Wind chimes of story

Wind chimes of story

Compose our stories and show them to the old. The beauty of wind chimes is not in structure, your beauty is not in appearance, I love your heart as if I understand the melody of wind chimes, crisp and loud, you don’t have to explain, don’t be afraid, I am such a very careful woman.

My hometown is so far, but it feels so close!

Zhangwooden box was brought by my father from his hometown far away in his early years, but it was precious furniture at that time. It was said by my father that he came home to visit relatives and brought several pieces for his colleagues. The box was very old, but it was very strong. When

Bath a light

During my four years, I wandered in Tianhe fishing day, during which I had experienced too much, gradually mature and quiet mind — inscribing notes and sending a message to teacher Ashu when writing this text, I just finished reading “hundreds of poems” and saw myself mixed in a group of fangs, feeling that I

qi yue release Huai

The sky was a little dim after the rain. When the neon flickered, I wandered by the river alone. The cool night breeze gently brushed my face, lightly crossed my heart and looked through the past years raging. The melancholy Willow was silent, and none of us could guess her mood. Several happy families and


I will continue to stay with this city in another way I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky

Pomegranate, wild strawberry, Phoenix Tree beads

It was a sunny afternoon after rain; In the woods in the suburb, the land was wet. Walking on it, the shoes on my feet were stained with thick mud; I raised my feet and looked at it, but I was filled with joy and laughter, this is a long-lost feeling, and it is real!

Wonderful Life

Flowers bloom on the street, but you can return slowly. In the second language, Yan is called Eternal. These nine words are plain and warm, and the feelings are especially heavy, which contain thoughts and sadness. Every time I think of these two sentences, I can’t help admiring Qian Liu. Although there are few words,

Blessing of color

Pick up the flying catkins in the blue sky and the white clouds together, and let them incubate into the wings of angels instantly. When Green is like crazy nostalgia, which has drowned the desert which was once silent, the noise of all colors is unified into a single persistence. Even if the flowers bloom,

Non-permissions care

It was deep in the night, the wind and rain were rustling, the lightning tore off the wounds of the night, and the whole building was flickering with vicissitudes, like the relics of distant ancient times, experiencing countless ups and downs. In such a night, the insects in the grass were scared to be dumb