Wind chimes of story

Wind chimes of story

Compose our stories and show them to the old. The beauty of wind chimes is not in structure, your beauty is not in appearance, I love your heart as if I understand the melody of wind chimes, crisp and loud, you don’t have to explain, don’t be afraid, I am such a very careful woman. I put you in my heart and put you there. I will not touch you or disturb you. I hope you will continue to stay there, the story of wind chimes has to continue, and today is the beginning. The night is always so quiet. The difference is that I like it very much today. I like its quietness. I turn the wind chimes and the crisp melody resounds in my ears, I couldn’t help stopping something in my hand and tapping the keyboard. I haven’t opened that page for a long time. I was moved to tears when I received the gift at the age of 17, maybe I haven’t seen much of the world, or I haven’t received such a gift that I love. Women are always easily moved, as long as you care a little, care a little, surprise a little, romance a little. Looking at the wind chimes rotating quietly on the table, the slow but wonderful melody, I didn’t receive such a gift for the first time, but my mood was different for the first time. The story of wind chimes will continue. I looked at the object on the table, which was spinning quietly. I thought it would compose a wonderful story, telling us and listening to our past when we were old, listen to our stories, how we started, and we no longer have the strength to recall. Understatement, Melody to wind chimes to compose our past, our tomorrow and our youth. Tell the story of wind chimes to later generations. 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…