Whisper

The waiting moon hangs, who cares about; The vast sea of people, the world of mortals. A hurried journey along the way. Although there are no scars all over the body, it is also full of vicissitudes and tired wind and dust. What is my persistent heart looking for now? In this quiet night, the soft light becomes sometimes transparent and sometimes blurred. She needs a piece of pure land, far away from utilitarian innocence. With a fine pen and a few pages of plain paper, the soul stumbles between the words. Quiet as poetry, melodious as rhyme; Sun, moon and stars, wind, frost, snow and rain. To compose another movement of life, the past changes. I just come gently and leave gently, away from harsh and vulgar, and cherish the eternity of life in my heart forever. The Moonlight moves through the curtain, the wind touches the Blue Wind Bell, Ding Dong Ding Dong let this young and vigorous heart gallop in the wind; Let the hazy fog soak the long miss, the mottled fragments fade away the footprints of clear autumn. There was a kind of missing that quietly broke into my heart and mischievously stirred up the ripples in my heart. The persistent you in the distance and the successful you influence my life journey. If we had never had that hard time before, how could we achieve success and joy today. Maybe time has already left deep marks on your face, which certainly adds mature charm, but I will always keep the childishness in my heart. The little poem rang in my ear again, the promise I gave you for my dream: the gentle moonlight is like your appearance, which makes my missing gradually cool through the window the night has become long looking forward to your time your handsome face is only fragrant in my dream remember your happy appearance picking up hope I traveled and waited with you on the road of dreams. Listening to the familiar melody “the original scenery of hometown”, I had a new hope in this quiet night, this yearning is happy. Wake up in a dream, in this sunny morning Like (prose editor: prose online) 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…