Listen to music at midnight: Love is a cup of wine that everyone can get drunk

On a quiet night, it began to rain again. Through the fuzzy glass, I looked at the hazy part outside the window. The ticking rain gently touched my heart. Sleeping at night, listening to the wind blowing and rain, the tenderness is deep into my dream. I sat alone in front of the screen, listening to Yan Xu’s sad song “Love is drunk to everyone”, which was performed with deep feelings. I shook my glass and drank Shaoxing old wine, intoxicated in the twilight. A woman’s tears are drunk every drop/a man’s heart is broken when rubbing/Love is tired and hate is tired/don’t love or hate no taste/Don’t say you are wrong/Don’t say I am right/gratitude and resentment there is no right or wrong/The Mystery of Life/how many people can guess right/love this cup of wine everyone can get drunk/Don’t say that you are wrong/Don’t say that I am right/no right or wrong/The Mystery of Life/how many people can guess right/Love no one can get drunk with this glass of wine. This is the ending song of the TV series “women in ancient villages. The catchy melody and easy-to-understand lyrics directly express the feeling of love that makes women cry, makes men heartbroken, makes people tangled, tired but hard to let go. The singing is sometimes delicate and melodious, sometimes high-pitched and loud, singing the love and hatred of men and women in the world of mortals. A Song of helplessness of love touched my feelings, shook off my tears, just like a drop of rain slips into my heart sea, stirring up waves of tears, throbbing heart, unable to calm down. Once the sea was difficult to be water, except Wushan is not a cloud. Everyone has his own unforgettable love. In the past sea, the initial comfort was like a dreamy feeling. The beauty when I first saw it still appeared before my eyes. Your tranquil and sweet smile is just like the peach blossom blooming in the gentle wind and drizzle, which makes my eyes beautiful and touches my heart. That kind of excitement, that kind of Sprout, made you love me. The road is long, people are far away, one end of the world, one corner, across thousands of mountains and rivers, I miss you in my dream, miss you in my heart. The meaning is so sweet and the love is so deep that how many words sway through the fingers and become beautiful poems. If it was not the previous life agreement, how could the vast crowd meet you? If it is not the fate of this life, how can you have the same path in Yingying years? You are destined to be a legend in my life. After years, the heart of no longer young has not had too many dreams, but along the way, there are still many unwillingly entangled in the heart, unable to express and difficult to tell. Passing away, leaving only sadness. At first, the love which aroused my heart, like the instant beauty of fireworks, has passed away quietly. The beauty and touch of the past have become passing clouds. But the shadow shining in my heart is still clear, and what flows in my heart is still the attachment and reluctance. In the interweaving of love and hate, in the entanglement of love and resentment, how many love seas have withered, how many love threads have been broken, how many liver and intestines have been broken, and how many faces have become old. It lasts forever and sometimes ends, and this hatred is endless. What is love? Everyone’s interpretation is different. For me, love is a kind of worry that is haunted by my soul. Love is a kind of unforgettable miss that cannot be pulled out from the depth of love. It can make people crazy, and it can also make people crazy. Anyone who drinks the Cup of love must be drunk! What is love in the world? Teach people life and death! Love is just like a poppies swaying in the wind. It is enchanting to bloom coldly and charming, sending out Irresistible fragrance. After a deep suck of greed, the heart is drunk! In countless days and nights, I used to anesthetize myself with alcohol constantly, but I was tortured by pain again and again, and my body was covered with bruises. In the deserted corner, I once cried sadly. I used to tap the keyboard to pour out tears to comfort my injured heart and bury this feeling in the deep of my soul. Maybe some fate is destined to end. A deep-rooted love is always a love full of twists and turns and regrets. It is just like a romantic love song, with sadness and regret in sadness and beauty. Maybe this disappointment will make me understand the twists and turns of love. Looking back suddenly, although I experienced disappointment and regret, I gained another kind of touch and happiness. Love is in my heart, drunk in my dream. The bright yellow wine under the lamp was seducing me. I raised my glass and looked up to drink it up again! Everyone says that drinking will make you drunk, and drinking will hurt your health, so you can’t drink more. I said, love is more likely to make people drunk than wine, and it can also make people heartbroken! Love is as rich as old wine which contains the old girl’s red wine in, lingering in my heart. No one can get drunk with the wine of love, but in front of the secular world, no one can resist the temptation of the wine of love. Love is a cup of wine, everyone must be drunk. But how many people will get drunk with the Cup of love? Love, no one is right or wrong, love, no right or wrong. Only who loves who is more, only who hurts who is deeper. Fate is born, everything is the arrangement of fate. In my life, in my life, love has been abandoned constantly, and love has been regained constantly, going round and round. When I am drunk, I will see the flickering light in the cup and count my past in this life. Only when I have loved can I know deeply, and only when I am drunk can I know how strong the wine is. Some people say that a life without regrets is not a real life, but I really don’t know where my fate is? It is hard for me to say how much I have lost? It is also difficult for me to measure what I have got? The gentle breeze and drizzle outside gently knocked on the glass on the window, as if telling my beautiful and sad love stories one by one in the past. I don’t know how much romance has passed in my life? How many true feelings in my life have disappeared in the wind and rain? Women’s tears get drunk with one drop/men’s hearts are broken with one RUB/Love is tired and hate is tired/don’t love or hate no taste listen to music at midnight, singing is flying. Listening to the melancholy melody and sad melody, I stretched out my hand and filled the glass again. I raised my hand and poured out the wine in the glass. When you are drunk, you can see the world of mortals. I always thought that if something was put down, I would never remember it again. But the long life has accumulated too many Spoony feelings, and my heart tears slide quietly on the keyboard with the ups and downs of songs and the rain. I wiped the tears off my face casually, lit a cigarette for myself with a lighter, and tried to find myself in the mist. The drunk of love, the drunk of love, the cup is full of tears, the hate is also drunk, the pain is also drunk, the Cup has aftertaste. Love is like a glass of wine. Everyone can get drunk. I am drunk in my difficult feelings. I am drunk in the thousand years. I am drunk on the road of love. 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. 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