Where flowers bloom, I miss you

Where flowers bloom, I miss you

For you, I would like to gather a sleeve of flowers, guard a city alone, enjoy the loneliness of the whole life, even if the heart sounds are no one to listen, even if the messy steps scattered on the ground of heart injury. -Notes

Looking at the catkins flying like snow in front of the door, the gate of memory opened again. I changed into a long white dress and put on a pink scarf. I came to the edge of Nantang. In front of us, the peach blossom is blooming. A gust of wind blows, petals fall down, touching my heart. This thing, this scene, why not teach people to miss you? I couldn’t help walking forward, folding a peach blossom lightly, picking one and inserting it into a bun. I lowered my head and smelt the fragrance of peach blossom, and I walked into the memory again. I remembered that year when you and I met here today, the peach blossoms in the garden were smiling for us; I remembered that day of that year, you and me, and the peach blossoms reflected each other. Unexpectedly, there was an unpredictable wind and cloud in the sky, and a strong wind swept in. The wind passed, and peach blossoms flew, and the falling England was like rain. Canhong, smudged the streets, and also messed up my mood. From then on, under the lonely light, I was alone, touching the heartbeat under the peach blossom tree in my memory with my heart, writing and pondering, and leaving myself alone. Once love begins, the end of the world is at hand; Once love passes by, the end of the world is at hand. Is this a joke given to me by God in this world? For me, can the so-called happiness in this world only stay in the dream of blooming peach blossoms? Yijiang Liulan, whose beauty has been locked? Who’s haggard covered by a light makeup? A paper dust Dream, whose heart is broken? Who’s the dark fragrance after a storm? When you cherish the past and stand in canyang, who will be sad when thinking of nishang alone? Leaning in the dream, crying alone when waking up. Green poplars fly, spring breeze is silent. Now, scenery still, Mountain difficult Xu. I have forgotten how many days I wore a mask, forced to smile and pretended to forget the truth of the reality; I have forgotten how many nights I walked on the edge of my dream, searching, looking for a tender that can comfort the wound. Although the windowsill I miss is lonely, it is still my favorite. This life, this heart, this love, only belong to you. Without you, how can I continue the love story in my life? Who has fallen into the soul of Lingling in the world of mortals, and the lingering soul is deeply obsessed with the third generation? King know? Year after year, year after year, my heart is still moving to you and me, just like the minute and second of that month of that year. On the other side, smoke flows, are you waiting like me? After you don’t go, when I walk in the noisy streets of the city, a similar voice and a similar figure will always make me lose my mind for a moment. In the night of missing, I often like to show a piece of plain paper, sitting quietly in the night alone in a daze. More often, I will lock myself in a silent world, regardless of whether the flowers and plants are flourishing or whether the seasons are warm or cold, I only replayed the once warm and touching fragments in my mind, and only tried hard to search for your memory, trying hard to understand your breath. Then, keeping the pure land in my heart alone, let the lovesickness of every day and night turn into the plain language of white lotus, and turn into the pure white of season after season. It is said that it is the most beautiful April day in the world, but now I live up to the spring rhyme and spring scenery. I just stay in the forest and sing alone, and my listless eyes are swaying with the wind into thin blue smoke. Now, I am still guarding the Lonely Town, listening to the melody of the lonely River, writing lonely poems of fleeting years, waiting for the passing of green birds foolishly. In front of me, the wind was blowing slowly, brushing my sad face, falling from my eyebrows to my heart, gently stirring the broken heartstrings, which failed to adjust for a long time, only causing the sigh in my heart to rise and fall, falling down and lifting up……

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