Embroidered a flower

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 is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

That summer the frogs croaking

The sound of frogs still echoed in my ears tonight. I still used to holding my breath, listening quietly, and even leaned up to the glass window. I can no longer tell whether the sound of frogs in my ears is true or not. I just remember that such sound of frogs often echoed in my ears in the dead of night. Therefore, finally I was too lazy to stir my brains to distinguish the true and false voice of the frog. Yes, I lost sleep again tonight. There was still the heart-wrenching “shout you back” in the plug-in headphones. Listening to the tears, the tears fell down inexplicably. I was too lazy to reach out and wipe it, and I didn’t know why I cried. Because washeng? The sound of frogs always echoed in my ears in the dead of night. At around zero, Thunder couldn’t move. Unless I enter my dream before zero! In fact, the sound of frogs is not a dream! The fragrance of rice flowers says harvest year, listening to the sound of frogs. These two poems suddenly jumped out of my memory. The sound of frogs often reminds me of that summer. I remember that summer was very empty. I rolled up the trouser legs, bare feet, those painful sand and the hopeless paddy field might be summer! I really can’t tell clearly. After leaving my hometown for so many years, I can’t even remember when the rice transplanting was. It was a pure, quiet and ethereal summer night, and the sky was just a little dim. My sister and I walked in front of my mother holding the trouser legs. I forgot what the sunset was like at that time. Maybe the sun had not been seen for a long time and the moon had already hung on the horizon. Hell! I only remember that there were motor vehicles walking back and forth on the cement road that had just been repaired, and there were also people coming back with big buffaloes. The ditch along the road was full of clear water, and the grass in the water could be seen as before. Because it is the water just extracted from the underground well, it is particularly cool. I remembered that there were farmers coming home drinking water near the well nearby. Mom said that the water in the well was cold and transparent, and it was very comfortable to drink. But every time I went there, I couldn’t drink it, because the water outlet was under great pressure and there was a lot of water, so every time I rushed to my face, my clothes were soaked through, in the end, I had to hold it with a pair of small hands. Every time it was sent to my mouth, the water was almost exposed. However, my mother also told me not to play by the water, nor to drink too much. Because the underground well water is very cold, it is easy to get sick after drinking too much. I remembered that when I was walking on the road, I jumped into the paddy field. Then I accidentally found that there were many field snails in the paddy field, so I excitedly asked my sister to come down and pick them up. Many years have passed, and every time I think of it, I can always feel how deep the cold water was when my feet stepped into the paddy field. There were also the sound of frogs one after another, the innocent smiling faces of my sister and I, the joy of looking for frogs with the sound of frogs, the field snails filled with a small iron bucket, and the cry of drinking water buffaloes that I could never forget. I don’t know! After junior high school, I began to live in the school. Generally, it is impossible for the school to have frogs unless there is a pond or ditch beside the dormitory. But in my memory, there is no ditch in the dormitory of junior high school and senior high school, let alone the pond. But since then, the sound of frogs in my dream has never broken. Maybe, maybe it was the summer night of that year, the sound of frogs that night and the cold water that I kept thinking about all the time! The frog sound rings again tonight. I don’t know if it is the frog sound in my childhood. Because I knew there was an invitation moon bridge, a West Moon Lake, and Catkins flying all over the sky not far from the dormitory. Just when I heard the sound of frogs, what I thought of was just the summer night of that year, the water, that man and the Frog sound I thought, the frog sound of that summer night had been engraved in my heart. Whether I am in a noisy city or a remote village. No matter the ditch at home has already been polluted to black, or there is no ditch near the downstairs. The sound of frogs always rings in my ears. Like the lullaby of my grandmother when I was a child: Mountain Lao Yu, black, I stayed at my grandmother’s house for a night, and my grandmother saw haha laughing and I couldn’t forget it any more, I hope I can hear the sound of frogs ringing in my ears every day I live. Even if I am in wuhan, Guangdong, Beijing and Shanghai, no matter the ends of the world. The night is really deep. Happy listening to the music inside has stopped, the roommate’s breathing sounds one after another. In the dark night, I was thinking about the dim mobile phone screen. I don’t want to stay up late, I don’t want. Only Tonight, the frog sound is too loud tonight. Just tonight, tonight I feel sad. In the sound of frogs, the shadow of my childhood, my attachment to nature, my gratitude to the passing of time Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city 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 is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Through the years, the wind from other places blows me old

When I was young, I always wanted to fly to the countryside where I was born and raised myself. What I read in my childhood poems and articles were all the beautiful hometowns of others. Why is the hometown of others as beautiful as mountains and rivers, like poems and dreams, while the land under my feet is as sallow and emaciated as people living on this land, with loess beams everywhere, weeds sparse and trees missing? There are only gray sparrows and rabbits living together in this land. Only monotonous Poplar Willow can be seen in the village, and only apricot trees can be called fruit trees in the whole village. There are only a few apple trees and pear trees in the village, and where do they grow? When I was young, my companions and I knew clearly. How many times have we plotted in the dark night, but most of the time we can only listen to the barking of dogs beside the fruit trees and look at the trees to quench thirst. The birds and flowers in other people’s hometown have attracted me to walk out of that land countless times. When I was young, the place called Jiangnan could give me the greatest imagination. In the young dream, Jiangnan is a poetic and painted world. Girls in Jiangnan are clear and beautiful one by one, with charming voice. However, no matter how much he yearned for the outside world when he was young, his immature feet could not walk out of his parents’ call. After graduating from college, I ran to the hot land in the South without hesitation, which gathered the dreams of countless people in the east, west, south and north of the country. I remember that when I just stepped out of the train with air conditioner and stepped on the GZ land for the first time, the hot and humid air almost made me unable to breathe. In those nights, I almost hid naked in the House, facing the blowing fan, wiping the sweat constantly while beating the mosquito which was full of blood, I kept asking myself: this is the South, and this is the South I have been looking forward! Until now, having lived in this city for more than ten years, I still deeply fear the humid and hot summer here. In countless nights in the south, the beauty of hometown which was neglected because of familiarity in the past gradually expanded clearly, and finally it was engraved in my memory one by one, and I gradually understood that, what is really beautiful is not the misty rain in the south of Yangtze River or the snow in the north of Saibei, but the place called Hometown in your inner emotional world. People are always so contradictory. If you don’t go out, you may live in complaining about this place all your life. But when you leave her and go far, the silk thread tied to your soul is pulled tightly, and you want to cry and shout, then you will understand that the place that has gone away will be the pain of your life. The vast sea of people, walking on the streets of other places. When the sun and the wind blew, the former youth had gone through youth. The child who grew up in his hometown had already been full of wind and frost, and his body was fat. Did he recognize me in his hometown? Before I was twenty years old, I could be regarded as half a farmer and could do some farm work. From the day I walked out of this village, some fields that had been in my name were allocated to others. I abandoned my land and became a city man. In order to live in this strange place, from one city to another, I have traveled in the hot sun for countless times. Panic, confusion and despair were once the themes of my life, in the most difficult time, there was only one or 40 cents left in the pocket. Many times the job market came out and stood on the street where the traffic was rolling. However, my eyes lost their direction and my heart floated and my steps were heavy. No matter how bad life was, even in the most difficult time, I recalled the safety of the past in my dream, but I never thought about going back. Why? After working for several years, I went home for a short family visit. No matter how hard I try and hide my behavior and clothes, I can’t erase the smell of city from me, although I have such distinct peasant characteristics in the city, —– I am a middleman riding on the wall separating the city and the countryside. Those who watched me grow up, those who grew up with me, smiled and greeted me kindly and friendly, but through enthusiasm, I clearly felt, they regard me as the guest of this village. Even my parents and brothers, their too much enthusiasm made me feel scared. Walking through the corners and corners of this village, a stone, a water, a grass and a tree are all so familiar, but they can’t keep me, I can’t take them away. For many more years, I got married and had children in another country, and I also had a house belonging to myself, which could be regarded as settling down. The ancestral home on my daughter’s household register is my birthplace-hometown, but this place no longer has any impression on her. In the future, she would occasionally go back to that place, which was only because of her father. How many times do you suddenly wake up in the middle of the night, but you are at a loss of where you are in the extreme soberness. The body of my body lives in a comfortable house of a tall building in the city, and my soul also floats in the air and cannot calm down. I miss the dilapidated green brick and tile house in my hometown, where my childhood was buried. I want to lie down on the kang in the old house, and I don’t want to pay attention to the troubles in the world any more, so that my soul can return to my body and give me a moment of real peace. But such an opportunity may only become a reality when I really grow old. On that day, when I no longer had the energy to fight in this society, when I needed a place to calm down and have a rest, all I could think of was you. This kind of thought filled me with gradually shame. I know that although you have never blamed me. The steamed rice with Chinese herbs and eggs in my hometown fed me up, but I spent the most golden years in my life in other places. The dried stream, the cut-down poplar trees, the dilapidated old house that can no longer live in, the beautiful school again without any students, all these changes, it seems that it has nothing to do with me. My heart is sad but I have never done anything for you! I cried and sweated in the hometown of others to pursue the so-called happy life. This repetitive inertia Life Day after day makes me forget to think or can’t think, let alone get rid of it. I suffer from this kind of life but depend on it. Autumn. The plants in the South are still green. And my hometown, the north, began to shed leaves. Through the years, the wind from other places blows me and I grow old slowly. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Tea Suo Ji

The first time I drank tea was in my childhood. At that time, my father loved to talk while drinking tea. Every holiday day, uncles and nephews like to go to my home when they are free. My father cooked two bottles of boiled water, scalded the antique teapot with boiling water, put a pinch of green tea, and then made a pot of boiled water. The tea fragrance was lingering around the teapot, pour a cup and take a sip. The tea fragrance blows on your face, making you refreshed. After drinking a few cups of tea, my father opened the chatbox, or talked about the anecdotes that happened recently from place to place, or talked about the stories of parents, or talked about the stories of the Three Kingdoms in the form of a hundred lectures. A cup of tea, a story, a good story. My father passed away for many years, and now there is an old teapot left empty, lying quietly on the tea table, which still seems to exude a faint fragrance of tea. Time goes by, and it’s my college days in a flash. Wu Jun, a roommate friend, because his family runs a big tea house, we roommates are so absorbed that we often use the porcelain tea cup distributed by the school to make a cup of jade sword Green, when the tea leaves met boiling water, the buds scattered in the tea cup, which was really beautiful. After drinking a cup of tea and smacking it, the fragrance overflows the whole body, which makes you feel refreshed. At this time, the roommates gathered together to leave a cup of green tea, facing the wind, pointing to the country and evaluating the characters, which was very comfortable. After graduating from college, he returned to the campus to teach. Teacher Liu, who lived in the same room with me, was an old teacher who retired and rehired and continued to exert his afterheat. After work, his hobby is drinking tea. Every month, an old tea farmer gave him a pack of handmade green tea to drink. Therefore, our rooms and offices were often full of fragrance, which attracted many teachers to come here. We were chatting while drinking tea, talking about interesting teaching stories, talking about trivial matters in life, talking about future prospects, which made us happy. What made people feel regretful was that the old tea farmer left the world forever on a cold winter night. His wonderful handmade tea art was also lost, but the fragrance of green tea was always filled in our hearts. Nowadays, in my middle age, I prefer tea more. In the daytime, I put on a pot of tieguanyin and drank a cup of it lightly. I read books comfortably. When I saw the highlights, the fragrance of tea and books spread in my heart. Make a pot of Jin Junmei at night, turn on the computer, browse the news while sipping a cup of thick Jin Junmei, isn’t it fast! It’s really nice to have tea with you! Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

beishaomen of memory

Eating river powder, holding a string of strings, humming a song, chatting about business, mood flying, smile like flowers, this moment of beautiful moment, there is no source, no return. At this moment, the memory is decorated into a shallow memory, which is as warm as the midnight stars in the dim light. I haven’t indulged myself in this way for a long time. I sat against my friends and looked at the two pieces full of booty in my hand. The feeling of physical and mental pleasure grew unscrupulously in my bones. Hehe, go to his unsanitary, go to his gutter oil, go to his obesity, go to his diarrhea, go to his unhealthy, go to his everything, go to his happiness at this moment, all of a sudden, I found that I was still the former one. When I was rising, I could forget all the rules and act willingly. A bowl of river powder is a hurried figure five years ago; A string is a broken mood three years ago; Those familiar past, those lonely fleeting years, those faces faded away in the time of drifting away. At this moment, wearing colorful wings, they stepped on one after another, flashing and gathering into the most beautiful Milky Way at this moment! The memory of beizuanmen was the busy back of that year, the sweet and sour taste of daily necessities, the struggle of one person and the joys and sorrows of a group of people. The happiness of that year was nothing but poverty, independent years! In that year, I would count the pocket money carefully and calculate the hot cake in the counter; In that year, I would be like an old lady, lined up in a long line, just waiting for the discounted eggs; In that year, I will be excited to see the cheap vegetables on the roadside; In that year, I will be upset because of the teacher’s words; In that year, I will be like a poet walking on the familiar street corner and suddenly feel inexplicable sadness; In that year, looking up at the sky, seeing the snow, you will always be extremely affectionate; That year, when you set foot on a long road, you will always stay in the autumn wind for a while; That year, all the exhaustion and sorrow, it turned out to be the most beautiful note with the flying leaves; In that year, the childlike innocence, the childlike romance, the childlike innocent hope, in that year, at the moment of life flow, the flowers flew in May, memory is in the dust and sand, which locks all the joys and sorrows. The memory of beizuanmen always lingers on the road of growing up. Standing at the familiar Street, through the wind and dust of years, I seemed to see the busy and wandering figure at that time, the figure always passing and walking hurriedly. The girl disappeared, the street corner is still what it used to be! If we go back to the past and stand on the familiar street corner, I think, at this moment, there will be many dreams and longings in our hearts! After many times of going back and forth, the reality has finally sharpened the purity and illusion of dreams. Along the way, time has also shed a slight sadness in the years. This sadness is calm and helpless. I think every child should go through it. If he didn’t care about himself before, how could he get rid of the cocoon in the future? I miss the beisuan Gate, the cheap vegetables on the roadside, the shouting of vendors on the roadside, the bustle of night markets, the special price of people’s happiness, the long journey home and the strange timidity, I miss the enthusiasm of the landlord, the joys and sorrows of you, and the bustle and prosperity of my family! Dear friends, there are different parties in the world. Are you all right? Will you still sing loudly, or have you ever made public arbitrarily? Do you still remember the heroic ambition? Are you still striving for your dream? Do you still remember those promises made when you were young? Young and frivolous, years are like songs. I miss the rock and roll that I have never learned but also echoed in my world when I heard this movement you played! How many reasons are there for nostalgia in the north gate? In those beautiful years, I saw the fragrance when I saw you! Like (prose editor: Rain dancing alone) change the way to continue to stay with this city 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 is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Rain of River

At first, a few drops fell on the tea table. It was raindrops instead of raindrops. Then it became dense slowly. There were a few thunder from far away, and the outside was its world. At that time, I was sitting on the terrace and drinking tea. It was not too dark. There was a gentle wind around you, cigarettes and peanuts. I was thinking about creating an atmosphere, before it started, it ended hastily. The rain in the South is like this. Most of them have no warning in advance. Of course, it is cloudy, and it is also predicted that there will be rain. But when it comes down, it will do whatever it wants. It was not like this in the north. The wind was blowing and the clouds were flying, the branches were shaking, the Thunder and lightning were flashing, the sand and stones were flying, and the foreplay was done. When the rain fell down, the street was almost sparsely populated, sitting in the room, extensive and rhythmic. I have been feeling the climate difference between the South and the North. In fact, it is quite different. When the rainy season comes, the rain in the South is more like a newly-married little woman, which is gentle and lingering, it is very suitable for literati and scholars to have some warm atmosphere, It has been patter for several days and more than ten days, and the amorous feelings that can be laid down are full. The washed clothes will not be washed for a long time, but I still feel unsatisfied and will not give up. While in the north, it was supposed to be a poignant rural woman who was singing for a while. It was a galloping horse and very sexy, but then it rained and sunny, leaving only some unscrupulous marks, trance and hazy, like a dream. The season has been on the road, changing our clothes bit by bit. We must remember the beauty we see carefully, or we will pass without paying attention, and it is hard to say when we can see it again. In front of the wide French window, I felt that I was very close to the rain, a little cold, and fell uncontrollably, like a river that couldn’t stop my steps. I was attracted by friends and was full of wine, in the sober rhythm, crystal clear. Compared with the occurrence of nature, human beings will classify them one by one with various understandings. For example, when they see red beans, they pretend to think of lovesickness. In the movie, they say that they feel sad and choked, Background for a long time, the waves or lightning of the sea, the windows blown open and closed by the wind, and the cracked riverbed remind us of hunger and thirst, while the snowflakes falling slowly, the quiet night of stars and moon, let’s taste our emotions and cultivation slowly. The most sentimental thing is the rain. The sentimental rain adds all the emotional colors, words, plays, songs, music, we tried our best to put the shadow of rain in the place where it could be placed. The pictures were unfolded one by one. Let the rain tell you what you want. It was just the real rain and never talked, listen to You obediently, slowly merge into your own power, change into another identity, rivers and lakes, do not talk to others. It seems to turn into rain, the clear and clean rain, some impulse to walk out and hug them, at least you can sing a simple song with them, go down the stream, countless raindrops are bustling and mighty, Wherever you go, you will remember deeply. If we open their origins from ancient times, we can see everything about them, especially for human beings for food, the long rain-seeking team and desperate land can tell you, the cut-off riverbed can tell you that few people connect the relationship between rain and rivers, but how many rivers will die slowly without the news of rain, outside the city, weathered stones and deserts can tell you that beside ditches and ponds, waterbirds and fish can tell you that there are flowers and grasslands, fruits and vegetables, skin and air, I am looking forward to telling you the truth and sincerity associated with the rain in the distance. It is said that the conflicts between trees and plants and human beings are getting fiercer and fiercer. It is said that excessive logging and exploitation have challenged the laws of nature. It is said that rain and rivers have become more and more straightforward in recent years, when it’s time to go down, we shouldn’t keep going down, but you should have been the children of God. We can’t really see the Rainy River clearly, Just like we cannot fully understand ourselves. The rain settled leisurely, just like a huge curtain woven by thousands of threads. At night, it was too far to see. What could be distinguished was the light, just like the stars, in front of the house and behind the house silently cast a soft eye wind, confronting you, making you feel the warmth of the villagers and neighbors. Next is a long rainy night. In such a night, with the rain accompanying you, will you still be so lonely? There was a long breeze. I lifted the curtain gently and looked into the room. Then, I shook my delicate long hair and went straight away. Like (prose editor: Rain dancing alone) change the way to continue to stay with this city 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 is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Goodbye and never see

All feelings are like a book. If you read too fast, you will easily miss it. If you read too carefully, you will cry. To say goodbye gently means that I didn’t go to the university where he was. I couldn’t find him because I was afraid or timid in my heart. In short, I didn’t see him. On the way back, I cried. My tears fell down unconsciously and collapsed again. I think I am a child who doesn’t like crying, but once I think of something related to him, all my grievances turn into tears and fall down. There is no reason, only tears. I can’t help walking like this, and I don’t dare to expect proudly any more. Because I love you, I don’t see you. I let you go. At the same time, I let myself lose in your city. Sitting in the car, I watched the flickering street view, like paintings of backward ink and wash, dodge. I think there are too many uncertainties about the way we are going to take. Most of the time, a word of advice from others, perhaps a flash of our own, occasional gains and losses, we are changing the direction of our destiny all the time. The world is unpredictable. After that, let me know that there is no need to be too stubborn when things happen. For those feelings that don’t matter how to start, it is like meeting a casual passers-by, just missing is just a passer-by. No one can take away anything, and why should they be entangled in a certain person, a certain moment, a certain thing. Only when you have understood and figured it out can you follow the fate, the nature and the heart. Don’t be anxious, don’t be impatient, don’t be sad, don’t be salty, don’t be light. Maybe life is just like a cup of plain boiled water. Before love begins, you can never imagine that you will love someone like that. Before love is over, you can never imagine that kind of love will disappear. At the end of love, you will find that love can be so humble. Forget the past, you can never imagine that unforgettable love will only leave a faint trace. Before love starts again, you can never imagine that you can find that kind of love again. When I was polished by my life, I was no longer as vigorous as before. In fact, some people never had a chance to see each other until they had the chance to meet each other, But I hesitated again. There are some things that I have never had a chance to do. When there is a chance, I don’t want to do it again. Some words were buried in my heart for a long time. I didn’t have a chance to say them. When I had a chance to say them, I couldn’t say them. Some love has never had a chance to love. When there is a chance, I will no longer love it. There are many chances to say something, but I think I will talk about it later. When I want to say something, I have no chance. We have drawn a outline and a texture of our feelings in our hearts. He should be clean, beautiful, gentle and chivalrous. He would love me a lot. He gave up his army to be my Armor. He overthrew the whole world just for me to smile. He would tuck the quilt and pour a cup of warm tea for me when the Japanese wind was sharpened and the autumn cold was covered. But he only exists in fairy tales. After all, life is just rice, oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar tea. Those people who have appeared in dreams for countless times often just comfort themselves, but they are so persistent in love, thinking and reading that they can’t find such people in life, so I no longer believe in love. If he loves me because I love him, then this kind of love will be a disguised punishment for me, and it is already a myth in our imagination that we have come here, often the biggest characteristic of myth is unbelievable. After thinking for a long time, I think I am waiting for someone who can draw a pause on my lonely story; One who can accompany me to listen to all the sad love songs, but it won’t make me want to cry; A person who I can find one hundred shortcomings in her, but still insists on loving her; A person who will tell me that we have a pit to jump together, there are people who taste hardships together and live together for a lifetime! In fact, I have been waiting for you, don’t you really know? You are always so determined to believe that we are impossible. You always think that this kind of love can not last long. But you have never given a chance to start, how can you be together? Our love was strangled by you before it began. Don’t force or expect. Touch lack of pity. I often think of someone who used to be by accident. It’s not that I can’t forget it, but that I can’t let it go. Those concerns that were unwilling to mention to anyone were growing in the dark corner. I always meet people who shouldn’t give up when I don’t understand love, but after I understand love, I just plant unintentional harm. Later I realized that only when I met someone could I truly understand the meaning of love; Only when I missed someone could I truly feel the feeling of heartache. I thought you would understand what I did. However, I was wrong about the place where love was originally left. I have been hurt by leaving for countless times, but there is only one sentence in love: who doesn’t know how to leave without love, but those who love always don’t have the heart to hurt each other, although everyone believes that they can break up, the one who is always the favorite always expects the other side to still love. If it is love, if everything is still there, even if you look back with hurt, but I will say that I have never left goodbye, which means I will never see again. All the beauty and sadness have already been fixed on each other’s life track. They looked at each other, and finally they just forgot each other. No longer see: and. No longer fell in love. No longer connected. Goodbye, I will never see you again. If you can’t love it, please forget it. Whose time is in whose story is getting old, like pictures that cannot be told. Forget who’s face, who’s heart is old, the similar place and time, we met but pretended to never see again, the secrets we had exchanged were gradually buried into dreams. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. 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