Monologue romance

I held that cigarette in my hand and said something alone, asking the rusty key to open the door of the sun. Ah, let all the sunshine string up the wish. Ah, let every past grow full of flowers and plants. Ah, let love and hate become more and more prosperous and refined. Running away, complaining about heaven and people on Geely’s digital. 168 168, all the way, all the way, the bitter spring and autumn on the land full of scars. Ah, who shouted in the tenacious trek? There are sharp swords in the heartbeat. I had no choice but to light the paper money in my hand. In the years of sacrifice and the time of gods, I arranged a spell into a line with strong wind and rain and tragic footprints, feeling life and death. Seeing the red mountains and forests everywhere, and the red leaves flying in all directions on the road, the imagination of you and me turned into poems and songs. Beauty and ugliness, truth and falsehood are intertwined with the joys and sorrows of life all the time, and those warm. The reflection is the figure of you and me, scarred. Trap, in the scene covered with colorful colors, the green leaves on the free branches turned yellow, chanting poems. The Shadow in the flowing water became thinner, singing songs. Everything grows and matures in the wind and rain, and the wonderful flowers are in every scar on the land. How much comfort and romance have turned into a wisp of sunshine and dust, falling heavily on that tortuous and bumpy road, immersed in the Vientiane moaning by every line of footprints, rich in the aftertaste and curse of life. I carved a line of words on the stone. Ah, staring at the stone statue, the world is hot and cold. The worry of life, trudge in the fire and water. All-inclusive, on each piece of plaid manuscript paper. The trembling of the wind pushed all the Hearts away. Yes, the wine flag was riddled with holes in the vast expanse. Yes, in the vast dream, everything is greedy. Yes, the conspiracy between him and her was locked in the mighty. I walked from one kind of music to another kind of music, and many kinds of maturity and enthusiasm gradually became that nature print, homeless, I had to stand beside that old tree and overlook the Spring and Autumn period, lamenting the time. Therefore, the wind and sand blew the old years, and you and me. The sound of the waves is still the same, passing away on that leaf. The road in the palm of your hand is full of the sound of heart and heart. Standing sadly, all the scenes were mottled. Along the melody of the happy hometown, I walked into the sunshine and moonlight, and walked into the small stone house surrounded by the fence, talking about flowers and plants, it became the nursery rhyme and enchanting mountain ballad which was blown by trumpet flowers on the mud wall. The alternation of the new and the old is reciprocating one by one. Passing by, the peaks and valleys of each time forever. Love and hate, like the wind and rain, filled with the world how many thoughts, heavy waves of foot sound. The white color chased by time is thick into colorful colors. Overlooking, the dark clouds, the Phantom waves, dream into a blossoming flower in the sky. Black and White are clear, far-reaching in the vast expanse. In the wandering story, there is another pain. Therefore, I arranged the initial imagination into Hieroglyphs Without rhyme one by one, reflecting the cloak and bathing figures one by one, rising or falling on the green branches. From then on, in every meditation, I nodded my head, sighing from the wings of life far or near, and the leisurely call echoed a burst of songs of my mother. There was a pain in taking care all the way, over the mountains. There is a kind of wandering, standing in the wind and rain. The bird’s wings became tired into every sound of the waves. Maybe, in your eyes and me, the strands of wind and dust are attached to the beginning one after another, and the breath of life contains the most beautiful and tragic plots and contents; how much I want to get close to you, and experience your heartbeat and breath with warmth. All sorts of strange things, thick is that layer of dust. The music played by all parties is also a wisp of dust. A wild love is popular in the whisper of the blowing wind. Is? The dust blew on my face, which made me open my heart and marvel at doors and windows in the scarred scene of swords and swords. Insomnia, fireworks and the deep-rooted memories of breaking into the door turned into oil paintings full of insects and fishes. I finally understood the past and rearranged the days full of wind and rain one by one, putting all my doubts in the running water, hanging all in the light and water, not those bare branches, overlook the dream again and again. I finally figured out the emotion of that period, and put the most fashionable advertisement on everyone’s face, every modern word is full of the ups and downs of the world and life, as well as the gains and losses and the right and wrong. Finally, I found the mistake brought by beauty, marching silently on the crisscross road, regardless of the wind and waves, footprints and the sigh of the figure, the song and the picture scroll of life are written again and again, attracting the soul. From then on, I picked up the bleeding feather and chatted. Since then, all the romance remains warm and cold Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. 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Students Suo Ji

There are three railways in life: we went through the window together, we carried guns together, we went down to the countryside together, and we naturally talked about classmates, comrades-in-arms and educated youth. A specific period breeds a specific feeling. Comrades-in-arms came from all corners of the country. They gathered together for three years. They left each other at once. The soldiers who were beaten by iron platters and running water constantly cut the war friendship. The educated youth who had been working together in the countryside for many years, eating and sleeping together, naturally gathered a deep feeling. And the relationship between classmates is the most common. Almost everyone has been to school, so there is a relationship between classmates. My primary school classmates met each other again after decades. I’m afraid it’s hard to recognize each other again. Due to the passing of times, their appearance changed greatly. Only those outstanding performances can make people remember. When I was in primary school, one of my classmates was very thin and tall, and he was also fond of making troubles. According to his appearance, my classmates gave him a nickname called thin crutch. Although thin crutch was tall, but he was often pressed down and hit his ass after making trouble. Another classmate was very sturdy, as fat as wax gourd, and he was more fond of making trouble. His classmate gave him a nickname called pee bucket. Once in a while, my classmates met each other on the way. They didn’t mind even when they said hello to each other, so they came to talk with you happily. Later, he went to Shenzhen to work hard and became a rich man, but the urine bucket caused sudden cardiac death due to overwork. In the future, his classmates couldn’t help talking about him, so they could only pursue the past of primary school in glittering tears. When I went to middle school, I lived most of the time because my school was far away from home. At that time, power outage had become a habit. My classmate Cheng Jun often invited me to his home to review my lessons at this time. I couldn’t help asking for it, so the kerosene light of Cheng Jun’s house was lit up until late at night. His grandmother often carries several boiled eggs when we are tired of homework, which is our best midnight snack. Now, Cheng has been admitted to a famous school and become a parent in a certain place, and his career is booming. After entering the university, my classmates came from all over the country. They gathered together in Mandarin with different local characteristics, learned and lived together, and shared similar feelings. Sometimes they tell anecdotes in their hometown dialect, which is wonderful and accurate, which often makes people laugh. When a female classmate came to the dormitory to visit a male classmate from a fellow countryman, the chair was already full, then the male classmate said: let’s go to bed! When the words came out, all the students in the dormitory burst into laughter. Only they were confused and didn’t know why they laughed. It turned out that this dialect was translated into Mandarin: We sat by the bed and chatted! In 2008, the college classmates had a classmate party, and everyone had become a father and a mother. This gathering, they became more mature and indifferent to the hippie smiling faces of the past. Returning to the branch of the division, the white tower still stands on the bank of Ganjiang River, just a few mottled. The White Tower held by dreams still silently stared at the east, the sailing boats shuttling back and forth in the surging river, and the Green Mountains along the riverside were still silently staring at the huge waves beating both sides and surging north, but the beautiful peach blossom forest was replaced by factories one after another. The college has moved to the Golden district as a whole, and we have been searching for the former campus site all the way. However, the numerous shops made us lost our direction and only left the dream of one place on the civilized Avenue. After the party, the students went their own way. After 15 years of waiting, several days of gathering and separation, I felt like a dream suddenly. Between students, know belong, even live far apart, also cut constantly thick students love. A classmate said well: there was an experience called classmate, a relationship called classmate, and a relationship called classmate. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) 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…