The fallen flowers and lonely tears, how can I feel

The days are constantly repeating, and I am still writing about those sorrows as always, how many people pass, how many people have been faded quietly by their own memories —- inscription if I was wandering on the beach of life, I picked up marvelous shells one by one, and I used the threads of memory, string up a piece of eternal memories miss and feelings are like gurgling water, flowing back to the dream-like memories in a bridge of time and space, soaking my heart deeply and deeply. When you step over the yellow leaves and slow down in the rustling autumn wind, when you stare at the distant sunset stubbornly smearing the afterglow all over the ground, when you read a book alone in the silent afternoon, I gently saw your sad smile. In this deep memory, you are also a long painting scroll with fallen flowers and lonely tears. How can you feel. I don’t know whether the journey of fleeting time is too fast or life is the same; When the bell rings again, your pace is gradually moving away, and the rain cannot wash away the missing for you, the snow can’t cover the love for you, and the corner can’t listen to the sad music quietly with charm. The Heart will be flooded and tears will flow across the cheek aimlessly. The heart is dead and the love is heavy; water and sky are separated, only on one side. Seeking hard, but finally it’s just love alone! My thoughts were dripping, and the Twilight came back to the Earth; My eyes were still dim, and I complained about my loyalty. My tears stopped and passed by silently. This gray road, how should I choose to translate this prosperous and painful life in the cycle of life? It is not a memory, let alone a Spring and Autumn period,,, Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) 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…