Listen to music at midnight: I will wait for you at the next intersection

Long Sorrow is always in my heart) in the dead of night, the Moonlight flies slowly in front of my eyes. The quiet Starlight adds some pain and helplessness to the night with a sad indifference, I could not sleep alone. Sitting under the screen, I listened to a song named “I am waiting for you at the next intersection” sung by the wind. The light sadness and separation spread over my heart, and the night filled with missing was so long. At this time, I can only use the keyboard to knock out my missing for you word by word, telling my heart. The vast sea of people, the world of mortals rolling, you and I are close to each other across the screen, a light click, strange we came together, from meeting, knowing each other to falling in love, wipe out the spark of love. We don’t care about each other’s age, family, nor the difference of money, status and identity, but an emotion is real. When the love in my heart is lit by you and burned violently, this love makes me happy and excited. This love makes me lose my direction and forget about it. Love is swaying in the world of mortals, and the feelings are floating in my heart. This love is beautiful and prosperous in my life. We walked through countless intersections in a hurry, we met here, we stared at each other here, we made promises here, we were obsessed with the mountains and rivers here, we left deep and shallow footprints on the road. Perhaps, looking back and smiling in the past life, I will meet you in this life. But the years quietly flowed through my fingertips. When the lead faded away, I still stood at the next secluded crossroads of my life waiting for you. Tears blurred my sight. I don’t know what kind of lonely mood to interpret love? The continuous Love line lingered, which also hurt the acid heart. In the long lonely night, the dim light covered my haggard appearance and my deep yearning. I miss you not because of loneliness, but because I miss you. The reason why the feeling of loneliness is so heavy is that you think too deeply and bitter. Thinking about your love, it is so long, so long, so long, so long, so long, so long, so long, so long, and so long, so clear, so many kinds of thoughts, lingering in my heart, how much happiness, how much sadness, how much melancholy, how. Every time I think of your name, I always feel heartache. The pain of missing, the suffering of lovesickness and the endless expectation are all intertwined, which makes people feel physically and mentally contemptuous and miserable. Deep in Love, people feel lonely, making people Haggard for Iraq. Stepping on the spring breeze, walking in the world of mortals, passing through the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter, I have been chasing the happiness I desire in my heart. I just want to wait for one person. I really want to walk through time into your heart, and from then on, I will hug you lightly and entangle you all my life. I don’t know what kind of person can fall with you? I don’t know what kind of love can live and die with you? Although I have already thought out a lot of reasons to give up you, I still wander between giving up and not giving up. My heart is nostalgic, and I am still waiting for you persistently. Why can’t I control my heart and tears when I lie in bed? The yearning for you always annihilates my loneliness. I turn lovesickness into wine, which intoxicates people bit by bit. Time is long, and I spend all my fragrance. I tasted the incomplete old dream alone, so that I missed too many warm smiles. Although I experienced the bitter wind and rain, missed the sadness of autumn, the coolness of summer, spring came back, but inexplicable love still involved me. I was still waiting for you by the window every night. I was waiting for you to the vicissitudes of the sea. The sea was withered and the rocks were rotten. I hope that I can hold you in this life. My love for you is too mellow and strong. I just want to hold this feeling and this deep-rooted miss. Hide the distant you in my dream. My affectionate eyes stared at the rippling oasis of hope, reaching to the distant place of love dream. I am waiting for you at the next intersection with my sincere heart and tenderness, waiting for you to hold my hand, looking forward to meeting you and fulfilling the previous life agreement. I am in the bright sunshine of spring and summer, under the delicate Moonlight of autumn and winter, I lean on the intersection and look around. I look through the autumn water just to wait for you, I traveled to the end of the world just to meet you in the deepest part of the world of mortals. I was eager to find your figure. My people have been wandering for too long, my heart has been exhausted too much, I can no longer stand any wind and rain, I hope I can hold your hand and walk forward together, enjoy the scenery that belongs to us along the way Like (prose editor: Ke Er) 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”. 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Holy Snow

I always wanted to be a dull light and ethereal snowflake, falling quietly in the winter wilderness in the north. In my far-reaching dream, the snow in my hometown was like the stretch of silver satin. I placed myself in it and saw many wonderful things and the group of birds wandering in the deep blue sky. In many elapsed time, I was inspired by the silent instruction of Snow White, and constantly purified and upgraded all the details in my life in the wind of the world. I know that poetic snow is not equal to natural snow, but if you get involved in life as a pure snowflake, everything will become particularly relaxed, pure and vivid. That would be the unfolding of a story, not the ending. For example, Snow Lotus has the most charming life only when it is in full bloom on the snow mountain in Northwest China; For example, if the holy love like Snow Lotus burns on the endless snow field, that will be the most beautiful and the best setting. For many days, I left the door of my heart open, listening to a piece of snow like poetry and gently knocking at the door. The waiting only once in my life is not necessarily love. When the bonfire in the distance brightens my dim pupil again, I see the snow mountain like a loving old man, that is a kind of detached manner, which is full of mystery in awe. However, after countless baptisms, I saw the slanting Sky narrowing and becoming dry. I wanted to go back to the snow field and search for it at the beginning of my life. The white snow is actually the embodiment of my life or the perfect freehand brushwork. The simplest is the most beautiful. The sanctity and ethereal of snow cannot be replaced by other fragrant flowers. She opened in the deep winter and finally became the blood of the earth; She fluttered, fluttered, as if I stood in the wind. That is a kind of true honesty and selflessness. Holding six snowflakes in hand, the dancing soul can be close to the vast space-time, and quietly turn a wet face at the extreme of the universe. Now, when I look at the North with pure eyes, there will be snow falling into my heart. I felt unprecedented pleasure and intoxication, living as seriously as snow or quietly disappearing, jumping or flowing in the heart of the Earth, which was a poem rather than a fairy tale. I also recalled the snow accumulated in front of my hometown, which was as poetic and picturesque as the waves pushed my dream far away. I walked on the snow, and the clear footprints extended to the ends of the Earth infinitely. Love is the most difficult thing to forget in the world, and love is the one that can never be forgotten. At midnight in the south of the Yangtze River without winter snow, I dreamed back to the great Northeast Plain. On the holy snow, I wrote the tenacity, transcendence and beauty of life. 800 Words 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…