I set my pen on the rainy day in the afternoon, enjoying the young fairy tales. Those innocent and lovable youth are always delicately different. One year, three years, seven or eight years, July is still leisurely, I then a drop of rain, cold fingertips, but recalled that person that month. The west window is closed, and the wind chimes in front of the door are ringing. Distant landscapes, frogs sing familiar local accents, but lotus leaves adorn the streets.
Think of a long time did not exercise, left and right hand to take a weight of fifteen kilograms of dumbbell, suddenly feel a bit heavy, probably the reason for a long time stop exercise it! Exercise for a little while, has been sweaty. I also practiced for a while on the indoor horizontal bar installed on the aisle, and felt that my body had deteriorated considerably. Naked, I suddenly noticed that there were more flesh on my stomach.
I looked at the time. It was already six seventeen in the afternoon. The sky outside the house has not been bright. Suddenly I was hungry again. I decided to cook a dinner. In this time, I have hardly cooked, or eat noodles, or go to the shop where couples open, and occasionally go to the small restaurant at the intersection to eat fried rice. Life is simple and casual, for a circle of friends
I wanted to share the story with you 10 on time, and then a good night, with you to sleep together, but the public can only be sent once a day, so I was late again, but please believe, happiness may be the same, may be late, but definitely not. Today, I want to share with you that a movie that you have seen, the leftover is king, do not rush to be seated.
I lazily washed my face, brushed my teeth, and tidied my hair with my hands. I hurried downstairs. The stomach is really hungry. Came to the bunk shop near downstairs, the boss is a middle-aged couple, more than 40 years old, outsiders, accent is very obvious. This bunk shop has been open for more than five years. There are not many customers in the shop. Ten old tables, chairs are not neat, and some are messy.
It is a summer rain again, a gray July rain, like the more than 20 years of rain, and patter in the heart, like a long lost dream! The shiny lightning, the blackout, the light wick of the lighted candles, the lonely and lonely room seemed a little brighter, but there were too many dark corners in the flash of the lightning. The wind whizzing the roof in a whim, the window
“Some people can only be wrapped up in their hearts.” do you think I am drunk every time I drink too much and what you say? I just borrowed wine to say it. How would you like to think about it? Or think I’m the kind of person. You’re wrong. You don’t know me. You care about the child every time you care, every time you drink with me, see you dragging your cheek every time, every expression of your words.
Time, slowly flowing, unknowingly, accompanied with the king for some time. The scenery along the way has left us happy footprints again, witnessing our joyous laughter and recording our warm and gentle fragments. Spring and autumn reincarnation, life is short, how many times can there be such a time? There are half a hundred people all the way. In the memory of brilliant spring, there are three.
Those who love you may not always be able to wait for you, but those who wait for you will love you very much, do not appear, do not disturb you. The inscription of the years is too vast for the young, and the emotion is not constant to us, who will wait for you silently in the unknown? I wonder if you have heard of such a sentence: I hope you and I are the first to see the heart, rather than weighing the profits.
Good-bye youth, goodbye love (the solitary star Collection) from this time from now on (at one seven a.m.), we will become a passer-by, a stranger, the most familiar kind. From now on, all the connections between QQ, WeChat, number, and family number may be transformed into a blacklist that will be completely deleted, and the bridge will collapse with a bridge that is connected. All of the past will be like water.
We always meet each other’s love in the age when we don’t understand love. This morning, I received a bottle of dry red wine from others. I opened it, woke up, fell a little, tasted it, didn’t know what, my thoughts were pushed away by the past door, I was pulled out, and I thought of my first love. Talking about the word “first love”,
That year I went back to my hometown in the countryside. It was already twenty-eight in the twelfth lunar month. All the friends and relatives are coming home for the Spring Festival. Of all the relatives, the happiest is the father and mother. On the afternoon of the afternoon, my mother would make dumplings for me, saying that I liked it most when I was little, and I laughed my mother in the dark. Don’t you know that I have grown up? The second day, twelfth lunar month, twenty-nine is the last day to go to market.
Come and meet. Meeting you is not an accident, but loving you is a surprise for the rest of my life. Love becomes a river. I want to keep company with you all the time, but I can not appear frequently in your life. Do you know that this suppressed love and secret thoughts will make my heart hurt. Always feel that we are so close, but so far away, far away. only
Wen / rainy night love life is a fate. No matter who you meet, you must have one. Treat people with a harmonious and compliment attitude, even if they are not the same passerby, do not jump to conclusions first. Because some people will get along with you slowly, not as bad as you originally thought. It is slowly finding that many people share a common language with themselves, but with different perspectives, so there is a slight change.
The dawn will not be clear, the snow white paper is impregnated with ink, the green mirror is dusty, her eyes are full of the color of the sun, see the window Nabeyanagi Edamasashi, then folded a few bottles in the case. The smoke locks the Phoenix Tower infinite matter, lucky not to come to the door half to cover up, she rolls out the curtain, in the courtyard the grass grows, has covered the path. She laughed, and there was snow in her eyebrows. Sheng song flew up to Yu Lou waist, and the lantern lit up.
The pace of autumn in my hometown seems to be slower. It’s October, but it’s still July. That autumn has a different feeling for me. Something seems to happen in the dark, but young people do not care about this kind of other feeling. On Friday, rest days are always worth celebrating for students. Small hearts have been cheering away and thinking about the arrangements for these two days.
Now there is a small program in WeChat, micro motion. That is how many steps you take every day, it will automatically take steps, the purpose is to promote your more exercise. All of a sudden reminds me that young people are also very fond of sports. Many years ago, there was a very small stadium in my neighborhood, and I often went there to exercise. At that time, the running kicking and playing were decent, and it was always a good step to exercise.
You, or you, is still me, but we are still me, but we are not us again; in this year, the fate, the dream, the cry, the wake up, the scattered, I finally have nothing to seize anything; – an inscription of Shi Guangru injury, two lines of tears in Qing Dynasty. Flickering in the waves of remembering, the mood is surging, and the past is mixed with sad feelings.
There are always a lot of disappointments in life. When she likes you, you like her, but she likes him. When you look back, you find it is good for yourself or her, but looking back, she is no longer in the light of the light, only her every disappointing figure is still in, and she is a burst of heart. When she looks back to you again, you are in the same place, but you are no longer your own then.