Wen / Blue Bridge * the sound of the wind on the eaves, the sound of the sound of the night rain and the flute and a feeling of loneliness.
The best way to deal with “Too long under the rain, full of heartache” is not to persist in how much you love me, nor persist in how much I love you. Every heart in front of some inevitably love and hate taboos, the deeper the heart, the more troubled by the secular, six interesting, full of flavor. No matter how free and easy your mouth is, there is a gap in your heart. I am the same, and you are the same. Remember years ago, you gave it to you
If there is no network, if there is no chance or inevitable encounter, if there is no emotion, if there is no increasingly deep emotion, if there is no thread of the thread, if there is no quiet yearning for the night… My life may never be so frightened. My life is just the repetition of day after day. If the dust is accompanied by the dust, the wind is in the wind. On some day of a certain month, everything changes, and information reverses time and space.
She lied, and I knew that under the full of moonlight with a moonlight smile, her eyes were so clear, bright and simple. I held a smooth, smooth hand, stranded on the bridge of the island of Santorini, and beat Hai Yan with the waves, and I and she had no words for a long time. I immerse myself in the dark sea, hold back my breath, my thoughts, till my eyes slowly lose their luster and piercing.
The sun is hanging high every day… The moon in the east rises every night in the sky… I wanted to know when I wanted to know their most beautiful moments, but they had never changed as I was – she was a special person from the moment she was in Bashu from the moment we met. I wanted to tell her that your beauty will not fall half of you because of the passing of time.
Looking back at the poems, for example, the old man sang in a low voice, and said that he had a delicate feeling now, and whether he was still young in a hurry that year, only to understand love but not to love. School is the cradle of love, where they become students, they have been learning for a long time, they are not sociable, they do not have any impression, think this is good, but I do not know who open it.
I don’t know if it’s a coincidence to meet you. But I know it’s very natural to meet you. The first time I met, I felt like each other seemed to know each other as if we knew each other to know each other. The only difference between me and you was that I liked to chase it boldly, because I didn’t want to leave a regret. You say it’s too dangerous, so do you
Quietly, we’ve been acquainted for two months. Suddenly, the time passed really fast. We met, knew each other, cherished each other, and loved each other. Everyone thought our acquaintance was too short, but I still fell in love with you like this. In retrospect, the things we have experienced from the beginning to the present are absurd, childish, and inexpressible.
After a while, the piano began to gasp for breath. There was a big sweat on the face and a small stomach on his right hand. I took a headset and asked the piano, “is it tired?” Or let’s stop for a moment. ” “Nothing, first brother, I want to run to lose weight? Today, my colleagues joked that I had gained weight. As I slowed down the running speed, I looked at the piano on the side. “Not fat!” Who says you are fat? I
Cai Jiewen / banyan deciduous and Chua’s voice, like your skirt on the seaside, the blue sea water kisses your clear foot daffodil to a girl named Cai Jie in the sunset. She and the setting sun become one of the distant neon lights of the landscape of a foreign city, desalination of her moonlight. After many years of beauty, we met each other in a beautiful life like a star.
Write / say… Red beans are born in South China, and several branches come from spring. Wish you more to pick, this is the most thought. This is the first poem of Wang Wei on my back. Young people do not know love. They always like to put stress on the end. However, the two words of Acacia are too heavy to be the stone that cast the heart lake when they were young. I slowly read, lengthening syllables, like all ancient poems, and then bowed their heads.
When I was 18 years old, it was a cold night. My dream was to marry six after graduating from university. I am Shaanxi, six is Inner Mongolia, a learning communication, a school building, can say eight poles can not play two people, but because I go to the University of six, find a high school teacher had a intersection. So that the teacher did not find it later. I fell in love with six but I was so confused.
Dong Dong, Dong Dong, Dong Dong, Dong Dong, Dong Dong, Dong Dong and Dong Dong. There was a rhythmic knock on the door outside. I was awakened by the knock on the door. I quickly turned up and looked at it. It was half past nine in the morning. I looked at the piano beside me and was still sleeping. I pushed the lute, “harp, get up.” The piano is like a child, uh, uh, reluctantly promised. I gave her another push and she squinted at me.
When you walk out of the shop, your stomach is full. What will you do later? I have nothing to do. I do not want to waste my time in this way, nor can I make up my mind to do one thing. Oh! A man is a collection of contradictions. I stood at the door of the store, to the right, to the rental house, and to the other side of the alley on the left. I had gone through the alley and a quiet lane. OK To the left
There was a sudden silence in the room. Why? Always like quiet, I suddenly began to be afraid of being alone. One person is terrible, those endless loneliness like the tide surging, I stand on the shore of life, the heart beat and the tide rise and fall. All of a sudden, I want to hear Han Hong sing “a person”. I like it very much in the lyrics: so I drink alone.
The summer night, hot, dryness with the cicadas sounded from every corner of the feeler through the quiet, over the window lattice spread to the dormant window of the sky outside the sky, the sky is thin, the earth a piece of white brew a cup of tea, gaze a section of red dust to ripple the tea, but difficult to raise the glass, at this time the silent screen flicker dark blue light, with me one Waiting for a late night waiting for a quiet peace of mind closed eyes.
Through the glass, I saw the bus passing through the crowd in order to avoid the crowd. I saw a family of three hands holding hands and laughter. I saw the drifting tramp far away from the crowd. I saw a child walking with a golden hair, and I saw a man in a stiff suit. People are quarrelling with their girlfriends… The harp looked at me and asked, “Hey, what’s going on?”
On the way back, I thought a lot. I suddenly thought of eight words I liked very much – not to be happy, but not to be sad. But I really can’t do it. “Not to be pleased with things, not to be sad”, from Fan Zhongyan’s “Yueyang Tower notes”, read this sentence in Chinese class very much. At first, my personal understanding was not to be happy with things outside of my body, but to be sad with my own shortcomings.
The coffee shop on the corner touched your elbow with your elbow and saw you hesitate to go to contact you. You asked, “did you lose the big adventure?” Red face nodded, no talk in fact… I really love you today. Today, my friend asked me, “how does it feel to like a person?” I suddenly became stunned because I had never thought about it before, nor had I ever thought about it.