The Lovesickness dyed all over the body makes me worry for a lifetime

The Lovesickness dyed all over the body makes me worry for a lifetime

Looking at the fleeting time, the past events in the dusty bottom of my heart flew in my memory, and the pain hidden in my heart was only known by myself. I am used to walking in the words, borrowing a piece of plain paper to string up all my worries, and then piling up the words one after another in the plain and narrow. — Text: the encounter and separation of love have been achieved by meeting each other. The beauty of flowers on the other side, the bright and pale fleeting year, in the smile, locked a wandering heart for thousands of years. From then on, happiness is your happiness, annoyance is your annoyance, with the sad beauty of missing, dancing lightly in the dress, knowing that there is no future, but still dancing alone on the words, looking forward to rotating the most beautiful dance, become your deep concern! However, missing is always reluctant to leave in such a night, crossing the Tang style, passing through Song Yu, accompanied by green lights, repeatedly recalling the little things about you, telling the thoughts and concerns one after another! Happiness have cross gap, can not see the end, touch less than 1.1 drops real temperature. Fear, one day, no matter how cherish, can not pull back a happy distance, from then on is silence, the end of the world strangers no longer think of no longer ask each other, later, leave me alone in the world of mortals with vicissitudes! That day, that month, that year, this life. Memories are strung together, hiding behind the time and counting every day we have gone through. Shaohua is far away, wayward is no longer, and we are becoming more and more quiet and mature. When we are young, we will do it and cherish it. Spring and summer, autumn and winter, life is just like a grand performance. When the curtain ends, people will die. The desolate time will not take away all our memories. I believe I will accompany you through every ray of time when you need it. You smile, floating life is like a dream, outside the thousands of rivers and mountains, what we have passed together is called Forever. The hourglass of time deposits the past that cannot escape, and the hands of memory always pick up those bright sadness. The wings of youth cut through the painful memory; Yesterday’s tears stirred up the ripples in my heart. When the fleeting time has passed, when things are added with human rights, when feelings become exhaustion, when the world is full of black, when experiences are said to be destined, when life makes me regret. Entanglement is the endless reality that I can’t control and look. We are like two straight lines, but after crossing, we are getting further and further. I thought that my feelings for you had already been frustrated, but every time I touched it, my missing was like a thread, never interrupted. It has been several years since I sang with tears. Review Yuanwang, once proximity, now Tianya. I look back at the deep feeling of weak water. The time in my imagination is as warm as water, touching your earnest thoughts and drying every sentence in the sun. It looks like a long dream, falling down and falling down, falling down. If the water is gently calling, the distance will be lightly wrapped and lightly wrapped, and the mind will never be broken. In the favored eyes, there are three thousand years of lovesickness like water pouring down to the world of mortals at this time, the graceful and graceful, the agile, and the gentle, through the brightness of the Sun, the sparse chuckle stood at the tip of May with a little bit of rendering, surging and resounding, listening to the blush of a flower, collecting it in the face of the wind and frost, and then standing at the end of the world. It turns out that no matter how noisy a guest is, he will eventually become alone for the play. Looking back blankly, with thousands of emotions, I have become a stranger in the world of mortals. Standing in front of the grid window carved with fine flowers, he held a piece of gorgeous function words devoutly and tightly, without saying anything or hurting him, and stopped the spring grass growing. Such a kind of Spoony, however, always brings harm in return. Only the fireworks of the third world can get a love relationship. How much love do I need to pay in exchange for true love. Wish to yi xin ren, elderly not deviation. A clear song, singing continuously, strangers from the end of the world have not returned. A sleeve full of fragrance, can’t smell where flowers bloom and fall. After a glass of turbid wine, the smiling voice faded gradually. With a sense of separation and hatred, you will never feel sad about your past and present. People who are crazy about love must have a withered heart, and this heart is crisp. I am willing to write the words of wind, flowers, snow and moon, and never touch the painful love. A person, a heart, a lifetime waiting. A person, a city, a lifetime love dearly. Traveling alone, walking on strange roads, watching strange scenery and listening to strange songs, until one day, you meet someone, you love each other, and finally understand that all the search, there is a process. Once upon Tianya, now of your reach. Missing locks me. I will read it all my life, like flying flowers and smoke. My heart eyes are filled with a wisp of sorrow in my spare time. 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…

Firewood

Maybe when you get older and more old-fashioned, you will naturally have more nostalgia. When you talk about young people in time, you will be OUT; But sometimes, I can’t help entering the scene which has gone away gradually. In those vague moments, I will search for the memories and smells of time I once had. The present days are several times better than those several years ago, especially when we are not yet grown up and are under the wings of our parents. However, there are some plots left in our hearts and will not disappear, especially when touching some memories, it will gradually enlarge, and in my heart, I will roll out the lingering charm which is still fresh in my memory. For example, three meals a day make people have a lot of memories and aftertaste. Compared with the previous brown rice, the rice nowadays is much finer, not to mention the rich food and vegetables, but it is the cooked rice and the cooked food, it seems that it is still inferior to the previous ordinary food, which makes people eat with relish and leave fragrance on their cheeks and teeth. At that time, in the countryside, every family was made of earth stove and big iron pot; Although the Earth was made of earth, one family by one, it was cleaned up cleanly. Whether it was exquisite or not was more in the mind of the hostess; The rice made, it is far from what the current electric cooker cooks. Especially, when the rice is ripe, you can smell the fragrant burnt rice and drill straight into your nose. It is difficult to tell the lovely taste of this firewood and rice without living in the countryside and personal experience. Naturally, there will be less nostalgia in my heart, there is less smell branded in the bottom of my heart. With those life experiences, the rich fragrance of firewood and Rice will be spread to Manman’s beauty in the heart field. Firewood rice, as its name implies, is rice made by burning firewood. This firewood is not only the miscellaneous wood branches from the mountain during the winter break, but also all kinds of straws left in the field when crops are harvested. Especially these straws, when burned, there is a faint scent of grass, the smoke flew over the village with the kitchen smoke. The smoke columns rising from the roofs of every household were mixed up by the naughty wind, which was one of the smells that the village had soaked in many people’s hearts since childhood, no matter how far you go, you won’t forget it; However, if you go too far, you will gradually get away from those shadows and the smells from the soil. In my memory, there has always been such a scene: My mother was busy on the hearth, with pots and pans tinkling; My father sat in front of the hearth and stuffed firewood into the hearth one by one, with red flames, reflecting his father’s face, the wrinkles on his face were also flickering and jumping in the fire, either bright or dark. The dishes cooked in the pot were loud; My mother would tell my father from time to time that the firewood in the stove was either added or decreased; If it was steamed rice, when the slight noise of rice grains was heard, when the fragrance began to overflow the pot lid, my mother would let my father realize the fire in the stove slowly. The rice in the pot was steamed slowly. The Rice made in this way was loose and soft; there is no doubt that the pot is full of yellowish rice crust, crisp and fragrant, which is our favorite. Sometimes my father would make a small piece and have a taste. Unfortunately, his teeth were not good and he couldn’t chew, but he still enjoyed the aroma of rice crust, as if this was the day he held in his hands, the fragrance is not sweet. Occasionally, I would cook for my mother under the stove; Sometimes, my heart was too anxious and there was too much firewood in it, so I burnt a pot of good rice to scorch; mother would scold angrily, saying that the eldest brother was not young and he still couldn’t do anything, so she was busy thinking about some remedial measures; But the meal was burnt, and it tasted a strong smell of paste. Mother shook her head and smiled helplessly; What should I do? Only make do with it; Father didn’t seem to talk much. He ate the food full of paste with relish, just like this was some smell that would not be missing in normal time. Since I left home, I seldom ate firewood made on the stove, especially when my parents were away from home, which became an extravagant idea, A kind of unforgettable memory in the heart. I am afraid that when I am making these thoughts, many children from rural areas are forgetting the unique smells in these villages; These smells, in fact, are also related to villages, nowadays, some beautiful memories about human feelings have naturally become beautiful collections in the bottom of my heart. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) 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…