Listening to music at midnight: the promise of fingertips

Night, cloud hazy yu meng long. I sat alone in front of the window and felt the tranquility belonging to this city. I looked at the world of the world of mortals, the wind and rain, the sorrow, the flashing lights and the ups and downs in my heart. Love is the eternal myth, always pouring out beautiful legends. The sky is not old, love is also long, love is difficult, hate is also long. The vast sea of people, the world of mortals rolling, your smile, we met beautifully. The dance which was tied to the fingertips in a square inch of land kept spinning, and the ten fingers kept playing on the keyboard. The beating notes tightly tied the two hearts which were originally strange from all over the world. The love that met in the mountains and waters, with red words, is hard to tell the heart of thousands of attachment, thousands of tender feelings. Heart Rain, fluttering all over the floor, moistens the feeling of lovesickness. The moment the love touched the cheek, there was a feeling of happiness overflowing. The hazy eyes turn into the lingering around your fingers in a moment. Maybe it was the previous life agreement that made our emotions experience twists and turns before we got acquainted and fell in love with each other in this life. The following days were full of romance, which made each other happy with each other and mutual affection, made a promise of love. After experiencing the ups and downs of emotions, facing the fate that can not be met, facing deep love and deep love, why don’t I cherish the warm feelings after the storm? Living in this complicated world, a red line of the old man under the moon strung two loving hearts and began to hold hands with each other. How happy, sweet and hopeful the two men and women are in love. People in the world of mortals always look forward to having an eternal love, hoping to stay together forever, hope life and death. Meet rocks crumble, End of Time. To death to make silk, wax torch Ashes tears. How many lovers in the world of mortals have ever promised an oath of love? How many lovers have ever made sweet promises in the world of mortals? Making a promise of love is really fascinating and disoriented. When we make a promise of love, maybe we don’t know that there are still many changes in our future life, and there are still many factors that cannot realize our promise, commitment will change along with the change of time and space. Those fragile promises, like the lonely leaves swaying in the wind, can not stand the test of time, space or material. In today’s materialistic society, it is really hard to say how long you can love someone. How long can a promise of love last? How long can a given love last? Maybe time can really dilute and change everything. The promise once made and the dream weaved painstakingly in my heart finally blew away by the wind. How many people can keep the promise until the end? And that beautiful fairy tale can only become a secret hidden deep in my heart. Marriage is the world of two people, and it is the combination of two people with totally different thoughts, characters, concepts and characters. This requires us to irrigate this beautiful flower with our heart. If you really love a person, you don’t need to make too many promises. To fulfill the promise with actions is far more beautiful than verbal promises. We only want a stable, comfortable and peaceful home for the promise of love. When we were kids, our original and purest promises were nothing more than hooking fingers, pulling hooks and hanging ourselves, and never changing for one hundred years. Commitment has its weight, either as light as a feather or more important than Mount Tai. To love a person, what you need is not commitment, but more dedication and responsibility. When you love and care for this emotion with your heart, time will give you the most real commitment. The pledge of love between lovers is to trust each other and cherish each other’s rare love. In my opinion, the tacit understanding of lovers should be the tacit understanding of soul, and the promise of lovers should be the promise of life and death, which is by no means the setting sun on the sea and clouds in the sky. The vicissitudes of the world are changing and the world of mortals is changing. Don’t expect others’ promises, and don’t expect life to give us too little feedback. I thought that only by helping each other can we share our sufferings and see the true feelings on the rough road, this is the promise of lovers love. True love has to pay a price. When giving promises to others, please give a sincere heart to keep all your promises away from false feelings and abandon cheating and perfunctory, let each other see the most sincere side. As long as we are sincere to each other and everyone gives their inner integrity, a promise can warm the whole world. You give the promise a smile, and the promise will give you a hug. In the long river of life, life is short and fleeting. We are all passers-by of time, and what belongs to us is only a short life in a hurry. We not only enjoy the grace of the stars, but also laugh at the beauty of the Moon flowers, but also appreciate the rugged hardships, plain loneliness, and too many promises make our hearts tired and tired, how can easily commitment? How can we easily give up our promise? If destined, there is no need to promise true love, A warm word, a touch of looking forward to your eyes, the promise of your fingertips, your heart will float far away with you, you are me, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love it is a dream if love is an empty scene, the sad and beautiful love has been deeply planted. Even if love is a dream, even if love is an empty scene, waiting for your next life, the promise at your fingertips, the promise at your fingertips, the promise at midnight, listen to music, after listening repeatedly and listening to the promise of fingertips for countless times, a Mao, a popular online singer from Wenzhou, Zhejiang province, showed his passion, which was full of strong appeal, I was moved by the attachment to love conveyed in the song, and my heart couldn’t calm down at night for a long time. The clouds were hazy and the rain was hazy. I sat alone in front of the window and felt the tranquility belonging to this city. I looked at the world of the world of mortals, the wind and rain, the sorrow, the flashing lights and the ups and downs in my heart. Love is the eternal myth, always pouring out beautiful legends. The sky is not old, love is also long, love is difficult, hate is also long. The vast sea of people, the world of mortals rolling, your smile, we met beautifully. The dance which was tied to the fingertips in a square inch of land kept spinning, and the ten fingers kept playing on the keyboard. The beating notes tightly tied the two hearts which were originally strange from all over the world. The love that met in the mountains and waters, with red words, is hard to tell the heart of thousands of attachment, thousands of tender feelings. Heart Rain, fluttering all over the floor, moistens the feeling of lovesickness. The moment the love touched the cheek, there was a feeling of happiness overflowing. The hazy eyes turn into the lingering around your fingers in a moment. Maybe it was the previous life agreement that made our emotions experience twists and turns before we got acquainted and fell in love with each other in this life. The following days were full of romance, which made each other happy with each other and mutual affection, made a promise of love. After experiencing the ups and downs of emotions, facing the fate that can not be met, facing deep love and deep love, why don’t I cherish the warm feelings after the storm? Living in this complicated world, a red line of the old man under the moon strung two loving hearts and began to hold hands with each other. How happy, sweet and hopeful the two men and women are in love. People in the world of mortals always look forward to having an eternal love, hoping to stay together forever, hope life and death. Meet rocks crumble, End of Time. To death to make silk, wax torch Ashes tears. How many lovers in the world of mortals have ever promised an oath of love? How many lovers have ever made sweet promises in the world of mortals? Making a promise of love is really fascinating and disoriented. When we make a promise of love, maybe we don’t know that there are still many changes in our future life, and there are still many factors that cannot realize our promise, commitment will change along with the change of time and space. If you don’t have enough confidence and courage to realize everything you said, don’t say it out easily. What you promised is not as simple as it was. Those fragile promises, like the lonely leaves swaying in the wind, can not stand the test of time, space or material. In today’s materialistic society, it is really hard to say how long you can love someone. How long can a promise of love last? How long can a given love last? Maybe time can really dilute and change everything. The promise once made and the dream weaved painstakingly in my heart finally blew away by the wind. How many people can keep the promise until the end? And that beautiful fairy tale can only become a secret hidden deep in my heart. Marriage is the world of two people, and it is the combination of two people with totally different thoughts, characters, concepts and characters. This requires us to irrigate this beautiful flower with our heart. If you really love a person, you don’t need to make too many promises. To fulfill the promise with actions is far more beautiful than verbal promises. We only want a stable, comfortable and peaceful home for the promise of love. When we were kids, our original and purest promises were nothing more than hooking fingers, pulling hooks and hanging ourselves, and never changing for one hundred years. Commitment has its weight, either as light as a feather or more important than Mount Tai. To love a person, what you need is not commitment, but more dedication and responsibility. When you love and care for this emotion with your heart, time will give you the most real commitment. The pledge of love between lovers is to trust each other and cherish each other’s rare love. In my opinion, the tacit understanding of lovers should be the tacit understanding of soul, and the promise of lovers should be the promise of life and death, which is by no means the setting sun on the sea and clouds in the sky. The vicissitudes of the world are changing and the world of mortals is changing. Don’t expect others’ promises, and don’t expect life to give us too little feedback. I thought that only by helping each other can we share our sufferings and see the true feelings on the rough road, this is the promise of lovers love. True love has to pay a price. When giving promises to others, please give a sincere heart to keep all your promises away from false feelings and abandon cheating and perfunctory, let each other see the most sincere side. As long as we are sincere to each other and everyone gives their inner integrity, a promise can warm the whole world. You give the promise a smile, and the promise will give you a hug. In the long river of life, life is short and fleeting. We are all passers-by of time, and what belongs to us is only a short life in a hurry. We not only enjoy the grace of the stars, but also laugh at the beauty of the Moon flowers, but also appreciate the rugged hardships, plain loneliness, and too many promises make our hearts tired and tired, how can easily commitment? How can we easily give up our promise? If destined, there is no need to promise true love, A warm word, a touch of looking forward to your eyes, the promise of your fingertips, your heart will float far away with you, you are me, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love it is a dream if love is an empty scene, the sad and beautiful love has been deeply planted. Even if love is a dream, even if love is an empty scene, waiting for your next life, the promise at your fingertips, the promise at your fingertips, the promise at midnight, listen to music, after listening repeatedly and listening to the promise of fingertips for countless times, a Mao, a popular online singer from Wenzhou, Zhejiang province, showed his passion, which was full of strong appeal, I was moved by the attachment to love conveyed in the song, and my heart couldn’t be calm for a long time. 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…

Autumn Rain fragment umbrella remember

Autumn Rain fragment umbrella remember

Wen/Yi people are holding a oiled paper umbrella there, wandering alone in the long, long and lonely rain Lane. I hope to meet a girl with sorrow like clove. Twenty years ago, when I first came into contact with modern Chinese poetry, I fell in love with Dai Wangshu’s poem Rain Lane. In “rain Lane”, the poet who walked alone with an oil paper umbrella, the long and lonely rain Lane, and a girl with melancholy like lilac, it was fixed in my mind like a thick and light ink painting. Until today, when I see the colorful umbrellas held by people, I will think of the poet holding the oiled paper umbrella and the lilac girl with sorrow in the rain Lane. Now there is no one who can hesitate alone with an oil paper umbrella. It is not only in the late autumn when the autumn rain is lingering, but also hard to see. The word “hesitation” has been gradually deleted from the rain Lane with the elimination of oil-paper umbrellas as the era of poets went away. However, I can’t remove the hesitation brought by the oiled paper umbrella from the world of the umbrella. I always think that the oil paper umbrella can be copied, but the loneliness and confusion of wandering alone cannot be copied. Therefore, every rainy day comes, I always look for that hesitation among numerous umbrellas, but I can’t find it. Modern people are in a hurry, walking through the rain. They have hope, destination and berthed ships. Therefore, umbrellas are just their tools to cover the rain, and there is no other meaning at all. The poet ended an era with the hesitation of oil paper umbrella, leaving us only the loneliness and sorrow in the rain Lane. After thinking carefully, why should I look for the hesitation under that umbrella? There are too many flower umbrellas to carry the loneliness of the rain Lane; The flower umbrellas are too miscellaneous to calm the noise of the rain. Standing in front of the window, holding a cup of strong coffee just cooked, stirring while listening to the monotonous ticking sound of rain on the window glass in the House, the loneliness in the bottom of my heart came into being. Look at the umbrella flowers blooming before the rain. One umbrella, or two umbrellas, walk leisurely in the trickle rain to do what they should do. I knew that loneliness and loneliness were locked in the room by me, and the Glass blocked the world of rain. Although there were rainy scenery and umbrella interests in my eyes, but it was just like TV commercials, passing by hurriedly, which could not leave any impression. Today, the unexpected autumn day, the rain is still playing its own monologue unhurriedly. Day and night, I don’t know what it is telling? Is it sadness or joy? I am can’t guess. The flower umbrella walks in the rain, separating the world outside the umbrella. The world in the umbrella is dry and clean, which only belongs to the calm nature of one person and the romantic warmth of two people. And the world outside the umbrella is empty and silent. Except for the sound of rain echoing in the air, there is no need to find anything worth recalling. Xiao Jie, a college classmate, called from Beijing and complained that I didn’t contact her. I eliminated her misunderstanding with the word “busy”, but being busy was just an excuse, but the real thing was that I had no superficial mood to maintain friendship. I can make a phone call or send it to sister Yi, but what am I going to say? Said I’m fine? That’s lies. Say I’m not good? The words are very long, not a few words can be said clearly, and how can others understand their own sufferings? For friendship, I can help my friends understand and sympathize with me. In order to write, I can do something to make myself quit writing. But how can the unforgettable friendship and the persistence of looking forward to the end of the world cover the past with a busy word? Busy is a lazy umbrella, which covers my yearning for friends and my pursuit of ideals. The rain always stops to rest, and the flower umbrella will eventually be placed in the pavilion. Only a heart that doesn’t want to grow old always skips monotonously with the ticking autumn rain. In the dead of night, let the wet lingering lovesickness that is hard to withstand freeze. Dai Wangshu, a poet, could throw loneliness into the rain lane with an oilpaper umbrella. Ma Zhiyuan could send nostalgia to the alley with a broken heart in the end of the world. Moreover, Yi An, a layman, could paint the miserable tragedy darker than the night by guarding the window. People’s emotions are extravagant for the most difficult autumn. In the slight expression of sorrow, let your sentimental heart stop in the cold autumn. When the rain falls, it is sudden, and when you rest, it is instant. People are old and depressed in the helpless accumulation of yellow flowers and the teasing of autumn rain. Suddenly Looking back, youth and dreams have gone quietly with the oiled paper umbrella in the rain Lane. Therefore, what hesitates alone is only the loss of time passing away, and what is lonely and lonely is only the confusion of where to wake up from the wine tonight. Swallow a bitter coffee, and have to sigh that life is just like bitter coffee, which needs to be ground slowly and tasted slowly. Through the window glass, I saw the oiled paper umbrella in a trance and moved forward slowly. But under that umbrella, it was no longer a single hesitation, but two people who were close to each other. They weaved a wisp of fervent feelings in the rain. In the small world, tenderness may not have to wait until tomorrow, the rain will naturally stop. The wandering oil-paper umbrella will eventually be stored in a corner of the heart and will not let it bloom quietly. 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…