Whisper

The waiting moon hangs, who cares about; The vast sea of people, the world of mortals. A hurried journey along the way. Although there are no scars all over the body, it is also full of vicissitudes and tired wind and dust. What is my persistent heart looking for now? In this quiet night, the soft light becomes sometimes transparent and sometimes blurred. She needs a piece of pure land, far away from utilitarian innocence. With a fine pen and a few pages of plain paper, the soul stumbles between the words. Quiet as poetry, melodious as rhyme; Sun, moon and stars, wind, frost, snow and rain. To compose another movement of life, the past changes. I just come gently and leave gently, away from harsh and vulgar, and cherish the eternity of life in my heart forever. The Moonlight moves through the curtain, the wind touches the Blue Wind Bell, Ding Dong Ding Dong let this young and vigorous heart gallop in the wind; Let the hazy fog soak the long miss, the mottled fragments fade away the footprints of clear autumn. There was a kind of missing that quietly broke into my heart and mischievously stirred up the ripples in my heart. The persistent you in the distance and the successful you influence my life journey. If we had never had that hard time before, how could we achieve success and joy today. Maybe time has already left deep marks on your face, which certainly adds mature charm, but I will always keep the childishness in my heart. The little poem rang in my ear again, the promise I gave you for my dream: the gentle moonlight is like your appearance, which makes my missing gradually cool through the window the night has become long looking forward to your time your handsome face is only fragrant in my dream remember your happy appearance picking up hope I traveled and waited with you on the road of dreams. Listening to the familiar melody “the original scenery of hometown”, I had a new hope in this quiet night, this yearning is happy. Wake up in a dream, in this sunny morning Like (prose editor: prose online) 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…

Are you okay in Taipei?

The night is deep, the Moonlight is like water over the windowsill, the ground is scattered, my thoughts are floating, at this time, is the street of Taipei full of your wandering footsteps? I have a lot of thoughts and feel in a trance that the text message has not been returned for a long time; The mobile phone is blocked, as always, this is not your style of doing things. After repeated calls, the world seems to be blind; Suddenly I find that you have become illusory. I held it in my hand and there was nothing else except your words. I walked through your lines again and again, but lost again and again. I began to doubt myself that I was not your beauty and vanilla? Then I may be a little confused by your scenery when you pass? I don’t know where to spread a kind of pain, but I can’t tell it clearly, but it is like a knife and arrow stabbed, big fear, startled, tears filled my pillow, and it is also a dream. But breath breath still, love dearly as before, miss you, strong. A kind of lovesickness, two idle sorrows. It seems that it is just a week of Taipei public faction, but time is like entering the track of stagnation, and every inch can not move away the date that should disappear. When lovesickness comes into words, the mood is drifting like falling red, which is filled with gurgling water. Dreams become the only luggage. In express delivery, people who can arrive are always complaining of tears and pain. The attention to Taipei and the island is growing at an unprecedented speed. No one knows why I am so fascinated. In the shining corner of Xingchen, I opened a small secret silently and touched it alone: I care about a city only because there is someone who makes me lonely now. The poetry from your ears: I am on your hill, you are on my heart; You are the sleepless night of my life, you are my blooming flowers! Lonely as you, lonely as me! Warm feelings are covered with the imprints of missing; Wisps of sadness and silky sorrow turn into engraved marks in the bottom of my heart. For several days, my friends looked at me losing weight, seeing my less and less words, but they didn’t expect that I lost myself. A simple reason, even if there is wind and rain, you should stick to the happiness on the petals for you. There is a gentle wind outside the house. Is Taipei the same? There is no elegance of playing the lute at night, as if someone murmured in a dream, fuzzy and warm. Are you tired or not? OK, only single shadow, you, heart can sleep? When the street was already cold and clear, my mind was crowded on the road. Calculate your return time and look forward to meeting you at that moment. Towards your direction, my eyes are full of dark fragrance, and I will sneak my missing again and again. Under The knot of your hero to the south, I will stand on the Hill of my hometown as the wound that Soma flower is looking forward. Count your heartbeats and recall all your good things in the loneliness. There is a book saying that it is good to love to eight points, save two points for yourself, or you will feel heartbroken and helpless. But I am willing to reach ten. I believe that from the past life to this life, I and you have always been a ghost. Tonight, my thoughts are like the overflowing moonlight, more like the beautiful chapters of butterflies flying in the poem. This is the rain Festival in Taipei. I can’t accompany you to watch the rain, but the water drops are cool and cool with me, accompanying you under the lonely umbrella; I will hide my concerns in the bottom of my heart when I meet, afraid that your melancholy eyes will melt my melancholy, because no one knows you better than me! I am writing quietly, pouring out warmth and happiness, and writing the eternal lovesickness into the end of the text. You are the only understanding and yearning I want. 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