Sad and beautiful waiting

Introduction: How many past events have become clouds, how many love has drifted away with the wind, how many lovesickness is heartbreaking, and how many waits make people lonely and miserable. That time of waiting, like white clouds in the blue sky, was light and light, and my heart passed by, making it difficult for me to wear out. In the season of peach blossom, I have an agreement with you to meet under the banyan tree. In the boiling city, the lights are on. I stood alone under the banyan tree, waiting for your arrival quietly. Next to Banyan, on the wide street, the stream of people and cars woven the dream of the night city, and the singing Hall in the distance was flowing with beautiful and moving melodies. The evening wind blew Buddha’s clothes, stroked my hair, and also brought the fragrance of Peach Blossoms. I was intoxicated with the atmosphere of happiness and happiness. The night sky in the city shines with stars, the moonlight in the city is as white as snow, and the lights in the city are as soft as water. What a beautiful city, what a beautiful night view. My vision is like a scanner, projecting the red man and Green woman in a hurry back and forth, waiting for the familiar image to appear in my vision. At this moment, I am both excited and excited. My heart is full of poetry and painting, and I seem to be experiencing the joy and sweetness of meeting for the first time. In my expectation, the beautiful figures in the distance are more like your beautiful images, but when you are close, they are not you. In my visual image, your eyes are like lakes on the plateau, clear and clear. Your smile is like a blooming rose, gorgeous and charming. Your white face is like pink peach blossom. Wait for your heart, like the notes on the Sunshine, jumping happily. The moon gradually sank in the West, and the boiling city gradually became calm, and the night wind became a little cold. The Red Men and green women on the streets are getting more and more strange. Almost all the city people who have been busy for a day have fallen into sweet dreams. Under that big banyan tree, I was alone. I am waiting for you, or I can’t wait for you to appear. A kind of inexplicable loneliness sprouted in my heart. Dear friend, when is it? Why are you still here? Have you forgotten our agreement? Do you say that the promise that you will not see tonight has become a beautiful panic? No, you will come. You must come. Your promise is by no means a beautiful panic. I still have to wait. When I was a little sleepy, I circled under the banyan tree. On this cold spring night, the boundless starry sky, I miss you silently, your smile and your tenderness. The happiness in my heart is blooming quietly, and I feel the joy that life has had from the end. You finally didn’t come, and your promise became a beautiful panic. You didn’t come, maybe you are very busy, maybe you have other reasons. Do you know how lonely, lonely, anxious and helpless a person is waiting. Do you know that the taste of waiting is so bitter, the mood of waiting is so sad and beautiful, and the tears of waiting are so cold. Deep in the night, I can’t feel your tenderness. The wind bursts, which hurts my heart. True love, always deep love for you. Tears Fen Fen, it’s so stupid to love you too much. The years are long and the life is short. How many times does one have to wait in one’s life? How many times can anyone stand waiting? If you love someone, even if your feelings have been overdrawn, your tears have dried, and your sideburns have been white, you will continue to wait until the sea changes color, the sea is dry, and the Earth is old. Waiting is a firm pursuit of love, a firm belief in happiness and joy, and the most beautiful scenery on the road of love. Waiting, too sad and beautiful.

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