Have this

Rain, up. Listen, the raindrops outside the window hit the windowsill, which seemed to tell an endless love affair. Inscription (1) meeting you is my fate in this life. Lean against the bed, close your eyes and concentrate, and pass through the time and space of memory. In the fleeting time, your smile is as beautiful as flowers and paintings. Your blue silk is a poem and a line. That day, you walked lightly from the sea of flowers, stopped beside me and sat lightly. Beautiful eyes slightly opened, lips lightly sealed, smile. At the moment when the four eyes were opposite, a flourishing age was opened. That is like the eyes of water, breathtaking, the faint fragrance, silk into the soul. Silent, sultry hearts. You are the snow lotus that I have been looking for for a long time in the world of mortals. I don’t know when to start, smiling your smile and suffering your pain. In the fleeting time, the moon shines on flowers, intoxicated with the beauty like your flowers. In the world of mortals, poetic, love your talent like poetry. When I meet you, I will disturb the world of mortals. Looking back and smiling, I will mess up the floating life. From then on, I fell in love with you and dreamed of you. I thought that when the years went old and the blue silk turned into white hair, I held my hand and watched the sunset. I don’t want to, but it becomes my dream of leaving the world of mortals, a dream for thousands of years. (Ii) dream-seeking Bai Luomei said: It only takes a moment to encounter a person. Falling in love with someone is often a lifetime. I met you in a moment, but fell in love with you in my whole life. On the bank of time, take the time not old, memory not weathered. Start a walk-and-go journey, to find, to find the dream left behind in the world of mortals. From then on, on the ferry of fleeting time, beside the platform of the world of mortals and beside the dock of years, there was an extra figure, a figure looking for dreams. One month, half a year, one year. World love, lingering red. A beautiful image reflects my mind, thanks to the world of mortals. Meet with voiced sound, meet with words, wait for the first time. If the dust settles down, I will carry my son’s hand. No words, no words, look at each other and smile, talk about the world of mortals. If you are a lotus flower, I would like to wait another season for you to bloom and share a summer. If you are a bib, I would like to wait another year until you come back and fly with two wings. If you join hands in this life, I am willing to link with you and go back to the past. Love you, wait for you. Looking at the beauty of blooming flowers, waiting quietly for a feeling of flying with wings…….. (Do you know if you are far away, in this quiet night, love you do not forget your original heart) WEN/Xia Mufeng (meet in summer, first see like Mu Chun Feng) wrote in 2014.12.15 like (prose editor: drops of ink hurt) snow in spring

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