You are a poem of my youth

I have an inexplicable love for Qingzhao, or because the mood at this time is like that I am looking at her quietly through this ethereal period of time and space, she felt the light and loneliness overflowing from her bones, and the sadness close to her eyebrows, like herself at this time. When I was a teenager, I also had the first-class little pride in the flowers, which was light and dark red. I just lacked that kind of calm and graceful, beautiful and graceful temperament. Shao Hua is easy to pass away, just as an Yiru said: time is too thin, fingers are too wide, casual glance, it has been several years. In this kind of light and shadow, growing up gradually in the light of the sky, walking into the charming and magnificent period, the world in the eyes is changing day by day, and the prosperity gradually growing from the backland and faded away from the Green Mountains, the green water was restrained, a high-rise building, and the scene of the flashing lights was like a dream, as if it was true or false. For the leisure window alone, even if the eye curtain is full of red light silken luxury, the beautiful night scene, without the company of a happy person, is also boring, so that, the faint loneliness and sorrow were planted in the shy and shallow mind. It was in such a smoky and sad period that you imitated a beautiful poem and knocked on the half-closed door of sorrow with beautiful words. The initial meeting was not like the beginning of the King. Seeing each other is just like the beauty of the return of the old man. It is only a glimpse of indifference and alienation. In the process of getting along with each other, you were calmly rolled into my heart in a not-so-slow manner. There was no trace of the mess of the Cup and the dish, only the light and gentle of the moon. Girl, I fell into a flower, flower, fog, fog, fog, fog, and fog. When the night came, the sky went to the chaos, but I was still happy, there are only Qing Mei and cold sounds left in your blind and persistent eyes, echoing over and over again. Before I met you, I was like a lonely pineapple with a hard surface, covered with spikes, but after the heartstrings trembled, I was removed from the hard shell by your sharp knife, no longer has the meaning of pride and self-defense. Just talking about the swing in the rain, but it overflows thousands of Sorrows. According to the gorgeous and picturesque woman, I can appreciate my mood at this time. Separated by time and space, separated by her lonely eyes, but could not block the beautiful words that passed through thousands of endless long years. At this moment, I coexist with it. I admired her warm love with Mingcheng and lamented the lovesickness and suffering of my heart. Time opened a period of curtains in the deep stream of my heart, and a wish appeared faintly: holding hands, grow old with your son. Thoughts and places can only be realized in the sentence of the year of the seven years: how many people will we meet in our life, fate It is like life and death, fragile as dew, only with you, like a Endless River. In any person’s life, a person who is happy with himself through the road, lives and lives, and holds hands will live forever, just like a river, what’s more, a woman in deep love? At this point, in the era when women were regarded as Hongmao, Zhuo Wenjun who ran to Sima Xiangru at night understood and admired him very much. Their love was profound, and you are a person who makes me want to escape! The corridor is an inch of lovesickness, and the moon falls into isolation. As for you, I finally know that I haven’t seen the suffering of three autumn days. Here, I put myself on your side, in the different charming scenery of the four seasons, stepping into the prosperous Road waiting ahead with warm and sweet heart, lovesickness has become a continuous tie in the thin years, however, in your alienated eyes, you can see the tragedy of Falling Flowers, deliberately flowing water and ruthlessness. My heart was really hurt, and I was hurt by the feeling that I shouldn’t have. The whole person was like a begonia that was broken before it could bloom. The sound of Zheng ran scattered the pain all over the ground! At first glance, everything returned to the anxiety of the initial search. It was true that this feeling could be eliminated without any means, so I frowned, but I was in my heart! I can’t help thinking of the heart-touching sentence of the sixth Dalai Lama, who had been shaving at the age of fourteen and turned into the mysterious Potala Palace —- in that year, he had a long head crawling on the mountain road, not to meet him, only for sticking to your warmth; In that life, turning mountains and water to the pagoda was not for repairing the next life, but for meeting you on the way. When I was young, those initial heart movements would linger in my heart, forever engraved, branded, or eternal! I believe that fate, the person who appeared at the most appropriate moment, did not have a minute earlier or an unrelieved moment, that is, he caught up, his eyes are opposite, his eyes flow, the so-called love also grew up silently like this, and our meeting was just in the wrong year and the wrong occasion. As a result, fate was gently broken and scattered, when you drop the last stroke of that beautiful poem, it is always connected with each other in this life. And you are a poem in my cool youth!

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