The fourth part of the memoir

1 today is Tanabata. The time when love and love meet. Whether it turns into a magpie and flies to the branch of Muyue, telling the fairy to wait on the other side of the Milky Way. Stars are the voice of speaking, the thought of emotion, the meaning of words, sweet and sad. Year after year, year after year, at the end of the Milky Way, the cowherd ploughed the field; At the end of the Milky Way, the fairy brocade. Wu Weng, an outsider, is also in the bureau. I just want to make a god Qilan oar for the Cowherd, but I can row the moon as a boat to round this end and the other end of the Milky Way. When the light of the Moon of kindness sighed from the thin clouds, reflecting the slightly weak mood, I no longer imprisoned and imagined in the dark room of my heart. A lot of emotions also open the latent inspiration, a kind of elegance, with the nature of comfort, become the air of the chest. Invisible shape, tangible and intangible, under the call of Pearl and jade-like rhyme, distance is no longer distant. With inspiration as feather, I went for a walk in Tianjie, watched the Miaomiao of the Milky Way, and watched the performance of a classic love. 2 in the thick fog, everything became quiet, just like the Net Set by the night, everything was in the net. Imagination or hearing cannot create colorful situations and fill the emptiness of the heart. Dense fog is a barrier, at least it shields the singing voice of the sky, sun and birds. Walking through the thick fog, I felt very tired. Also very lonely. Because looking back, I can’t see the shadow following. What’s more, in the thick fog, we can’t even see the target or trap. It is also impossible to determine the walking effect. Everything is submerged. However, you can only feel the wet fog. Not only did I wet my sleeves, but also my heart. If so, I am depressed, and I have a little more weight. When the dense fog ends, release the clarity of its imprisonment. It also resonates the pure nature with the audio-visual pause, and makes the confusion shining by Liu cuihuaming. 3-night colorful. The light orange is permeated, whose eyes are there? Why does it contain shallow sadness. Although the silk of Willow moves with the wind, it cannot shake off the darkness of its touch and melt the thick and thick night. Suppression, like lips, words without words. The hidden shadow, deep in the night, was eroded by the cool air. Are the silent stars countless broken sadness. The soft sound of water crossed this shore and the other shore in hopeless hope. In the distance, the vast tranquility seems to be waiting for a kind of spiritual parking. There, whether there is a place where you want to rest. I wore withered and yellow leaves, wearing the beauty of the night for my clothes. 4 occasionally, the wind of hope blows a fragrance of happiness. Heart, stretch, like green leaves in spring. I am glad to accept the invitation of the wind and walk into the edge of the scenery. Watch the singing and dancing in the flowers and grass, and listen to the singing of The Voice of Spring. I let my wish fly in my heart and let it get close to the fiery red of roses. I regard Qingfen in the wind as an invitation to me. If so, I follow it and get close, and my heart becomes like a rose. Therefore, the idea that could not be reversed in the heart moved with joy, and its surroundings were filled with the color of roses. 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…