Miss not scale

Miss not scale

The world is flashy, the clouds are smoky, the sea of people is boundless, where is the true feeling. The lover in my heart, the lover in my dream, the unmeasurable missing —– inscription rain is another weekend, or isolate myself from the stuffy summer, enjoying the sweetness of missing alone, listening to the affectionate songs and voices repeatedly, the sentimental and lyrical words always bring me into the infinite intoxication of imagination and infinite intoxication. In this way, in the boundless river of happiness, the wings of love are springing up, traveling in your warm embrace is only to find a kind of spiritual sustenance, an uncontrollable emotion, a kind of true love from the heart, and an unmeasurable miss. Yes, dear, I miss you. I don’t know what reason makes me so romantic, what power makes me think so much, and how to comfort my increasingly anxious mood caused by missing. The time is long, the road is long, Dear Lover! You intruded into my life gracefully, rendering the rosy fragrance for my vast and gray emotional world, making me stay for you at the corner of my life without hesitation. It is you who evoke my youthful cardamom passion again, making me feel the sweetness, bitterness and pain of love again in the past years of confusion, and the enrichment of love in life. Today, I just want to say to you, dear, thank you, you make me happy and proud, because I know there is a person who cares and loves me all the time in some corner of the world, though, I can’t touch your gentle charm, but I strongly feel your fervent love flow, which is incubating the lovely emotion in our hearts with its fervent emotions. Although love is silent, but this kind of passion seems to be unstoppable, as if thousands of throats are shouting, I love you, dear, you are the place where I go through thousands of mountains and rivers. You are my unmeasured miss. Although we are thousands of miles away from each other, although our love has too much helplessness, although we hate each other late, although we cannot predict the way to return love. However, dear, even though the world is old, I will still be in place with my favorite, magnanimous and sincere heart to love you, wait for you, bless you and bless the people you love. I will miss you forever, embrace the dream, go back and forth, and the gods travel. Dear, maybe, occasionally I will express my love to the sea, because I know that the fish in the sea will listen to my heart and move here. The fish will jump into the air, holding me the most gentle, send the most sweet love words to your ears, and take my infinite caress to kiss your hair corners and cheeks. Dear, maybe, occasionally I will express my feelings to the moon and revel in the gentle moonlight, because it is just like the greenhouse where we meet, floating and floating, the murmured flower language is like thousands of scattered fragrant roses. The soul is around us. Those dotted stars blink their eyes and dance happily to cheer up. Those leisurely summer insects! They also played the love Symphony affectionately for us, and there were also naughty playing insects who would always send charming blessings with slender claws. Dear, I don’t know whether this kind of missing is long or short, near or far, but I know very well that you have never left my heart or the harbor of our love for a moment. Although, I don’t know when and when I can truly feel your breath and the love flow that is too deep to the bottom of the sea, but I know that every rhythm of your heartbeat is surging Our Love Boat, comforting my surging heart, making me wander comfortably, enjoying the sweetness of lovesickness alone, enjoy take in ai zhi mi. Friends, maybe you will say that my missing is too far away and too rich, maybe you will say that my love is too ethereal to ponder, maybe you will say that my love is like the wind and cannot stay or hold. But friends, do you know that in fact, I am just an ordinary and elegant person with rich feelings at the same time. I am thousands of miles away from the world, thousands of miles away from the sea of clouds, just to find a true love, looking for a missing beauty. Maybe God will give me a gift, at the next detour, at the next corner, dear, you will hold the Purple Rose full of fragrance, stand at the intersection, with my familiar smile, welcome my wandering around the world with the broad and magnificent embrace, and from then on, give me a warm greenhouse and a destination full of love, sweetness and sincerity. Maybe, at that time, I will give the measure of missing to your heart and the boundless rose love. Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) 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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Silent leaves

Through the flowery of spring, the fervor of summer and the sadness of autumn, it is the cold silence of winter. The prosperity is over, the curtain is lightly closed, and the loneliness and coldness of the individual curtain are scattered. Although the hot summer is approaching, I still feel the cold of my heart. Tired and tired, so I wanted to retire and become a cold bystander, watching all kinds of things in the world, the warmth and coldness of human feelings, the world of mortals, the tears falling down, and the love breaking. The four seasons of life and emotion are not like the Four Seasons of nature? It is a natural destiny to change from flowery to coldness. It deposits sadness in the cold silence, impetuous in the cold silence, desire in the cold silence. After all impurities are deposited in the cold silence, the sky of the soul gradually becomes clear and clear. The past is like smoke, gradually faded, gone and dispersed. If it is not because of forgetting, it is because of treasure. I want to be a silent leaf, stay away from the increasingly ugly worldly wisdom, disputes, tangles, helplessness, love and hate, and everything! I just want to be a silent leaf living in the corner! I want to be a silent leaf, watching the flowers bloom and fall, seeing the clouds rolling and the clouds rolling, not being surprised by honor and disgrace, not feeling sad and happy. I want to be a silent leaf, with a pair of clear eyes, a transparent heart, a sensitive soul and an extremely strong will. I want to be a silent leaf, smile to the moon, talk to flowers, pour out my heart to the night sky, and make wishes to meteors. I like it, not because of you, but because of this gentle and affectionate heart; I am sad, not because of you, but because of this sentimental soul. I am my, I am of the mind, I am natural; I am perceptual, I am rational; I am rich, I am succinct; I am dream of, I am indifferent; I am passionate, I am deep. I am complex. Silence is not indifference, but a silent gaze and waiting. Silence is not coldness, but persistence and affection that is loyal to oneself and soul. 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…