You come from afar

You are here, with the haze of Twilight, coming in the cold wind of midwinter. You are here, with joy and excitement, in the afterglow of the sunset. A bus passed through the seaside, through the mountains, through the forest, through the Great Plains in western Sichuan, through the Dadu River in the Qiang River, stopped at stations one after another, sent you to this small county under the snow mountain. When the car stopped quietly at the station in this small town, the small town was full of lights on the streets. I booked you the Caesar Hotel. Although Caesar Hotel is not the most upscale apartment in this small county. But it is by no means a chicken feather shop. Not even huamel decoration also shows a kind of good. The hazy neon light filled the corridor and corridor. The red carpet spread straight from the door to the outside of the room door. Rose-colored floors, apricot walls and white quilts look so elegant. Everything seems to be prepared for you, everything seems to be set for you. You checked in Room 521. Here you are, gently. There was a thin layer of tiredness of long-distance travel on his face, but he couldn’t hide the excitement and joy. A warm greeting, let you not be shy, quietly, quietly looking at you, silently, silently calling you, gently speaking and whispering is the wish of no regrets. Holding your hand, what you can’t say is moving; Holding you in your arms, what flows on your body is happiness; Kissing your forehead, thousands of words can’t tell from where. Gently, you are here, baby, bringing my touch, my happiness and my love. Holding you, my heart shouted over and over again: Baby, I love you. Holding you, I can’t hear my heartbeat, I clearly feel your a hard and jerky breath. The Moonlight is like cow’s milk, spreading the brightness to the Earth. You and I nestled in the evening breeze, wandering in the shade of willow trees. We listened to the sound of the river flowing. I said it was a song, and you said it was a poem. Yes, for lovers, songs are vitality and vigor, while poems are body, picturesque and passionate body. Especially in the evening breeze, in the Moonlight, in the sunset, at the edge of the river, love is a painting, love is a poem, love is a bosom friend singing and high mountains and rivers. This night is short, this night is sweet, this night is tender and water-like, and this night is romantic. At the same time, you refused me this night. You brought me hope and doused hopesfire. Haizi said: you come from far away, I go to far away, and the distant journey passes here. Gently, you are here, with sincerity. Gently, you are here, with deep feelings. You come from afar with the fragrance of orchids. You come from afar, with sunshine-like warmth. You come from afar, and the wind in the distance is farther than that in the distance. Love is as happy as the night breeze, because we have this precious time for a long time, because we have this happy space for a long time. Do you know? From then on, I don’t care about human beings, just miss you-my leaf purple. Think of your voice, face, smile, think of your slender hands, think of your verses, think of your pure soul, and think that you are crazy about the warm and blooming days in spring. The moon is full tonight, and the sun is shining in the Ming Dynasty.

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