Tonight, miss you.

Tonight, I miss you. Are you thinking of me too. I picked up the phone and gave up. I don’t want you to ripple again after leaving. When your heart is pulled up, I can’t warm you with my broken heart. So I drank the pain and stopped contacting. You will ask me why every rainy day. I can only say lightly that love has gone. Then I held back my tears and tasted your disappointed departure. Your gloomy eyes become my eternal memory. I miss you tonight, but I can’t contact you. I cried silently in my memory. Perhaps, a phone call I made accidentally will make you blurred again. So I held my mobile phone and tried hard to persuade myself not to continue. You said I never loved you, but you just filled my void at some moment. I think of you when I am helpless. You said, your requirements are not high, why can’t I be your beauty, even if there are only a few encounters in my life. You said you were not gentle and delicate enough, and you said your life was too dull, which made you empty. In fact, I am the same. We are all over the age of talking about love. When daily necessities become the main force of our life, your she kills a lot of women’s charm, but you also brewed romantic atmosphere for her. The charm you mentioned is that we don’t live together. Sometimes we are powerless in the boredom of marriage. No matter who lives in it, we will have the same breath. We all need to learn the topic of making our children happy. So we still don’t contact, just because our She and He are waiting for us to return at home. You leave silently, and your desolate back turns into tears that cannot be erased in my eyes. I can only watch you go away. Then I miss you secretly. I searched your messages over and over again in the sleepless days of late night. Each piece makes me review my memories. Everything is gone, I still have memories. You once said we wouldn’t hurt anyone, why can’t we contact. However, when we contacted, the damage had continued. Don’t want to see the final bleak ending. Our marriage needs to be repaired. But the last thing that can’t be fixed is that it’s crazy. We are all tired, but this cannot be the reason why we hurt others. When I was walking on the street, a gust of wind blew through my thin body, feeling that I was much thinner. It is another year when the autumn wind blows. Our story is not happy in the harvest season. Just because you are my passer, I am just your blurred. No one belongs to anyone. In the troubled world, we are like two leaves with their own tracks. Perhaps, time will make everything indifferent until you forget. Anyway, I will still miss you, because you also came into my memory. 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…