In my circle of friends, she sees her everyday life every so often that, apart from her husband and wife’s random and funny self-photographs, she makes a home meal for her husband and sends it to her circle of friends, a pot of steaming knives to cut noodles, or strange-looking rolls and steamed buns steamed with filial piety powder. Sometimes she would get out of the mess when she came home from her evening shift.
Wash away the floating life and lead the flowers, and observe the years of red dust. In the long river of time, I salvaged a fruit that was born in this life. Just waiting for you to come from the coast of autumn thinking and drown my heart’s deep thoughts. Meet the story, is from the smoke at that time in the beginning of the rain, now, and in the autumn charm of the gentle look back. Open the window of autumn, the breeze is slow, the pulse of time, the color of one eye is already in the eyebrows.
If you say you like romance, I plan a romantic trip. I want to take you to blue Turkey, I want to take you to Prague at dusk, and I want to take you to warm Venice. The big city that takes you to seafood, wants to take you to mix and match the Hongkong area; you say you like
At the beginning of the spring breeze, the ten winds met the sun and mischievously across the curtain and sat down at the table. She looked at the floating dust floating in the shadow. She turned to look at the man who was still asleep on the bed. In my sleep, Mo’s brow is still deeply locked, this sad man! Zi Jun sighed with pity in the bottom of his heart. Last night, she could feel that Mr. Mo was in tears in her arms. This is the only two time.
My sister also waited for the lonely moon, not too cold, hanging high, the wind blowing the peak. In the branches of the fog, the leaves fall asleep. * * cliffs, torrential waterfalls, fierce rock slopes, and lofty heights. Soaking in the cold water of the Bay, who is thirsty?
The ignorant age is like the season when it rains and moistens all things, and the youth is like a breeze that blows across our rippling hearts. At the same time, the seeds that have been buried for a long time are rooted in the seeds. In high school, we have colorful world and colorful dreams. In the near future, teachers and classmates are undoubtedly the beautiful scenery of the school. And the opposite sex.
I met her on the phone. Maybe it’s fate. We have become good friends. She is a manager, young and successful. But for love, she is waiting for the messenger of love to come to her side satisfactorily one day. The opportunity finally came. A pregnant female subordinate in her factory was about to quit her job. The boss told her to go and hire. That day she suddenly called to ask me.
The furthest distance in the world is not between life and death, but between you in the tank and me in the cage. You can’t swim in, I can’t drill out, can only silently watch, watching you play with others. The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between a cylinder and a cage, but the distance between a fish and a mouse across a species. You are the fish in the water, and I am the rat on the land. You can’t swim on land. I can’t jump into the water.
A married man can’t marry a wolf in sheep’s clothing. He likes Dao Lang’s songs recently. His voice was husky, bold and crisp, and his voice was my favorite voice. “Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing” and “Punishment in Impulse” I don’t know how many times I’ve heard them. Slowly, I’m emotionally insensitive, and I’ve got a taste for them. As for the wolf in sheep’s clothing, my feeling is that this wolf is crazy.
A pair of * * rivers, singing all the way, the wind, forget all the lyrics. Hillside hillsides look forward to the acacia, hand in hand face to tears. The sunset clouds on the branches were smeared over the tile eaves and dressed up in the evening. * * a face, stubble and long shortage, shine carefully on the mirror. Without a word, she suddenly took a hug and didn’t hurt her daughter-in-law’s face. Even if the skin is tied up, it hurts.
Even though I am never lost, even if I am in love with you, I will treat you with your eyes and eyes. In a certain day, there is snow in the capital. A group of catching up is catching a thief. The head is catching up and running, shouting, “stop!” Shameless little thieves run quickly.
Time flies, between the fingertips, the moon is still as quiet as before, waving to the long river of time, gazing into the distance to come to me. A twinkling of an eye, has passed 27 Spring and Autumn, has been to many places, has traveled many roads, met many people, finally still a lonely journey, has not met the distant that she.. Sometimes I often wonder if I can ever meet another person in my life.
“Rolling Red Dust, Don’t Ask Cause and Effect” text / Mountain flowers and ghosts to sit here together, leaves for cushion, trees for leaning, no wind, no wine. Quietly, in the late autumn evening, thought empty only a blank, at this moment, he is only a rolling red dust in a grain of dust, acorn persistent voice, leaves lightly sprinkled, what else…? The years passed silently without any evidence.
Some feelings, you like it will not belong to you, you are reluctant to love is also doomed to give up. Love is a song that can never be sung. People may experience many kinds of love in their life, but don’t let love become a kind of injury. There is a kind of love, knowing that is suffering, want to put, can not put down, want to forget, can not forget! It’s easy to say, but it’s really hard to do it once it is done. If sincerity is a kind of
A bridge is called a river. A few times before the past, a few times to forget Sichuan, for this life cycle. Dream of Xiao Se years of thought quietly thin, can not carry the wind and snow, can not hold each other, this isolated island, doomed to no boat ferry. In the autumn of inscription, the water of Qinhuai was cool, and the awning boat was empty. How many poems involve the youth, can not lock the flowers and willows in the dream, and can’t keep away from the feet.
I met you and I was half asleep. Losing you is half asleep. If floating life is to Nanke, why should we persist in seeing and missing? The first time I met you was probably in a dream. A fragrance drew me to the empty space. The stars and fireflies were very interesting. They kept sparkling for you and me. A woman with a smiling face, like a woman, is dressed in white.
The wind, the Buddha and the fallen leaves fly. The decline of kapok is very serious. The tall and strong torso… Is it not a better harbour? Why should we leave easily? There’s always a cup. Once such a painstaking effort… Why is it so weak? Let it easily fade. The streets of the two rows of kapok… It’s past passion and courage. Once walked together hand in hand. It’s that firm.
If love in the flames of war in the movies of the times is a story handed down, I’ve exhausted my imagination to connect the small village in front of me with that era. At the edge of the pond in the field, perhaps a girl in plain cloth and blue was washing her clothes by the river as usual. Suddenly, a familiar call came from behind, with the voice of the countryside: “The countryside is conscribing, I’m leaving…” I want to think about them.
Love you first send you to heaven and earth, the magnificent love is too little, but can make people moved everywhere. “If I really love you, then God will give me more time to let me go to heaven first.” It was a soliloquy of a seventy-year-old man, an emotional revelation that I had inadvertently peeped into which he had rarely seen. My aunt is a disabled person, when my grandmother was alive.