Fengjiu

Close your eyes, as if turning over the time, the past silhouette rushed into your mind recklessly. From the moment I held a heart in fear, to touching your feelings, to our love. Every time I go out, every return wind blows, from there is a feeling of Xu Xu, from the warmth of my cheeks across my heart, until I still relive it before going to bed. I want to write down the sky of that scene, the streets at night and street lights, and then I walk in holding your hand. You walk beside me quietly in the noise, and there is also a tight one. I want to write down every date night, and the light recall at Xianjing can make me smile sweetly. In this strange city, I just want to show our story with love with you. In the Forest Park, in the track and field, at the bottom of the library, and on the street of the school gate… you can have warm eyes. Do you know that the tenderness you gave me will burn my whole youth and make my life clear. How I hope that when Liu turns young, your clear smile will still bloom to me. I get up late in the morning, you will call me; I don’t have socks to wear, you will buy them for me, and remind me to wash them in time; I skip classes, you will also be afraid that I will fail the subject again and ask me not to escape; You will buy me clothes, cups, embroidered pillows, and accompany me to see English. There are still many. However, I will only get angry. I have to postpone writing love letters. I know I can’t do well at all and I am stupid. I will let you go ahead when looking for the classroom. Like me, I can only say but not do it. Like in the campus in high school before, when I walked away with cold and hard work, I suddenly heard a familiar melody of broadcasting, and my nose immediately burst into acid. Like now, when I think of you smiling at me like a flower again and again, my eyes are wet and hot. What I can know is that the smile gives me the sweetest and brightest. Just like, just like that smile was specially left for me, like a flower blooming for me on the road where I must pass. I am a person who dare not think about the future, because I don’t know what my future is like. I am afraid that what I think now will be dazzling again, but when it comes, it will be empty, just like when I wake up in a dream. When you enter my world and bring this concern, my future is not just mine. It is equivalent to my future becoming tangible, and I can feel it, so I know a lot of things I have to do. For our future!! I know if this is a love letter, but I’m going to end it here. I want to write the end of the wind, a wisp of wind, like a melody; A gust of wind, like a story; A date blowing wind, like a city, carrying a story. A gust of wind blows for a long time, like a fairy tale, blowing slowly into the heart of lovers at night. Let the wind roll out a story from the fairy tale, and the ending ends our ending.

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