A quarter flowers open, half sentimental

The cry-like tune flows gently in the air, a kind of sadness, care, a thousand kinds of amorous feelings, and all kinds of helplessness, all of which suddenly come in the low and sad music, a small city in Jiangnan, the young man in black also rose up in his heart and came with a dance. In the corner of the bookcase, your letter paper was carefully bound into a book by me. Although I have been wandering for several times, I have always been with you. Looking through your words again, I feel that I am back to that beautiful youth like a song, rereading your heart, and having a feeling different from the past ten years later! After leaving, I don’t know whether you are far or near, and I can’t explore the vast sea of people. Although time dimmed The Green Years of that year, your shadow has been hidden in the softest corner of my heart, stubbornly unwilling to leave. I won’t forget or remember that your handsome smiling face will suddenly show my eyes, looking at me, laughing without saying a word. Time has taken away all the time of you and me. Fortunately, we still have our own handwriting. Your heroic and flying handwriting is as good as ever. Every horizontal and vertical is dyed with the residual temperature of your hands, and every left is the path of your mind. Those paper covered with ink words became precious because of you, and the Ink Rhyme and fragrance were as good as before. I like to make a cup of coffee, lay a paper of plain paper and write poems to you on the night of the Wind, Clear and Bright Moon. The swan goose is in the cloud and the fish is in the water. This feeling is already melancholy and hard to send! I had a whimsical thought that our letters could be bound together, but my young heart could not bear too much pressure. Therefore, I was left here to read you hard. After struggling for many years, the name that I tried hard to forget came to my heart easily and leisurely. After so long, I still couldn’t learn to forget it. Every time I miss you, I always feel lonely like a epiphyllum, blooming faintly in the Silent Night and withering silently. Your handwriting is as tall and straight as your figure. The beautiful past of that year has become the memory of heartache now. In fact, all the nobility and lowliness cannot be unified into the same scenery. In my world, you are truly made public as the only voice. Love is so short, but forgotten is so long! Hold the letter in hand and feel the gentleness of your fingertips again. Love can’t love, only love into the dust, smile to let go. When you are young, who can make it forever! 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…