Years

The colder the outside is, the warmer your presence is, and I am warm in my dream. The vicissitudes of time you are still, my dream; The past is here, and the future is forever, my dream. When the storm strikes, I hide in your smile, I smile in your smile, my dream. You will always be the shelter of the sky and storm on my head, dear. My childhood dream was a pair of wings of birds. I am always eager to fly, fly over the sea, and surpass the wind and rain. I once asked the minister of animal husbandry, why did God make people uneasy to insert a pair of wings? In this way, people can also fly, fly away from the bitter sea, fly away from the barren land, enjoy themselves with the Stars, enjoy themselves with the white clouds, Kiss the Moon, and ask the Sun a good shepherd without answering, but he held my little hand all the way and repeatedly taught me antonyms: Heaven and Earth, light and darkness, angel and devil, bitter happiness, rich and poor childhood dream, which was the thick Banana Peel watermelon peel. I have eaten all the sweet ones, and the green ones remain. The pulp is gone, and there is Peel to remember. I dreamed that it was a piece of sweetness that I could not finish eating, and I imagined that it was a piece of endless sweetness. Just because there was still a piece of peel in my hand, I played in my palm for a long time. Looking back on that afternoon, I fell asleep in early summer without any talent, looking at a boy in front of the court, sleeping on the floor, satisfied and sweet, rotten sweet potato raised his dirty chubby light shelter, it’s too high for half a day. Not far away from the shelter stock, I don’t know who accidentally lost two inch dates. One long and one short, a group of ants were carrying the pies that fell this day happily. Unexpectedly, when the dirty child woke up, he immediately expelled the ant with his fat little hand, picked up the inch jujube, put the long one into his mouth, chewed it out, and then ate the short one, it is getting smaller and smaller, and the more careful you eat, the more afraid you will eat it all at once. I silently looked at the small inch jujube in his hand, luckily there was still a piece of watermelon peel in his hand, which would never be eaten. When I was young, a small wooden house was always built in my dream. Deep in the mountain, it was covered by forests and surrounded by streams. Green grass bed collapsed, pillow stone sleep, green leaves as vegetables, tiles as pots, sand is rice, mud is rice balls, doll is baby, you are father I am mother, happy to play house, today in the 21st century, buildings on the riverside of the provincial capital are shining in the night. The golden lights decorated the tall buildings with magnificence, which was better than the Paradise in my childhood dream. I didn’t know there were people in the deep of the tall buildings who were worried. The heaven in their dreams might be the desolation when I was young, and the innocent vegetation and landscape. When I was young, a handful of popcorn could buy a happy day. A floral dress can experience the pride of being a bride. When I was young, my mother always gave good things to her children, but she comforted herself: I am satisfied after smelling the fragrance. It doesn’t matter. After going to heaven, I will have a lot of delicious food. At that time, it was said that on the way to heaven, you could smell the fragrance of hundreds of fruits from a long distance. It was refreshing in your heart and echoed in your throat for a long time. The sensual enjoyment of being happy, sweet and floating was really unspeakable. Now we know that the revived people are out of touch with the world. They are like a gust of wind, a starlight, flashing in our dreamland. In my dream, I saw the former Shepherd still holding my hand and teaching me antonyms: day and night, ugliness and beauty, precipitation and sublimation, filth and nobility, sinking and resurrection in an instant, I know that there is a kind of life called Resurrection, which can give us the power to surpass, just like a pair of invisible wings. Oh, my dream. The colder the outside is, the warmer your presence will be. The vicissitudes of time come and go in a hurry. Maybe one day in the future, time and space will disappear and you will still be there. Maybe one day, business does not exist, and you are still there. Maybe one day, the separation of life and death does not exist, and you are still there. Maybe one day, there will be no difference between cold and warm day and night, and you will still be. You are the past, the present, and the future. You are like a music that will never die. You are like spring water that never dries up, singing in my heart, flowing in my heart, shaping my soul and moistening my soul until the end of life. There is no spring in this world, just like you are sweet, relieving my thirst, my dream, my beloved. There is no spray in this world, just like you are romantic, kiss me and impact me, my dream, my beloved. There is no music in this world, as wonderful as you, which can permeate my soul, my dream and my beloved. You are enough for me to laugh; You are enough for me to move forward; You are enough for me to fly; You are enough for my dream, my beloved. People’s life, rich and poor, will pass. In one’s life, the humble authority has to pass. The life of a person, the ease of work, must pass. The whole life of a person, those who cry or not, must pass. People’s life, justice and injustice, must pass. Only you, my dream, you will last forever. Your revived life gives me the ability to surpass, placing a pair of invisible wings for me. When the storm strikes, I hide in your smile, and I smile in your smile. Oh, my dream, the vicissitudes of time, you still 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. 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