Sway

One afternoon in midsummer, the sound of cicadas outside the window was extremely annoying, and I couldn’t bear the boring atmosphere at home. So I strolled and relaxed on the street, but unexpectedly met a couple of lovers who were quarreling, although I passed by in a hurry, the harsh words of women and the angry roaring of men were really a disaster for me, a passerby, which overturned the image of my lover in my cognition. How much hatred does this have? The usual sweet words and pledges of love, why are they like enemies now, criticizing each other, as if they were blind in the past, how funny, love and Hate, between lovers and enemies, can be converted so fast, the former gentle and gentle and virtuous are gone, only leaving the resentment all over the sky, why bother, the lovers in my impression are those who join hands in the wind and rain and can never leave in the face of disasters. In my opinion, although the old love with the white head is not pure, it is mixed with family affection, the complexity of life, such as aging, is more respectable than pure love. It is the refined true feelings, not the love at first sight in a flash, but the looking back of a lifetime, the flowers and leaves flying in the world of mortals. Looking back, I remembered that woman who was still gentle in my dream. She was the only perfect in the broken, and how could she forget her staring at her lover’s eyes? If I don’t meet each other in this life, I will follow you. 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…