Fall in Love with Love

In this similar cold night. All the cold wind blew through my black outer shirt and hit my skin. The coolness emitted from the bones at that moment. I couldn’t help being shocked. At that moment, I thought of our love. Is it the humbleness in others’ eyes? Is it hard to get in my heart? Or is it an optional accessory for you? I suddenly remembered that hot and dry 3:30 pm. I stood in the old corridor and looked down at your face. Xu Zhimo said: the most gentle one who lowered his head was like a lotus flower, which was not as shy as the cool wind. So I was so eager that you could raise your head and see me standing stubbornly at the gate of another class. I saw your lighter flashing his Sparks under the emerald leaves. Leaves puff and smoke. Make a sizzling sound. It seems like our love, with faint light shining in our memory. And I stood in the sky and night stubbornly guarding this weak love. What is consistent with my conjecture is that you never raise your head and see me who is not me any more, and the shyness which is full of cool wind is finally out of luck with me. At 7 o’clock in this bleak night. I looked at the outside sky filled with gray and black edges, dizzy on the blue bottom, dyed into a desolate world. So under this infinitely sad sky. I lay on the fence and looked at the tomb not far away. At that moment, I suddenly saw the epitome of my happiness on the black paper on the bus through the mirror of time. At that time, we promised to go to the end of the world, and promised to keep the white head from each other. But the promise at that time is now like a small weapon. It flashed white light in this moonless 7-point zero 5 points, fiercely wan zhe my chest. The heart with a complete surface but already ridged with holes is painful, twisted and bloody. It is jumping in front of my eyes, beating with its limited life.. In that time gap, I bound our love with dying struggle. It is impossible to be happy to fall in love! Whether I love you or love has nothing to do with you has different meanings, whether there is that kind of blue and white sky standing under the prosperous metasequoia tree, looking up at the gap between leaves, it gives you an illusion within your reach. I thought I loved you. But what I love is only our love. Bamboo on. You have never noticed the trace of that youth, even though it was repeated with you. And I also kept this little lovesickness secretly lucky in time. But what does it really exist? Is little monster. M sand. Love or our Love with no ending? They said: When you are happy, you will cry. Therefore, I stood under the green bamboo leaves with my head leaning against the slender bamboo pole and wept happily. It is said in the records of the museum that Emperor Shun died after touring south to Cangwu. His two concubines cried between Jiangxiang, and tears poured on the bamboo. From then on, there were spots on the bamboo pole. If my tears drop beside your name engraved on the bamboo pole, dye a tiny spot there. After a long time, do you have my tears hidden in your heart? I once thought so naive. But now I am resting on this cold bamboo pole, but I only hope that I can cry quietly. Xu Zhimo said: I love about that love, just like about that autumn rain. When the orange is yellow, the rain falls silently. Who opened the curtain and opened the window again, a layer of autumn rain, A layer of cold Oh. Love can be described as one or two. Finally, in this silent night, I told myself quietly: I love our love. And I don’t love you. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) 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…