Faint

Thinking that one afternoon, I just did nothing, just sitting quietly, listening to songs, writing and writing, and letting all my thoughts fly thousands of miles away and ignore them. Maybe when it comes to a special season, all the mess will burst out with the accumulation of the past, which can not restrain the emotion for several times. Imagine the childishness of those days and each other, where you can enjoy yourself again and forget yourself again. And I also caressed her carefully with my hands folded together for fear that some accident would crush her. After all, choosing her was doomed to be difficult, with her, she was destined to accept more unnatural things. It is not easy to keep that pure land. Cry for her, laugh for her, worry for her, and be happy for her. I once thought that I would leave her alone and change all kinds of postures with the evolution of nature. But my inner obsession shouted again to wake up my sleeping self. I shouldn’t hesitate or be hurt for this. Because, in that not far place, there will always be a trace of light, but the time to reach that place is a little longer and a little tortuous. There will also be stars and fragrance in the garden. Listening to that light music quietly, my heart became particularly delicate and soft. Maybe at this point of time, I really knew myself again and my heart became calm down. In this vague definition, everything seems extremely pale and inseparable. I really want to look at the tender feelings flowing from the tip of the pen like this, melting the cold like ice; The mixed threads of my brain make up a picture, and I will smile with satisfaction in the days I recall later. One song after another, one word after another, gradually it became natural. It seemed that those things disappeared, and the heart was also pure. Always clean up those unnecessary and unnecessary things, and then leave some beauty and happiness. 1.1 drop, 1 minute 1 second, passing the time, enrich life, sediment of a years. Based on this, I just guarded quietly and silently. The obsession ripples again, and my soul became clear. And I also calmed down and finally belonged to her. May the Orchid fragrance Be pleasant at that night, and may the flute be melodious at that night. Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) 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…