I feel after reading butterfly rib

When youth turns yellow, like leaves falling one by one, submerged by dust. No sound, no crying, no wreckage. After all, who is pale from the stubbornness of your eyes? As time goes by, the past can no longer be waited. Those who leave will never come back. Facing such a yellowish youth. What are you talking about? Don’t say anything. I just want to sing to you and sing the colorful fairy tales in my heart. There is a broken watch on the ground, and the time in the watch overflows everywhere. After collecting it again, it will never be adjusted back to the original time. The attractive smell in the original space can never be found again. No matter where the ending is. All need to be happy, all are very happy. I just want to sing to you, singing the MYLOVE in my heart. Pain is like this, love is like this, tenderness is like this, you are like this in your eyes. What is the length of heartbreak. If love, because of love, persistent love, calm love. What can’t be done is human beings, and what can be done is heart. The missing lover the missing lips cannot be expressed in his mouth, but there is blood rushing towards the bright life in his heart. If the process is too tired, you may as well remove the shackles and give yourself freedom. Go to the place you like. Just, stumbling steps. Forever guarding wrong-footed. She said, “Please God give her wings and let her become a flying bird. The feathers of birds kept spinning in the air. Feathers fell under my feet, and what I saw was a dream; What I could not see was the extremely long opposite bank. There is a bonfire on the shore, but it can’t burn the desire of people watching the fire on the other side. Pain, sweetness, desire no longer exists because of love. What you want to see in your eyes seems to be filled with dissatisfaction forever, just like the deep holes in the bottomless hole. Process… Process… Process… She said that Angel would give up flying for this process. The angel who gave up flying broke its wings and folded its wings, and sat quietly on the horizon. If you are too tired, you may as well remove the shackles and give yourself freedom; Be an angel sitting quietly for the process. No matter the rib, collarbone or shoulder blade; As long as it is from the person you love. She wants anything and accepts it. Even if we live in life, in each other’s memory and shadow. Even if you live in the pain, loss and loss of your whole life. Even such…… Even such…… Even if it is such an ending…… I saw that there was a kind of love. Call to ruin yourself without hurting your lover. 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…