Flappy emotional

Because of my wandering, I finally failed to stay with the cloud. I have imagined for many times, but there is no final ending. I can’t imagine whether my little boat can carry the next world belonging to you, a world belonging to us. I can’t imagine the long years we had gone through, the tinkling spring water we had heard, and the glorious peaks we had seen. I can’t imagine what would happen if we tied each other’s heart rope? I guess my fate. Because of my wandering, you leave without words; Because of my rushing, you become a single flying goose, singing in my late Air; Because of my rushing, destined to break up with you without words. I can’t walk out of the confusion of the world of mortals, so I don’t want to follow the feeling any more. The past is a kind of temptation that cannot disappear. Turning back is a comma, but not turning back is a full stop. I can only drift down as usual with my flying emotions for several times. When it is time to dock, there will naturally be a harbor to berth. Don’t be frustrated and sigh, yesterday’s broken dream has been shut out. On a slightly cold night, let the lonely wind blow; Emotions are like notes, beating the original lifeline. There are small bridges and flowing water in the distance, and the colors are chaotic. Clouds, the years that once belonged to us, our memories, our dreams, have been blurred by the wind. Thinking quietly and crazily, why didn’t you take root in my heart of love? Why can’t their emotions tie each other’s heart? The scenery once shared disappeared like this. We can no longer drink the wine of time together, we can no longer race with the Stars and the sun and the moon, we can no longer discuss with each other, we are silent and we are passionate…… Let go of all expectations, deep thoughts, and everything. Let the wild goose bring you the ending you imagined, which is Yiyi, perfection, and even the cold life of forget-me, the cold feeling. I lingered on the edge of emotional swamp to imagine the perfect ending that should belong to us. As if seeing the light in the dark, it was temporarily dazzling, not intoxicated. Yuner, remember that Xia’s waiting is a promise of love, not a fabricated pink dream. 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…