Acacia around Tianya

Acacia around Tianya

Simply hide your mind on a paper, and let you understand or not, go or not. Play a piece of music, read some words, taste a cup of scented tea, stay away from the noise of the world, throw away the troubles of the world, and dance the soul in the peace of the night. I like to enjoy such peace. Text: You can know that the candle tears in the mirror shine on the red makeup, and the looking face grows old in a blink of an eye. It was full of sorrow, and the scars were hard to distinguish. He stretched out his hand and swept his hair slightly. Tears on his cheek were broken like beads. He fell down on the piano table, knocking over the missing, splashing melancholy and floating gently in the wind with the dust. My obsession will not fade away with the pain. Just like our love, it will not go away with time. In the lonely night, I am gluttonous with the happiness brought by missing. Thinking of you, thinking of you, caring about you, sinking in my painstaking ambiguous words, tasting the fragrance of opium in your arms, stealing the full drunkenness in your smile. Miss you in the lonely night, lonely in the lonely night. One inch, one inch of thoughts began to accumulate at my fingertips. Such emotions and thoughts twine me. The past is in a hurry, looking back, the past is common. After the end of the song, listen and get rid of the wound. A low eyebrow, a look back, at the end must be a curtain of dream thousand years drunk. Prosperity comes to an end, things are different, and you can’t give up your tenderness. I can’t give up my thoughts all day long. The old days are gone, and whose face is played by the evils of dust? When it was dark, the tenderness of looking through the autumn water and sleepless all night was blown to pieces. Silently wrote down a series of annihilated touches, but the spring scenery in the garden was taken away by the brilliance and vanity. With the noise of wind and dust, I choose loneliness. I just miss you, miss you and care about you. I didn’t see each other for a day, just like the lingering of three autum, and there was no curtain curling the West Wind. People were thinner than yellow flowers, and even didn’t frown, but they were persistent in their hearts. I just want to miss you silently, miss you lightly, let my Miss drift with my words, and bring your dreams with the wind. Like the past sentimentally attached love, flowing in the long night, the tip of the pen knocks down the old wind and Moon, watch Qian Fan, listen alone, like the music of wind and water singing broken eyebrows, how many things in mind are written into sorrow, looking back at the old sentimentally attached amorous feelings, embroidering your name into the bottom of your heart, sipping the loneliness lightly. The hazy and smoky night touches the feeling of melancholy and sadness. The once blush of time is dotted with the Spring and Autumn Period. A faded past is blown away into floating clouds and smoke, in the annual rings of the years, it is entangled into invisible lingering, brewing into incomplete sentences, which makes the memories sour quietly, and also makes the heart sound between the lines sour. Along the way, I kept remembering and forgetting. I am not a melodramatic person, keeping the heart of a colored glaze, collecting some simple happiness, tactfully and truly. Along the dusty road of time, no matter happy or sad, I still lust for that innocence. In the plain golden year, I hope to let the sadness end, let the bright bloom, and your appearance, let my words have more fragrance. Perhaps, my pale words cannot tell the endless emotions and concerns for you. There are many precious and beautiful moments in life, which have been treasured in the warmest place in our hearts. There are also many beautiful encounters and reluctant differences in life, stepping into the familiar, I have traveled with you for countless times, and the scenery is still as prosperous as yesterday. When you become a stranger to prosperity, time will be painful. Joys and sorrows, sorrows and sorrows, love and hatred, vanish into pieces of water light and floating shadow, the splendid years of the next life, in the thousands of years of deep thoughts, look through the autumn water, into a string of frustration, trace of sorrow, turn into a meaningful and lingering mark. Wandering on the edge of lovesickness and pain, banishing my lonely soul, through the search of thousands of mountains and rivers, through the time difference of thousands of years, through the entanglement of past and present lives, just to meet you again at a certain moment, looking for the former warmth at each other’s fingertips. I believe that there will be a moment when I will touch the coolness of your fingertips again. Looking back suddenly, hope is old, dream is old. The warmth you have given is my greatest obsession and yearning in this life. Who is haggard when you meet you? Flowers bloom and fall, falling into mud, but love is not old. I never knew that happiness and sadness existed so tacitly. Open the palm, horizontal is love, vertical is pain, this cross of love and hate is the wound carved in my heart. Summer is hot, and I want to throw my lovesickness away. The Kiss is soft, the love is deep, the meaning is cut and cut, and I am always in my heart. How can I not lovesickness? I am separated from you, and I love you very much. After thousands of twists and turns of crisscrossing and thousands of twists and turns, and the distance far away from the end of the world, it is better to look forward clearly than the sentimental attachment. Tears cannot walk out of my call, and missing cannot soften your attachment, heart have thousands knot. I forgot the memory for a long time. In your true eyes, I slowly think of what kind of feeling it is. At first, I couldn’t leave you. There was one thing I wanted to see you. My whole life was destined to be for you. Love you, will not leave you, this love, I will not let go for life. Sometimes, please allow me to give and be a happy woman. Sometimes, please allow me to miss and be a sad woman. Sometimes I feel happy for no reason, because I can still have a heart that I can miss. Smelling and laughing through flowers, lovesickness makes lovesickness go around the world. 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…

Stolen chapters of a one hour

It is three o’clock in the afternoon, no wind, no rain and no sunny day. I am alone in the open and quiet library Hall. There are small round tables and simple chairs in log color, and small and lovely green plants are placed on the table. Put down the exhaustion and the inner boredom, and look at the emptiness and spring outside the window quietly. A flower tree with purple and white colors is something I have never seen before. Those radish flowers that open in brown-red soil are shiny. There was a car passing by hurriedly, and the sound of dogs came. An old farmer was also seen walking slowly with pig grass and firewood. Here is the edge of the city, and also the treasure land for self-seeking. Perhaps only in such a place can the impetuous heart get a moment of peace. This is my first time to come here, which is a little different from my imagination. There was neither the bustle of people coming and going, nor the crowded seats. There is no modern electronic equipment to realize self-borrowing, and even not many books. There are few books in the borrowing room and few books in the literature area. There are some novels, proses and poems, but what I want to read may not be found, and what I find may not be what I like. I casually took two proses and an interesting exchange diary. There are not many kinds of magazines and newspapers in the reading room, and the number is also very small. Because of the reason that it was just decorated soon, the smell was pungent, and it was difficult to open my eyes after browsing several magazines in a hurry. I went downstairs to the area I liked, sat quietly, read the borrowed books, and found myself hungry. I thought it would be better if there was a cup of tea and a piece of bread. I like quietness, such a quiet place and simple prose. It is probably that I am empty-minded, unable to hold too many things, and unable to put myself in a noisy and complicated environment. I like life like short prose, which is clean and simple, fresh and natural, but the true feelings flow and intriguing. Without the thick and huge novels, without the elegance and difficulty of poetry. Yes, just a natural, a calm. If you get a period of leisure time and feel a kind of beauty, you will get a little happiness and a little satisfaction. The world is so big and time is so fast, I just want to stop my steps. It is said that the sound of flowers is like beautiful music, that life in spring can dance in the sun, and that as long as we are quiet enough, we can hear our hearts talking with ourselves, it is said that we can find an omnipotent language by listening to our own voices, and we can communicate and talk with everything around us. Then, let me calm down, stretch my body, put my hands flat, close my eyes and find the world that belongs to me. Now, at four o’clock in the afternoon, I should go home. Thank you for the small world of the library, for the hour that belongs to me, for the spring scenery outside the window, and for all the beauty. I will come again to the place where books are popular. I will listen to the voice of my heart. Busy life, I will be happy! 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…