erase from memory. I don’t believe in my eyes, but I am a little fascinated by life. Turn around and cry. When I look back, you and I turn around, but we are already far away. I don’t have you in my life. My world looks so pale, my tears have condensate beads. I am like a lonely boat moored in the river, and my heart cannot reach the shore. The emotion of accidental encounter made me no longer lonely from now on. I thought it was enough to cure my injury. However, I was wrong. I fell too deep and I was hurt to pieces, my heart still has no sense of belonging. I just want to have a family, I gave love, I abandoned my self-esteem, I lowered my living standard, but in the end it was still hurt, unspeakable hurt. If all this is retribution, I have always been good with others. But you and my kindness bear such bitter consequences. This is not the life we choose, it must be that life has abandoned you and me. I braved rumors, changed my bones, depended on blood, bathed in love, and revived me again. At that moment, I dried my tears and raised my head. With a wry smile: I didn’t expect that my tears were dry but I still laughed! I know that at that time, you must have withdrawn your heart with pain. A drop of tears, two people, three feelings. The crystallization of our love cannot be approached, whether it is morality, human feelings or the fate of displacement. It’s just our love, the two of us, our family was drowned into marks by the years. Over and over again, over and over again, I tracked your footprints on the Internet, but I couldn’t find the network line. You and I can only love each other in different places. In my memory, I always hold my heartstrings tightly. Your tall figure, the graceful dance, the magnetic voice, the godliness of career, the progressive and kind heart, after washing for many years, still dyed my heart red. When I opened the veil of time, I was surprised that the fallen leaves in late autumn turned a blind eye to my thoughts and were indifferent. Tears flooded the traces of the years, but it was hard for me to put down this love and cut off my blood. If all the people look for you QbAidu, suddenly looking back, you are in the place of the lantern. So the missing is also colorful, and the years are blue. You and I walked hand in hand on the two parallel wire, looking at each other from afar, with their hearts tied to their children, and they could only live secretly with deep affection. How envious of Niu Lang and weaving girl, can meet once a year. If, at the beginning, I knew that a turn would become forever, even if I paid the price of my life, I would not hesitate. The wine of life, the skilled bartender, he transferred into the morning faint like a ray of breeze, and also into the changeable four seasons of rain and dew; Transferred into the imagination of people on the journey, you can also transfer it to the aria that has gone through the vicissitudes of life! More transferred into the tears in my eyes, a song of missing. The photo has been yellow, the greeting card has been dipped in ink, and the letter head has been dusty. My thoughts for you have been as long as spring mash for Zen incense. My love for you is more gorgeous and shining than spring mash! When the autumn wind blows to my pillow, when the Maple Leaf shakes to the window, when the years are gradually flowing with the water, my thoughts for you are like flowing water, cutting off the water, and the water flows more. It is hard for me to stop tears like spring water, and it is even harder for me to lock this deep feeling in my eyes, this missing.

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