Window

It’s almost Tanabata, approaching this ancient Chinese Valentine’s Day, my heart doesn’t feel moved. Love is as poisonous as a method, and as holy as crystal. Love is a beautiful fairy tale as well as an old legend. The word love is too noble and too humble. I didn’t want to mention it, but it is everywhere. Yesterday, I saw a young girl, smiling to a young girl affectionately, saying that being a lover for a short period of time would lose a friend for a long time, which was not worthwhile. Thinking secretly, I think it’s reasonable. If it cannot last long, it is better to be friends forever. Friends may last longer than lovers. The cloud is very low, and the wind is also cold. The rain was very lingering, just like the murmur of another world, whispering. The sun hid in the clouds, and the sun was hazy in the rain, just like a dream with light smoke, it adds some beauty to the world. Every day, when walking in flowers and poems, there is always a slight drunkenness. Flowers are half drunk, people are half drunk, and they often look at the world with cold eyes. Let lovesickness become a Que, and fallen flowers become wounds. Clouds are flying all over the sky, flowing into words. The rain was heavy, the Green Mountains were heavy, the frowned eyebrows were staring at me, a few lines of egrets were floating near the water, and dyed the sky like ink. You said, the drizzle and the fallen flowers are on the setting sun, and the water shines on the red makeup. Every day that has passed away is a withered peach blossom, which is breathtaking and has a sad and beautiful delusion. You said, you are the most beautiful season in my heart, and you are the most beautiful encounter in my life. With you in my heart, I am full of sunshine, happiness, happiness and sweetness every day. When I was drunk, I slept under flowers and woke up to chase white clouds. The core is cold and fragrant, the moss is green and dyed, the ancient wood is vicissitudes, the stream is gurgling, the bluestone Alley, the old courtyard, and the unspeakable seclusion. Walking in Yuxi, watching the small bridge and flowing water, strange stones and algae, tasting the ancient words on the stone tablet, I felt more clear and shallow in my mind. [2] miss you, in the misty rain in Jiangnan. Miss your Jade wrist like snow, slender finger Ruolan, red note small words, write countless lovesickness. Perhaps, you are the Green Lantern in the Peach Blossom Temple in your previous life, I am the old books under the Green Lantern. Your light has traveled in my words for thousands of years, and then you have planted peach blossoms that can only bloom for you, precipitate the agilawood that only you can understand. Open the door of time, open the door, meet you. Hit it off, soulmate. Flowers and rain are colorful, you are in the middle of flowers and rain. Space rarely text. A few words, but they are all affectionate. I love you! In a word, I don’t feel repetitive even if I repeat it a hundred times a day. Love really doesn’t need much. It’s enough to keep talking nonsense over and over again. I am not tired of talking for thousands of times, and I am still intoxicated after listening for hundreds of years. You cast a look at me, and in front of my eyes, there are thousands of peach blossoms blooming in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River; I give you a smile, and the moon shines on Qian Shan in your heart, and the lotus fragrance is ten miles away. Red beans are planted between the eyebrows, with clear streams on the lips and peach blossoms in the heart. No matter which day you come, I will recognize you gently. The tears of peach blossoms and the cold fireworks were always covered by the pink walls, which made the sound of water in the south of the Yangtze River hazy. People say that the beauty of a woman is just the beauty of the moment, and love is just the drizzle and sand that the Palm can’t hold. Sitting alone in the middle of the night, under the west window, a song of clear words, rubbing some cool rain. In this life, only for the warmth of meeting you, only for building a beautiful dream with you, and to continue the past life and this life can not be loved. Night rain. Listening to loneliness. The rain pattered, knocking on the window lattice, the cool wind blew up the curtain, which made me feel more lonely. Gently close to the windowsill, cover up and listen, the echo of the years. The smoke and rain outside the window were hazy, the night was blurred, and the neon flickered like a ghost. I can’t see anything clearly. Who can see the truth in time clearly? Only at the intersection of each encounter, put several cups and wait for the destined person. A cane chair, a Zen tea and a cattail fan wait until the snow falls and plum blossoms bloom. As time goes by, the water is thin and the mountain is cold. [3] clove is empty, and people are lonely in the rain. You said, when the rain knocks on the window at night, lovesickness becomes more tender. Your eyes are like water. Even though you are across the mountain and across the endless time and space, you still cast clear light on my heart. The third generation and the third generation are all stained with the ash of lovesickness. As time goes by, my original heart is still the same. Your long hair is elegant and purple, the love in your heart is condensed and exposed, with the fragrance of flowers, blooming slowly in the quiet night. Looking back and looking at each other, I feel confused and confused. You are the flower that I will never be invincible in this life, and I am the city that you can’t walk out in your life. You said, how can you understand the charm of lovesickness after thousands of years of reincarnation? The sky is not old, love is difficult. The heart is like a double silk screen, with thousands of knots. Read you in the depths of the world of mortals, read your enchanting, read your charming, read directly to the white snow on the temples, the Earth is old and the Earth is deserted. Read the past directly into painting, years into poetry, but also lingering with you in the painting, romantic in the poem. You are my eyebrows of good water, I am your mountain of smoke. After the vicissitudes of life, I still love you as before. You said that you like romance, full of passion. I often imagine a beautiful scene, you are fluttering with purple, I am white and snow, walking side by side in the beautiful south of the Yangtze River. Walking through the peach blossom full slope, Lotus ten miles, Gui Xiang full yard, chrysanthemum yellow everywhere, when the snow first white, go together to pick plum blossom. Then at the top of the skyscraper, watch the fireworks all over the city. The fireworks were so cool that it turned gray in a flash. Silks and satins are so cool, just like years. Hold your hand, hold the happiness of life. You said, love me to crazy, I am your fatal wound. You can’t tell whether it is robbery or fate. To get into lovesickness is to get into a difficult knot. In one’s life, there is a conceivable person, an infatuated love, a chapter of romantic stories, which is also a beautiful thing. [4] Autumn Comes Quietly, the past turns cold, the breeze blows gently, and the words are boiled as medicine, which can cure your soul which is ridged with holes. The night rain in front of the window is like an old song, an old prose, the wind sings the rain and the flowers wander. When autumn is deep and picturesque, I will sit in a flower, sitting in meditation, sitting in the way you want, silently and fragrant. Then, you read it softly. It rained all night and the wind was fast. Dawn up, tea cooking incense, static see Mancheng Green wet place, heart exceptionally quiet. Sitting against the time, holding the east fence, you can’t see the shadow of chrysanthemum. Chrysanthemum opened through autumn, winter and Midsummer. Before the end of summer, it was finally completely defeated. In the flower beds at all the crossroads in the city, the shadow of chrysanthemum can no longer be seen, leaving only withered branches and even yellow soil. However, autumn is coming, and chrysanthemum will be everywhere soon. I think it is good to live in Jiangnan. You can smell the fragrance of flowers all your life and rain apricot flowers in spring. When you feel the tide in your heart, you can see the peach blossoms all over the mountain. In the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, I bought a pot of wine and found a quaint teahouse with white walls and tiles, and carved flowers by wooden windows. Once I get drunk, I will spend my whole life alone. Even in autumn, even if people are thinner than yellow flowers. Actually, it is thin and good. I am very envious, especially women, talented women. In this way, it becomes a poem, a tune, a little Ling. Let the night breeze play gently. Secluded, quiet good. In this life, I only wish to walk in poetry, get drunk under flowers, and sleep alone in the shadow of the breeze. Life flowers Acacia old, curtain rain, month on my piano, bamboo fence Cottage, half leisure. Bai Yin Gree said, it is late at night, and I am still trying to find a way to plant flowers on the moon. In this way, the moonlight shines on your windowsill, and the flowers also bloom on your windowsill. What kind of romance is that? Every thought has the fragrance of flowers, every word has the meaning of clouds, every line has the sound of water from the south of the Yangtze River, and every page has the heart of Lotus. In this life, I just want to make a romantic appointment with you. I plant flowers on the moon, write on the stars, and cook together in the world of mortals. The heart has Peach Blossom Source, where is not the water cloud? Text: sex is as light as chrysanthemum QQ:171918223 like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow disappears 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…

Thousands

[1] In those years, thousands of love words were written down and flowers were born; Looking back again, infinite lovesickness flowed across the world. [2] I will hire you for a lifetime, and make me have white hair. Accompany you to warm wine and make tea with me. Think, calm down on your shoulder, listen, apricot rain lightly hits the flower window. Look, play in the pool, dream, women will sing with their husband next year. [4] I really want to hold you in my arms. My fingers are fastened tightly. Listen to the rain hitting the windowsill and see the flowers falling down. I really want to live outside the world, and I have no guess, I express my deep love, you just hold your cheek. [5] small bridge and flowing water home, stone path, bamboo fence and black tile, under the eaves in front of the flower window, light rain tickles, which is exactly the most beautiful love words for you and me in this life. [6] put an old wine, listen to the rain and hit the flower window; Let’s sing a little, dance a sleeve of feather clothes and dress. [7] Careful, the boundless love of the ends of the world. Recall, that year today of always got them. Xianyu, the vintage wine in the glass cup. Listening quietly, the fallen flowers are melodious and melodious. [8] love a deep love, till the end of the world. Write a que jin lai yesterday to, and you singing. Listen to a song melodious, wait until you are elated. A light glass gongs wine cup, brimmed obsession. [9] In tenderness percents tired heart, still thinking about you Qiao Xiao sweet the look of. That ink lines, but filled with my dream of the falling flower fragrance. [10] snap a branch with rain pear, brew a bowl afternoon tea, waiting for sunset. For life wenwenruya, write a paper warm heart love, until cang yan bai fa. [11] a dream, end of time, failing in life and how. Love once, affectionate lofty, obsession I also just as well. [12] No matter close “how beautiful, shy what Mei, rest only love you this time. Even if greengage wither, wax torch Ashes, afterlife also paint you eyebrows. [13] outstretched palm, light holding a flower, only for brewing most beautiful poem in the attractive sweet smell. Stood on tiptoe, stay close to your cheek, only for light smell love of taste. [14] miss, fell down quietly thy brow, and can you feel the love of beautiful; Tears, slipping through your mouth, you whether taste love of taste. [15] flower if Xie, is for you withered, tears if flow, is cry for you; Month if thin, is for you Acacia, pen if dynamic, is write for you. [16] kind of a red bean in most mei nian hua, open a tree love flowers; Cut a Zhang Chenyuan, for life and death enemy, woven told story. [17] Phi a clothing moonlight, pillow night cool, light smell a dream flower incense. Warm a pot wine, pour a cup of past, laugh sip life sorrow and injured. [18] The flowers on the tip of the pen are all my love words to you. Poem hidden in the she, Pianpian are I carefully painted painting. [19] those years, those words, is blooming blooming love flowers. Hungry for, those silly, are innocent and artless most beautiful expression. [20] for the warm sunshine, drive away my inner cold. Open years bags, hold this season of fen fen. [21] In the dusk, most romantic thing is back-to-back, jing yi Shuiyun, guarding sunset, with dreams, to you I day of happy sharing, lead to ink rhyme liuxiang of warm heart lines. At midnight, the most romantic thing is hand in hand, walking trail, blowing wind, sun moon, you my future happiness, recalling that together through the good times. [22] Until next Bingdi flowering, find a water people, dwelling bamboo fence black tiles, busy degree spring and summer and winter, regardless of wind and rain, or ups and downs, I am willing to accompany you, get through life’s every levels. To be future cang yan bai fa, warm a pot poem and wine Zen tea, drunk see ink blue and white, jing shang sunset haze, no matter towards Huan Xi music, or Morningside nocturne, I ‘d like to join you, care fleeting every moment. [23] keep pure land, the surplus of a sleeve water-style, gently, you I dream fall Jiangnan. To walk, the most pleasant is: Spring Phi a Suo misty rain, summer see ten Lotus, autumn tour Sanqiu seeds, and winter fishing river snow. Dip a leisure, brew a curtain heart, quietly, you I resided in villas. Handle at this time, the most romantic is: Poem romantic, word fill seasons, song sing sorrows, Fu dye ink rhyme. [24] dwelling poor home, spring tea net Zen, tree whereabouts chess Tim wit, very not Lehu; han wo Villas, borrow wine proof free of month, Stealing Beauty a pillow and dreams to, not kuaizai. [25] living Villas, drunk according screens, tapping tan ban, croon yellow jin lv, that tube flowers bloom, or cloud-Yun volume; Jealously guarding our place, slanting crosswise, subtle fragrance floating, reap style single Yan Xuan, that tube butterfly duanhun, or cream avian steal eyes. [26] dwelling water people, zuiwo Mountain Cloud, busy Cup month, laugh at wu li hua. Jealously guarding zither years, flick pi pa yu, shallow sing Lotus Song, crooning Huanxisha. [27] body in downtown, such as Blue at Valley and self-aromatic, like Lotus lightness finds; Heart in Nanshan, as chrysanthemum pro Frost and independent, like mei ying snow and Bloom. [28] Dwelling Shuiyun, flower front warm drunk pick up rhyme, Mo Shang beauty free outing. Dependent sunset, breeze Jieyu listen to zheng ming, hongxiutianxiang into dream. [29] you with infatuation not regret, warm my liu li dian pei. I use gentle enough, paint you tactfully Emei. [30] Xu I once moments, betroth you lofty love. With my great lucky, changing you double happiness. [31] warm hops window, fine chemicals chapters of a moon and free, laugh obliterate red san qian blame. Drunken Dream Shuiyun, Bixi crooning whisk old string, breeze stealing into doubled fragments. [32] elastic-one for red, unloading weary, credit river views, blow breeze, tours tours night, listen to classical, stolen day at leisure. Choose corner peace, lying party Bluestone, lying a tree flower front, bask mood, think about past, warm fleeting, Dream a pillow Enron. [33] dwelling water Jiangnan, I will overnight, with you sharing Twilight le chao Huan, regardless of Spring Autumn, or summer cold winter; Shoulder dan chai metres salt, I will for life, accompany you Total Tsui bitter, sweet no matter luxurious, or bread; Light twist pingze rhythm, I will echoed each other, accompany you mutual product elegant gentle, no matter romantic, or poem and wine tea Zen. [34] If have Leisure, and listen to classical, bask in mind, warm fleeting, as than are men. Occasionally masaoki, looking through historical records, read philosophers, write mood, so complacent Enron. [35] After the World Naked, in red dust hustle, busy see clouds swirling, drunk listen to breeze whisper, is the world’s most beautiful poetic Taoyuan. Idle, bluestone alley for a walk, bi jian Creekside fishing, Yagishita flower front listen to song; Masaoki, looking through five classics, read philosophers, goods poetry, so very good. [36] for if I Li, peach blossom, betroth you life time, will you light meal crude tea, with me kind Sangzhi hemp? If I abandoned fame Lida, for you career Xing home. Will you wind and rain, and I the winter calendar summer? If I in huaqianyuexia, Xu you thousands of words. Will you with white hair, with I die of the end? [Note] This series of text selected prose in word pictures and non-shi fei words united Africa, attribution one poem incense ⑥ group. Welcome to reprint share, refused to copy paste, rights Reserved! Spring elimination snow 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…

Embrace

Because I work in other places, I always come and go home in a hurry every time. It’s almost eight years old. The days of gathering less and leaving more are getting used to it. There is no way. In order to live, we have to travel between the two places. Every time I leave, as long as the child is present, I will hug him symbolically. Sometimes he was also encouraged to say a few words, which were nothing but studying hard, listening to his mother’s words and so on. I remember that when he just went to other places, he was only in the fourth grade of primary school. Now he is already a senior two student, whose size is even stronger than mine. I think children may not understand the true meaning of embracing separately. There are expectations, family affection and guilt. After all, I don’t spend much time with my children at ordinary times, and I don’t let my children feel the father’s love they deserve. In learning, there are even fewer concerns in life. Impression, few years present only at he 1 parent conference, the rest are wife to of, that his teacher suspected single-parent families. I really feel that my father is too unqualified. Of course, I will also find ways to do something for my child. Every time I go back, I will buy several books for him and write several letters to him. I remember that I once bought him a German Braun cartoon “father and son”, and my son loved it very much and fondle admiringly. Even so, compared with the fathers of other children, I admit that I haven’t done enough, and a simple hug can’t make up for anything, but I still want to express my feelings through it. Ruthless is not necessarily a real hero. How can a poor son not be a husband? Maybe. Fortunately, the child is very obedient and sensible, and he has been studying hard. Every time he came back, he liked to communicate with me. We played chess, ran, watched movies, and was also willing to share his fun at school with me, which made me more or less happy. Several times, in order to drive early, the child was still asleep. I walked to the bed and watched him sleep soundly. I couldn’t help patting him gently. I’m leaving, son. The child sat up with a sleepy face, and I leaned down to say goodbye to him. Then, gently bring it to the door. On the way to the station, my wife said to me, “You two are still very sticky, right? If you are the best at home, you can play chess, play ball games and run with your son every day. Yes, people are in the arena, and they can’t help themselves. Every time you come back soon, your son always talks about you. After listening, I was speechless. Maybe someone will laugh at me, saying that I am acting or affectation. Actually, it is not necessarily true. Some people say that there are thousands of kinds of love in the world, but only the heart of loving the son is the purest. Lu Xun had an article named How to be a father. During his son’s growing up, he once mentioned: What I think now is just love.. Da Vinci once said: Father’s love can sacrifice everything of himself, including his own life. After reading, it makes people aftertaste. Oh, open your arms and hug the one you love. After all, life is short, only love is eternal! 2015.10.18 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…