That is a pity

That is a pity

Finally, this August is almost over, with attachment and helplessness, more sadness, talking to myself about the world, and slowly getting old. I am not used to crying, thinking about the past of my heart, which is as clear as yesterday. Whether, every loved one would have a wound, so he smiled and hid his heart without any vicissitudes. A large white rose was open in the second place, and the tightly clustered petals were like the color of Crystal. In the rain, they were so soft and water-like, so cold, looking from afar, there is a tremor, a pity. Who can understand your language when you are swaying in the wind and rain. Tears are flowing in the sky of this city, for the dry land. It has been raining continuously for several days, and the wet weather is associated with the wet mood. The dream of last night was in the patter of heavy rain with strange and clear photocopies in my mind. I woke up in a trance, and those who could hardly remember their faces met in my dream. Yes, I only meet in my dream, I just want to meet in my dream. Time is continuing, just like the past, walking with delicate steps, fast or slow, with reserved and elegant steps, as if touching the unreal and trance light and shadow, where is the time at the fingertips broken? Following behind it, I don’t know whether the calm heart is still there. Summer is really an annoying season. The break of rain spread out between the light touching the earth. These rain, dust and people in the rain walked hurriedly with silent expressions. When did I get used to it, when did I forget it, and when did I forget the graceful images? However, I just wanted to watch the interpretation without saying anything, to put the moving into my heart and to ignore the sad. Sometimes I think that meeting each other at a certain time is like dancing a lonely or gorgeous dance with each other in an earthly ball. Then, they may end up with each other, leaving each other or moving forward and backward hand in hand. And those departing, like casual encounter, missed again, and then, occasionally thought of, will suddenly forget. The rain keeps falling, and every drop of rain seems to be like a sentence. I don’t know whether the person I met is greeting. 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. 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…