Waiting for a year, just waiting for the spring blossoms

In this winter, I condense your name into silent snow and keep it in permanent memory. Even if spring is coming, I can’t take away the flowers in my dream. The brilliance of me alone is only blooming for one soul. I have traveled through countless cities, seen countless brilliant fireworks, and chased each other’s warmth in the sky, just like the stubborn happy track of you and me. It’s just flying or falling. Sometimes, those tiny falling sparks turn into silent desolation. I stood in the high cloud head and saw tears falling like stars. No matter how gorgeous it is, there will be a moment of ending, isn’t it? I just saw pieces of love turning into old fragments and falling down in the empty mean. Those sleepless past are the eternal Crystal in your eyes. We, holding the whole winter, the lines of our palms are curved into mountains and endless. Just meditation on God’s prayer, calm as water. May our flowers bloom in spring and never fade. Just like your eyes, even though time flies, I still don’t want to give up that piece of clear cloud and water. My whole life is clean and flawless, full of my thoughts. Cloud flowers rise and fall, seasons rotate and cycle. Like the singing of a baby, ah ah haunts my ears. Gather stars into my eyes and look at where you come from, just like waiting for a lush pine. You are full of my mind, green and shady, and unwilling to wither. As for love, the child who only knows silence and watch is the hardest gardener. I don’t know if you will be picked by others after you grow into the most beautiful spring. The woman holding the moon wishing was full of melancholy. I just watched your intersection tightly and didn’t let anyone pass. The figure curling up, only my lonely eyes, open into bright stars, scattered all over your sky. I imagine that under the cold glacier, your sleeping body is still straight and straight. Snowflakes bloom all over your arms and grow along the transparent veins. You are going to climb up my long hair. I know that as long as you climb my affectionate eyelashes, no matter how high the mountain is, you can go all the way to sing. Dear, if you meet a man washing his life by the river, please don’t mistake me. Remember that I have star-like eyes, which only contain your clean white clothes. Remember my flowery palm prints, and I only engraved your name all my life. As long as you walk over gently, kiss my brows and hold my fingertips, time and space will linger and rotate, time is trance, time goes back, we will be in the place where we once loved each other, stay together forever, never leave. Do you remember it? If it is still vague, then, raise your clear ears, listen, listen, my whispers, call your name into a beautiful flower. There is a snow-white horse waiting for your love to wake up. As long as you open your eyes, it will carry you and run towards me. I heard the footsteps of spring. Waiting for a year, just for the spring. 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…

Lightly depression

I haven’t been so obsessed with the night for a long time. If my gardenia blossoms at this time, if my jasmine blossoms at this time, if that, the faint fragrance of flowers fades here, how beautiful it is, it blew away my thoughts and swept away the white paper on my hand. Ah, I hate my hair flying so hard that I can’t see clearly. I can’t find my white paper. Hi, I hate that I look for the original in the space of my flying hair. I am just a dark blue Yu Yilan alone, enjoying the beautiful moment like this background, I was quietly stunned, intoxicated with the night, intoxicated, quiet only the silk hair line is still dancing only, the moon is still on duty 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…