Miss you, don’t complain about divorce

Miss you, don’t complain about divorce

A pot of wine laugh thousand Cup, half round moon see reunion. Tonight drinking alone day thing, where smoke Fei what sad. Love Rain, hate worried, Cold Heart empty through. Wine diaphragm song has ba chang, my soul dream broken. Blame King payed, is v heartbroken. Tear drops look back, empty Sijun, empty blame ruler over. Blame you, blame you, hate love, hate you. -Paper: fencing sparsely late into the night silence, below the moon shadow in waiting, guarding a yellow lamp, I static standing at a window, that moon. Looking back at the whole city, my heart is like smoke and rain. When the wind blows, I shake down the ground with mottled lovesickness and get drunk with the euphemism of words. I look forward to walking and cherishing with you in the deepest world of mortals and having a long. Long way, feeling distant, how much affection silk winding in the heart? Meaning earnestly, qing mian mian, love to the depths how much text into Psalms? Deep in the red, thousands of emotions, how many sentimentally attached? Zhichitianya, total formidable, only borrow Tang Feng Song Yu, your feelings, how much love? Zhichitianya, total formidable, only borrow Tang Feng Song Yu, you parts of cheng man paper style. I own prison, discouraged from that zhichitianya, brow daqingzi in contemplation, ten interlocking, gazing at, patches of red fall wind fly, let heart gradually pain getting cold. For a review, a stop, May is a meet, a turn round, a volatile cuff May is Tianya stranger, stand at the time of micro shore, looking back on this side of the time, vast Sea each a meet, are a beautiful, every discrete are a Exile, life is always in constant walking, how many people such as flowers and long in your necessary of intersection, if you get it, you will lose it. If you own it, you will forget it. No matter it is a light or grand farewell, don’t take away your memory, because any separation means that you are the end of the world and I am the corner of the sea. Flowers, flowers, occasional, separation, time will finally allow each other old, all causal will dust settles, attributed to calm. There was a sound of wind, a sadness of separation. Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, a deserted world, you become a passer-by thousands of miles away, I will find you thousands of miles away, perhaps, you have not remembered, perhaps, I have been redundant, two or two thoughts of the past is eventually a past. A V sadness, than yellow thin. Red Long, buried who deep love? Hidden bitterness whose eyes? I hope that I can’t wear the desolation of the end of the song, the curtain that cannot fall, the rain in this life, the wind in the past life, those unforgettable agreements, the infatuation that depends on each other for a lifetime, and the oath that will never be separated, that red-crowned final not regret commitment, final just years of a Fengying, just insubstantial objects in a dream. I sorrow, Wan tie the knot, and wind floating fragrance, I can only tile a stack of letter paper, twist a thin pen, put pen to paper between, past, scattered Ruoyun smoke. You and I will no longer is buckled, wine and song of young. Tonight, want to say to you: whether after everything sails, Red fall into array miserable, or make vain efforts in vain, on your still is yi dai jian kuan final not regret, lingering fixation. Can’t hold your hand, only fold a thin bone, pregnant with a few a few page Sujian, let unforgettable memories, scattered into think your sad. Dipped in ink is sorrow, writing is hurt, missing is poetry and tears are flowing, a thin paper of paper crumbles my delusion, the lingering sigh in my heart, how to write into my thin fleeting time? Love is always lost by lovesickness, and sorrow enters the third watch. Who dreams to clear sorrow together? Ningmou asked month? Remember? A paper ink, once clear whose eyes? A curtain of debris, and fuzzy who sight, all beautiful encounter, even cannot draw a beautiful circle, why love is so thin? So shallow? Closed eyes, softly sigh,-petals scattered branches, stir screen-up, broken all over your sadness buried who deep love? Whose eyes did you complain about? Hope not to wear of closure desolate, not fall under of firecracker. By the window alone, let the wind blow, see the flowers falling, the flowers falling and falling, who once took whose hand? xiang yue life afterlife, snow on the wind took, empty leaning West Building, who of red dust, but the autumn recession, false sigh years into war. The prosperity has gone away, but I am still infatuated. It is a pity that I still can’t walk out of the oath of love for a beautiful encounter after wandering for several times. xi jun parting, chaos inch, forget departure, Song have been singing thousands of times, sings million times, has feel heartache move. After the night is dim, who is poetic. Summer Flowers tuning defeat, people to empty floor stay. The warm wind arrived late, and my heart was cold. Curtain outside wind, blowing dream without a trace. I hate leaving tonight, except when I come back. The sound of parting Xiao, the sound of urging again, walking is tears. Sijun, Yi King, miserable King know? Think of you very happy, happy sad, sad very sweet, because do not want to forget. The past oath of eternal love, the thunder of winter and the rain of summer are still lingering in my ears, but when I look back suddenly, your familiar figure can no longer be seen in the dim light. Moment of gentle, although youth moment, can engraved permanent. This moment of melancholy, although fleeting scene, but literary pieces eulogizing ancient. Xiangruyimo, Lakes worth mentioning, choice always such ruthless. It’s like a dream, and it’s also true or false. Since you can’t be together, you ‘d better forget it. In those years, we had shared the awards and the vicissitudes of people; Now, exactly, the residual flowers are only rewarded. I don’t want to give up in my heart, nor like sorrow, nor like wine, so I have to think of comfort. What I hope is that I will stay together for a long night and never separate. And now, yearn day and night, every night alone person. Or or. The prosperity of 3,000 thousand yuan is not enough for the endless bitterness of this life. The golden year is like a rock, but the sorrow and joy that cannot escape from the shackles of the world. Faint Cold month shallow, pouring silver lonely and grazed eyebrows cinnabar picturesque time, a few degrees long for into a cocoon, leaving a fragmented language. Secretly thoughts. The rustling plain strings were turned over, which drew the outline of sadness and sadness, and the fleeting years which were wiped lightly with tears in disorder. The flourishing age was numerous and complicated, with thousands of songs played on the sky and the cold clouds, sighing the beauty silently. Time went by, all that jazz. What is the world? A lifetime, a thought, a rain. Miss you, don’t complain about leaving. 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. 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Wind gone clouds, dance not disorderly heart of love

Wind gone clouds, dance not disorderly heart of love

When the sun converges, the last touch of dark red. Night quiet is the water. New Moon such as silver hook. The fragrant wind of apricot flowers outside the window broke through the window and lightly played the strings of the weak soul. A memory and a feeling slips down gently between the brow, filling every corner of the space and spreading in the quiet night. Caring is really beautiful, but caring will make people feel more painful. When loneliness seeps into the heart, loneliness gnaws into helplessness, I am looking forward to your reappearance, with beautiful extravagant hopes and lingering without regrets. No matter how time flows, how seasons change, all obsession and pain, all hesitation and perseverance are interpreted in the memory of reunion at that moment! Moonlight like water, sky moon and stars whisper Eves and. Time is like an hourglass, and more than half of the youth between the fingers turns around and falls on yesterday. The bright moon woke up the stranded past. When the calendar is turned over page by page, the past is gradually blurred in the passing of years, and some people and some things are gradually moving away. But there are always some people, some things and some seemingly ordinary things that make me lingering and warm in my heart. The quiet time flows forward, and the surging heart is crowded back. Memories lurking deep in the soul, accompanied by melancholy, are evoked by the wind one after another! Standing alone in front of the window, looking up at the speechless sky. The computer began to sing sad music again, blending into my heart word by word, which reminded me of the story between me and you inadvertently, closed my eyes and listened attentively. The calm surface of the lake will always stir waves and ripples. Recalling the beautiful and happy days when we were together, your appearance has always appeared in my mind. Maybe it was because of you that I fell in love with the coolness of words, or I was looking for the warmth between my fingers from beginning to end, or I was escaping from the troubles and obstacles of the world, or maybe I am looking forward to it in the wind and rain, in this dust-free and faithful world, I plucked my heartstrings and worried about myself! I knocked my attachment silently with my fingers, and I interpreted the attachment quietly with words. I began to think of you when I lay in loneliness. At this time, my restless heart had nowhere to be placed. I avoided tears and stood up in my missing. Instantly your shadow began to shake in front of my eyes, so I suddenly cared about you. Many in the moonlight night when I think of you, I look at the light and the moonlight together lonely, no one can prove your temperature in my heart, no one can replace the feeling you once felt in my heart! Your dream is as happy as ever, and the warm scene in the past is floating in your heart. After waking up from a dream, happiness is blown away by the wind one by one, just like the leaves under the moon. In the dream, happy tears fell in my heart, touching that soft. The heart is not calm, love is gone. In this kind of night, the long-accumulated concerns spread from the bottom of my heart to my heart. The touch of every kind of thoughts will cause pains unconsciously. The silent night could not calm down the sad mood, just like a kite with broken lines. The wind stopped, but it was still floating in the air. The emotions deposited in the bottom of my heart for a long time flow slowly with tears unconsciously! Time goes through the boundless seasons with me in the cycle of time. Time stays with me in the sigh of autumn, yellow summer and green to the morning light that I care about today. I stand in the green wilderness, the gentle wind made me feel the cold sound, looking at the lush land in the distance, but the boundless vast field did not have the foundation for me to stop. My heart is full of melancholy, and then I feel more and more sad, the loneliness of the mountains in the distance, the silence of people in the distance, staring at your regret, making my tears fall like rain! I was shocked by your figure in the moonlight shining all over the ground. You know, at that time, I hated those clear moonlight that I was once happy and obsessed. Once I held the moon so affectionately, making my distant dream full of silver and blue colors, and once I leaned on the Moonlight like water so sorrowfully to read a infatuated dream. I miss the cooling time, the years are scattered into pieces, the scenery is picturesque, the youth is gorgeous, the memory becomes the only fleeting time in my hands, I am still recalling the simplicity of the past and the past, in the annual rings where you and I meet, you are like floating floating clouds, stopping in the sky of my life, and I am the fragrance of the fluttering lilac falling down for a season! In the red dust of Zimo, I always meet and separate some people constantly. Some people make me burst into tears, and some people let me watch for the whole life, some people disappear in my memory forever. What left me was the pity of Filar Silk. I couldn’t wait for those people quietly, let them feel their joys and sorrows, nor read those people carefully and let myself listen to their deep voices! Looking back, I have missed your attachment and happiness! Being left at the end of the divorce, gradually moving away! When I stood in the year of the world of mortals, all I could do was to cherish when I met, to be calm when I was separated, and there was no constant banquet in the world. You and I once shared a glass of wine, you and I used to smile a little bit, and it is also the turning back of our previous life. We shouldn’t be so sad! I stretched out my hand to open the dusty title page, and clearly saw that, the collection of poems I once wrote for you, the fireworks in the world, I read you like a song, the flowers were blooming at that time, and I had been waiting for you in the original place, waiting for the flying clouds of time to fall over my shoulders, waiting for the people in the dream to meet in the crowd, you and I have known each other as a past! Only time will remember that once I began to write poems for you in the sun, and I wrote the silk clothes and cloud clothes filled with time page by page. When the wind blew, the whispering sentiments were like the ink words, quiet mover in the mountains and waters of the years, unable to control your joy and sadness. Only when you are the happiest can you leave quietly. There is no need for how many miserable wind and cold rain in the future, and the pain embedded in the bottom of your heart is different from one side, the prediction of happiness is on your lips, and the next night you say goodbye quietly. Tears at that time slipped down from the corner of your eyes, but you can no longer see me caring about you! When I think of you, I always let the light sadness cross the edge of reserved melancholy at a casual moment, spread in my heart secretly through every space in the gap. After thinking about it, I understand that I have never stranded my missing, eyes extend far away, ethereal like nothingness, turning myself into your shadow, lonely and lengthy, but in the shadow, I am still confused and lost my direction alone; Thinking of you, my mood will wrinkle tightly, then I know that I have paved the road full of worries with missing! There is a feeling that has been buried in my heart! There is an emotion spreading in my heart all the time! There are thousands of words telling how rich and meaningful the missing is. No matter how time flows, no matter how seasons change, all obsession and pain, hesitation and perseverance are interpreted in the interweaving of concerns. I can’t erase you in my dream, and store some warm memories about you in my heart. Even if it is just a little bit of self-righteous hanging, it is satisfying and comforting the loneliness I once had! Your smiling face, your words, and your eyes are all left in my heart, the deepest; Your feelings, your feelings, and all and all of you, in my heart, it is the most precious; Your cheers, your sorrow, and your crying are always surging ripples in my heart. At night, the words flew down, and the heart was like Lotus. The moon shines, the heart is empty, and the stars snicker and flicker. Love is in my heart, love is in my heart, and my heart is speechless at night. Love is on the bone, deep love, at this night, I use my tired heart to write my inner sorrow burning, and use my dexterous fingers to knock my beloved words, let me go back to the sad city again, write down sad words and sentences to express the comfort of my heart! Listening to my low singing and caring, lonely and beautiful, the leisurely piano is a lot of beautiful and sad rhythm. Meeting you is my most beautiful accident. It is a long world with a quiet life, and it makes you believe that seeing the ups and downs of the world of mortals, every day and night, several thoughts and obsession, that is to be inseparable from life to life, you are my attachment in this life. The night faded away the past color, the wind blew away the past sadness and regained you, then I fully realized that you are the attachment I can’t give up in this life, hand in hand with the world of mortals, you are the love I can’t wipe out in this life! I walked on the road of caring, and I didn’t know what kind of longing I had hidden? I didn’t know what kind of emotion I once had? I didn’t know how sad it was behind my seemingly strong smile! I hesitated alone. I didn’t know the starting point and the ending point. I was just looking back at the past at every site I cared about, watching my throbbing heart smile sadly and letting myself watch at every intersection with you, even though I am now, I will not often recall you, and regard thinking of you as a kind of wound, a kind of burning pain, but I am still looking forward to it without regret! Thinking of you, watching your fingers jumping alone on the keyboard, beating my flying attachment, letting my concerns surge in my heart, turning into ups and downs and lonely notes floating in the air, let my thoughts flow in the air, you occupy all my thoughts at this time, and let me have endless obstacles. Therefore, I turned my love for you into a flower flying all over the sky, shining in every corner of my life! Suddenly Looking back, I finally woke up: The wind is gone and the clouds are scattered, and what can’t dance is still the attachment to you in my heart. Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) 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…

Childhood no longer

The moon bends and the stars shine, illuminating the children’s dreams; Dandelion, a small paper boat, is always floating in the children’s childhood,,,,,, the song “Children are the world” written by Xie Xiaodong was once my favorite song when I was young. Today, I want to search it for my son on a whim, but I only find a vague audio. Although the sound quality is not good, but hearing this, I couldn’t help feeling a lot, tears streaming down my face. Things are nothing but everything. Although my childhood left me, it sparkled in my memory like the river reflected by the sunset; Like the gentle breeze and crumpled spring water, it stirred up a slight wave in my mind. When I was young, I liked to catch chafers for fun. In my memory, there was only one tree with the most chafers in our village. I got up early every day just to catch chafers under that tree first, every time, I used a washing powder pocket to do a lot of things, and showed off my head proudly enough to give the turtle to my dejected friends. Everyone tied its feet with a thread and let it fly in their hands, some children also tied the thread to the stick to make the chafer fly tired and stop. After playing enough, I put the chafer away and caught it the next day. Sometimes I get up late, and when I get up first by other children, I will cry to my brother willfully, and then my brother will try every means to use some peels to induce the chafers to throw themselves into the net. At dusk in summer night, I would also catch fireflies in the grass and crops with my friends with the washed ink bottle (the bottle cap is drilled through a small hole). Sometimes I would use pea pods instead of the bottle, the little fireflies are like night elves, attracting my attention. Most of the time, I will come back with cheers and full load, and occasionally I will come back with my head drooped. I like to put the bottle beside the pillow, and the flickering light of fireflies comes out from the glass bottle, which is really beautiful! Looking at me, I fell into a sweet dream. Fireflies lit up my childhood and marked a poetic stroke in my childhood trajectory. Everyone likes to pick gardenia on the mountain with their parents who cut firewood. I am no exception. Sometimes, in order to make it worthwhile, my partners will not let go even the small flowers and bones. Only the white flower buds are inserted in the bottle will bloom, And those flowers and bones will bloom only when they are inserted in paddy fields. In order not to let other friends find their own Gardenia, we will hide them very secretly. When the flowers bloom, the branches often take root, everyone likes to take gardenia to school and send it to teachers to send it to classmates, experiencing what is a handful of gardenia to others, with lingering fragrance in hands. There are also tragedies, that is, the flowers that I worked so hard to serve were stolen by others, which really hurt my chest! Gardenia is the flower of the countryside. Its characteristic of choosing the environment and taking root wherever it falls is very similar to that of our rural children. Therefore, the fragrance of gardenia often floats in my deep old dream. I like to go to the market most, so that I can go to the market with my parents, so as to pick up cigarette cases in the garbage dump. At that time, our cigarette cases all decided the order of fans at the price of cigarettes, so when he found the expensive cigarette case, he would be very happy. When he saw the bulging cigarette case in other people’s trouser pockets, he would be envious to death, and he would know that he went to the market to turn over the rubbish again. When we were young, we didn’t have money to buy toys, but we would look for happiness by ourselves. We played the game of grasping seeds with apricot kernels and peach kernels, turned flowers with wool, and played glass beads with pursed buttocks, he can bend over and roll iron rings, jump into houses with small wood, pile castles with corn cores, make his own slingshot water gun and bamboo gun with eucalyptus seeds as bullets, and use Mulberry poles as bent bows and mulberry bark to draw top, Use Qinggang rice to insert a bamboo stick for rotation, and use mud to shoot guns. Whoever plays loudly in the competition, who makes a big hole, blows water with thin tiles, and uses millet grass to pad on the slope to play the shuttle board,,,,,,, way to school we wheat whistle sound, school on the road we bamboo flute melodious, we let ordinary life anger released Happy Heart flower. At that time, adults seldom bought us anything to eat, but we didn’t lack food either: sweet and greasy March foam, purple and black mulberry, dark dirty foam, slightly sweet Turtledove foam, sour and sweet thorn foam, the delicious food gradually matures and stimulates our taste buds. The yellow orange-orange prickly pear on the cliff, the fragrant sweet potato in the graveyard and the crisp magnetic melon in the paddy field all attracted our eyes like hungry wolves. We will not let off anything that can be put into our mouths, such as silk grass root, acid grass, locust flower, Canna flower, sorghum stalk, corn stalk, gray bar, etc. In summer, there are also some peddlers who sell ice cakes in the countryside. The sound of ice cakes sounds like the sound of nature to us, ice cakes! Sorbet! Lightweight! Lightweight! This is our pet phrase, because only when the ice cream is almost sold out, the seller will sell it at a lower price. In winter when! When! When! The voice is our gospel, because hearing this, we will know that the seller of sesame sugar is coming. In the second half of the year, people who make foam tubes and popcorn will come, and the family will also make straw rice candy, and the trouser pockets will be filled with melon seeds, biscuits and so on. Singing carrot, honey is sweet, looking at us who are going to celebrate the new year, we really don’t know the feeling of sorrow in childhood! Oh, how can we forget the fire that brought us convenience in childhood? After harvesting crops in the afternoon, adults often burn the ash heap. A large group of children surround the ash heap, burning sweet potatoes, popping beans, frying peanuts and roasting corn cobs, smiling in the crackling explosion, how can I enjoy eating? Even Loach and ricefield eels are thrown into the fire to be cooked. Dipping some sauce is a wonderful taste ,,, although we are a group of delicious children, but they are also a group of sensible children. No matter what delicious food they find, even the greedy children will leave the biggest and the best to adults, because we know well the hard work of adults all the year round. The children of the peasant family had to help the adults to do what they could since they were young: they picked up eggs every day, drove chickens with bamboo shells, didn’t let chickens spoil the food in the dam, and put ducks, geese and cattle, cut pig grass, drag millet grass, Break the bread, cut wheat, cut Rice, pull soybeans to pick mung beans, stock up gourd bean leaves and yellow hemp leaves to dry, cut firewood and carry water to cook, and raise silkworms four times a year, the task of picking mulberry leaves basically falls on the older children, not to mention being diligent or not, which is the responsibility we should share. In addition to doing these, we also need to find ways to make money to help our family, Boys caught lobster, move crab, touch snail, will bamboo hack 2 ft about fishing rod fishing eel Loach, at night take flashlight frog, at that time, I followed my brother for a long time and helped him. Girls would pry Miscellaneous roots, dig herbs, pick up broken wheat ears, and luckily they would pick up a lot of shredded chicken fungus for a lot of money. In order to help parents share, partners do everything they need. At that time, you can earn money even if you study well. The teacher will encourage everyone before the final exam to learn how many branches you have taken and how much you will be rewarded. In order to redeem the prize, everyone will try their best to review. Xiang Shang annual spring sports, is everyone eyes xiangbobo, I remember sixth grade I took three individual first broken 2 records, when the more than 20 bonus was given to my mother seriously, her mother’s eyes were glistening with tears. Life at that time was very bitter, but I didn’t feel bitter when I was suffering. I felt happy even though I was suffering. Nostalgia for the sad love story that my mother sang to me in my childhood; Nostalgia for the time when I sat on my father’s shoulder and went to the village to watch movies in my childhood; when we three brothers and sisters were making trouble secretly while their parents were not at home, although my brothers and sisters often took me as the scapegoat after the incident, who let I am the youngest? If you break into trouble, you will not be punished by your parents; I am in nostalgia and sleep in the dustpan with my friends under the stars, listening to the night when the Masters talk about the mountains, those horrible ghost stories once scared me into nightmares but couldn’t stop. Those complicated and complicated ancient public cases once made me forget about it, nostalgia for the real “Three Kingdoms” that the most boastful old grandfather shook his head and talked about, fake “Fengshen”, “Journey to the West” and “Liaozhai”, which coaxed the dead people’s jingle ,,, childhood, it is worth everyone’s aftertaste! The most unforgettable thing is childhood! I often think, what does childhood mean to me? My childhood may be the unforgettable dark fragrance in my life with light clouds and winds? Childhood may be a boat wandering in my faint dream, right? Childhood may be a full moon resting in my open heart, right? My childhood is no longer coming, I wish that my childhood will always fall into dreams! 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…