Love Song

Closing the book, there was still a dense drumming in my heart. 2014, my life is a peach blossom? It is better to believe what it has, but not to believe what it has! Who told me to read fortune-telling books? Anxious and full of expectation. Peach blossom, this noun with ambiguous atmosphere, who is my robbery? Who is my flower? What kind of handsome appearance is the leading role of peach blossom, which makes me fascinated? I can’t remember what kind of chance it was and get to know you. Maybe this is not important either. There are all these small emotions, such as the joy of first meeting, the surprise of acquaintance, the excitement of getting along with each other, the lingering of knowing each other, and the disappointment and anger that have been bored for a long time. With the passage of time, your tolerance, generosity and good temper will be changed if you know your mistakes, which finally won my understanding. It also ignited the desire on my lips and filled the hunger and thirst in my eyes. Accompanied by the morning and evening, the words are flying, activating the vulgar heart, with high spirits. I feel that the flesh is always placed in the beautiful scene of March in Yangchun, singing and dancing. Where can I forget you? On your left bank is the wind from the south of the Yangtze River, which blows gently. On the hot day of July, Milan on the windowsill slowly blooms, and small rice grains slightly emit a faint fragrance, which is the first time you give her a smile. Wandering in the words of fleeting years, those thoughts like flowers spread all over the floor. Cool this hot and tough summer. On your right is the fan’s Ke Er. I really want to pick a white gardenia branch to write my dusty memory and send the most sincere greetings to the years. Ke Er, what a lovely woman it should be. “Long Love”, “My heart is uneasy”, only you know best! “Love between life and death” is not an insurmountable red line. On the night when the moon stars are sparse, it doesn’t matter who is the masterpiece of “impression of Beijing men”. What matters is that, it was you who took me to know people and smell incense all the way, and cut Books to see my heart. Pleasing builds. Cheerful self-confidence. I will never forget to see such things as the fresh and fresh jade of the small family, the deep and graceful beauty of the big family, the heroic spirit of the seven-Chi Man, the heroic spirit of acting chivalrous and righteous, the elegant and gentle romance of gentlemen, the optimism. Crossing mountains and seas, appreciate pear flowers everywhere open human beauty. Small bridges and flowing water, blue sky and white clouds, Western Wind and thin horses make me happy. Talking about the past and present, vertical and horizontal maneuvers, astronomy and geography, exotic customs and folk slang make me excited. It’s really hard to say goodbye to you! Goodbye. It is for goodbye. What the poet said is always pleasant and profound. Di Mo became a wound to Wen Si Juanjuan, which reminded me of whether she was a gentle woman or a delicate miaolang. Anyway, the brilliant man always skimmed over the doubts in his eyes. I still remember that “walking with shame” is the prelude of our communication. Some low whispers with the ancients always arouse your pity. Let me always look forward to seeing the rays of rays of sunlight at the beginning of dawn in a cold night like water. There is not too much falsehood to entrust the snake, and there is no Qing Qing Qing me that you greet me. It is your wish to boil words and drink wine! It is a beautiful happy event in the world that the years are quiet and good, and we stay together calmly and never give up! In the nine days filled with heavy fog, I sat quietly in a corner, thinking of you, my heart was unexpectedly the ripples caused by waves and stones. I, who is always shy and silent, want to sing a song of Fei Xiang for you, okay? You are like the fire that warms me. You are like the fire that lights me up. Although I am happy with you, I don’t tell you that meeting you is my fate, it is also my robbery. My peach blossom robbery, prose online. 2014, God is destined that we will meet on the way. In 2015, I can only bless you silently: you will always be a neighbor of literal people! Praise hurriedly at noon on 2015.1.21 (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) snow elimination in spring

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