Stream rain

The ground smell of warm love left behind is a spring water in a world of deep love and love, everything is full of joy and hope instead of exhibiting on the cliff for thousands of years, it is better to cry on your lover’s shoulder and think about you all night. The air will also spread love, and the whole world is your figure. I am afraid that love is too deep. Looking back, I am still afraid that love is too shallow. Everything becomes luxurious. Maybe I will really love you with my heart. Maybe, maybe, in the floating clouds, I will return from Yan for a long time, the way back is far away. The tears of my loving mother looking forward to her son are dry and wet, wet and dry. The wandering children aim at all directions, but my loving mother only knows that looking forward to her son is bitter sometimes, it is a good thing to think that there is love in the world, just like the moon guarding the stars, the mother guarding the baby in her arms, the night guarding the dawn, and I am also guarding you no matter how bitter, tired and lonely you are, how helpless, how confused, how …… always alone. Guarding you in the dark corner, you may not feel it or notice it, but he has been here all the time. The great love is fearless giving and waiting without regret. In fact, the wound will bloom. I don’t know if you believe it or not. Anyway, I believe it, so I accept everything that fate gives you, and then greet them with a smile. Only in this way can you get real happiness because, she is the heart you pursue happiness Like (prose editor: Rain dancing alone) 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…