We

Just for a glimpse, I read for the rest of my life! Thousands of mountains and rivers, just to seek the past heart! When the breeze passes by, your flowing hair gently blows my cheek; When the morning sun rises, I can still see your smile; The rainbow is hanging in the air, remember that it is the color I drew for you, hope, today, I can still dip in the blue of the sky for you! Suddenly flowers bloom, and we seem to have seen each other somewhere! You remember? It seemed that it was a spring when the emotion in my heart just sprouted! When passing by you, I couldn’t help stopping. Obviously, your charm is infinite, which makes me fall by accident! About in the afternoon, there was a woman dressed in bright yellow, with vertical hair and drawing board, hiding her slim figure in a large area of rape field! All yellow, I can’t tell which one is rape and which one is you! But we are also fascinated by it. We seem to have seen it somewhere! You remember? I remember that it was a summer when your beauty was blooming like flowers! West Lake, perfect encounter. I fell in love at first sight because of a unique purity and elegance out of the silt but not dyed! It must be the appointment of the previous life, otherwise, why is the lotus pond still the lotus pond, and the pavilion still the Pavilion. The sound of the flute is familiar to the ear, and the eyes are also similar to the heart. There is no doubt that I am your homecoming! In this life, the same vision in the same place will fall into your eyes like water again! We seem to have seen it somewhere! You remember? It seemed that it was an autumn, when fallen leaves covered the way home! You like to pick up the maple leaves floating in the wind in the quiet forest most, which are red. You said this color is very warm, and you put it in the pages after smiling and kissing! The most unforgettable thing is that at the moment when the sunset slanted to the west, you are used to cutting the sunset with a scissor hand. You can’t bear to disturb the extremely quiet evening. Because you are so beautiful that I dare not talk to you! When your back is lengthened, I will chase the shadow on the ground, happy and happy. We seem to have seen it somewhere! You remember? I remember that it was a winter when snowflakes were flying all over the sky outside! I still miss your time in my memory. Take your hand and walk through the snow to find plum blossom! Then warm a pot of wine in the cottage in the mountain, so as not to let two hearts freeze. Stepping on a string of crooked footprints of different sizes in the thick snow, leaving a line of laughter! The messy dance steps were totally drunk in the interest of heavy snow. There were only two figures overlapping between the heaven and earth. We seem to have seen it somewhere! You remember? I remember that it was a missed time when I missed the journey of your life! I am still a child, looking up under your window! It seems to be in front of me and far away from the sky. I am satisfied with watching you quietly in the near or near place, and guarding a deep feeling that has nothing to do with the wind and moon! I kept guessing your name and engraved it on the wall. I also drew your appearance facing the curved moon! When we come to the end of the world, but we can still meet each other, everything is like a dream! I have known each other before! Where have we really seen it! Definitely, it must be at some point in the four seasons, or in the past that has not been deliberately preserved! Perhaps, only we know that place, deep in memory! Like (prose editor: Ke Er) 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…

Perception

Years quiet, time old. A landscape of a Chinese years, I chapters of a moment, shake off the story, hurrying to and sorrows, too late to appreciate a Taohong, guess Wu impenetrable leaf autumn wind, blink of an eye, with back removed the fleeting time. The quiet night, sitting in a window, open the dust-laden memories, deep in the memory looking for that the past footprint, capture the once beautiful. Qianmo fleeting, years incense, a glimpse, maybe destiny, just past. Lost sadness, grateful for the story. Don’t want to grow up, don’t want mature, don’t want to lost life A and a station, a don’t wanna taste is life ‘and a goodbye. But we may have long been accustomed to, for smile concealed pain, with free and easy cover lost, for lonely words lonely, for forgotten comfort ouns. Actually hearts of those hurt, those pain, those buried deep of the past, not not know, do not want to say. Just wanted to get everything cannot forget to time forgotten, all cannot unloaded to the wind to soothe. Just want more happy, just want good thick some, just want to forget the forgotten, remember what should be remembered, the change can change, grasp can grasp. So some things destined to become story, some people destined to become friends, some road is doomed to walk alone here. A lot of things, passed, many people, left, experience more, heart strong, road also at ease. Look back fleeting, rush years, a long life on the road, we inevitably going to over Hill wading, avoid to bear all kinds of pressure, inevitably make various error. In fact, life is a mirror, if you smile to it, it will smile to you, if you cry to it, it ‘d still be you tears, so we to always believe a word, god closes a door at the same time also opens a window, in a bad mood, mirror, give yourself a warm heart intimate smile. With Stranger corner, always wanted a field heart-to-heart encounter, can forever, always wanted a landscape, been all his life wait. White Plum Blossoms Fall said: Is poly final to finish, is play what eventually ended. Not careful to planning a field meet, scenes Meet. Is margin is bug? We all want to let nature take its course, stride, don’t let front of lost our mind, misled our soul. A strange road, watching strange people, strange you whether same counting fleeting, whether same counting that flowers bloom day. The noisy city chanting crowds, total feel keep up with footsteps. Try and keep trying. Refueling, refueled, but always feel not good enough, enough really. Memory of smoke total worth but that full of color of text, with pure heart writing that pure rain, for that capacity to love and embrace you that repressed heart. As you know, that is the heart and heart between heating; As you understand, that’s a heart to another heart of appreciation. With Stranger pass, heart-to-heart encounter, moment together, no matter how short, is cumulative to the leading edge of the Remember enough, lose is forever. wu bai nian of wind, wu bai nian of sun, wu bai nian of rain, wu bai nian waiting, wu bai of times the review, only today with stranger pass, heart-to-heart encounter. Telling the story of how, Hou what outcome, what kind of day, keep what mood. Know some ideal can never achieve, some questions will never be answered, story is not finished, some people just Familiar Stranger,-or will hard to pursue, wait, fantasy. Maybe simple complex, complex but simple. Fall into world of you I, destined to its a his car in cycle between, every life cycle is a blossom of process. Flowers and heartily Bloom, flower Xie when it will have one place fragrance. Life in every corner, without traveled, around people and things, without a understand. A broad range of magnifying glass layers of analysis, all kinds of the look of. Olfactory heart of flowers, touch freezing point of warm. So, moved own, and also understand myself. Behind prosperity withered, road scenery outside, long attachment of past, disapproval of the pain, let she is like pear drop, thousand trees flower broken. Dream of hazy disturb of the falling flower soul, scattered memory enveloped the of the falling flower marks. Covered with dust fall flower counting vicissitudes, desalination with past. Water, like the lost time, too late walking footsteps, is difficult to heal memory, were served up to years of lamps tears flower heart, time of ammunition as the sunset. Open sea, who-contention flow, bu ju public flow among sea. Mortal life, life, not be hardships intimidated, hero character. Storm, spring flower litter, overlooking Pinglan, sunshine in the rain. Ebb and Flow, cloud Cirrus easy, stroll, hanging our sails advance, to stream water, waves feizhou stop, in front we successful other shore. So, let’s not attachment broken dreams, don’t indulge in the happiness of past Halo, stop regardless of the pros and cons of life, don’t worry again ming qi weather. Now choose the front, will smile set sail, even scars, also to smile for the vicissitudes. Because only in this way, we have no regrets in life. The passing scenery, exchanged for fleeting, youth album indifference face. Smiling face, polished edges, hidden tears, Allure has already become appearance. Laugh at vicissitudes, light past, freehand life. Light see time fireworks, fine chemicals years static good. In not Wu at meditation raises a gender, let life spring water and cleaned up dust, let the mind filled with flowers with past. Find a season of cool, see a mystifying nothingness. Once the most beautiful, already changed. Behind the vanity of smoke, parting after chanafanghua, croon of moment, moon-like beautiful, just a glimpse, short-lived, to go in a hurry. The long span of years warm how many times meet, melancholy how many times parting. Who of discovering whose whose eyes, whose memory warm the who face. In the fleeting year, make a spring warm and blooming, and expect the years to be quiet and good when the spring flowers and autumn fall. Moon and two lights, spring and autumn a dream, red garments is just float-sink, life garments just is impermanent, love garments is just parting. Beautiful face is only hundred years after a split second of youth. Pages of sad and beautiful words, cups of lingering past events, melancholy days one by one, and unrelenting memories. Deep in my memory, I feel warm for the fleeting time and miss your smile. Flowers is poetry, whispering is affection, valve peach blossom are you that allure smile, love in the dream circling, dream love in the night and we. Time agreed beautiful, through the fingers of time, only heart scenery, life is constant landscape. Flower flowering of brilliant, cloud cloud of poetry. Ordinary has its own true taste, and passing has its own beauty. Life neither fixed standard, also no wonderful rehearsal. So, we need good mood, indifferent face life of aging, in homecoming in feel and cherish every past, each passage, every flavor. Who of discovering whose whose eyes, whose memory warm the who face. In the long river of life, we learn to treasure, grateful, understand let go. In the future days, we indifferent mind, static Hou flowers! 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…