Pink rain, dyed whose fireworks dreams

"Pink Rain, Whose Fireworks Dream" | text: Jiang Han

"Fall on the fragrant three-life stone of a hundred flowers and fall asleep in your warm arms"

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Who is it that fell into a shallow fireworks dream?

Who is it that drapes the neon dress of spring on the shoulders of the flower fairy?

Who is it, coming from the apricot rain slightly drunk Jiangnan, the sound of the flute, and the new song of the Long Pavilion?

Who is it, galloping on horseback, through the flames and wolf smoke, quietly on earth on a April day?

Who is it, slightly low Oh, swallow tears a thousand lines?

April, in the midst of the colorful.

Daylight, extending the breath of spring, the temperature hovers. On the road, running for a month, not yet the end. You, from the morning dew to the light of the dawn through the night, looking forward to the curtain that tugged at the heartstrings, longing for the familiar figure to shake. Day and night, without complaint, I reclined and dried, and my eyes were fixed on the intersection of my return.

I am a servant of the wind and dust, I know that you are anxious and rotten, that heart, is scorched by the fire, but the wind and rain in the rivers and lakes are unpredictable, and the walkers on the way are only green shirts, and the rain and dust are wet. Sigh, smile bitterly, stagger your and my faces. You focus your reluctance and pity on that soft look in your eyes, and I turn the tears to where you can't see them, and they fall, sending sweet warmth. Thirty days, in this way, in the pink rain, the tulips, the atomized smoke rose to the sky.

A touch of Qiong Yao, dancing in the gap between the peaks and peaks in the distance, purple qi coming from the east, through the fence, carrying the freshness of the soul, swaying the wind bank. The poplar branches outside the window were dotted with spikes, twisting their waists in the air, making a slight sound. In the silent place, the birds that surprised The clouds listened to the spring, and also the romantic songs of spring, gently played the bright throat of the season, and sang the beautiful songs in the micro rhymes.

In the grass, the spring worm stuck out its head, pulled the wind throat, and kept chirping and hissing. No time to taste, open the green channel, a line of small print, leaving you my whereabouts. I, busy and confused, circled around several rooms, dressing in the mirror, changing different shades of decoration to hide my thin and tired appearance. That still water, I don't know when it was stirred up by you outside the sky, and from then on, it was difficult to restore the state of xi mound. I was afraid, the dusty strings were touched, afraid, afraid, but Xiaoyue West Building, a thousand times in the spring ferry.

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On the side of the road, those flowers that are destined to belong to spring are full of flowers and emit a faint fragrance, whether you are conscious or not, you will involuntarily suck them, so that you can smell the smell of colorful and colorful. Crystal dewdrops, condensed on the calyx, crystal clear. Under the breeze, it seems to be full of heart, full of subtlety and tears.

Emotional me, and contagious, think of you who just returned from a business trip, I want to be with you Jingsi music kingdom, do not let the fanxu disturb, and you wander the spring embankment together, catching the song in the tassel. But I couldn't, choked up silently, and didn't wait for me to carefully weigh it, but I was taken by the thoughts in my heart and physically rushed into the busy flow of people. The people who rushed to the shift did not slow down in panic, invisible in different directions.

Looking for it, it seems to want a surprise, the gaze crosses the corridor in the center of the road, only to see the flowers and green grass forming a natural golden rui, showing smiling eyebrows, dancing with the wind, and happily solemn for a moment. Thoughts return, light and lush, every time or, you come from the port of the heart path, according to the fence in my building, laughing at merlin poetry paintings.

With great interest, he returned to the dreamy burrow with a steaming body. You, finally, are waiting around the corner for a familiar figure. I, separated from the hustle and bustle of the city in the distance, faded the neon clothes of the spring sun. There is no dust of the past, no deafening noise, no longer the haze of long-standing worries, and you, the screen is frozen, enjoying the rare peace.

I don't know what day you met, but it was also this season, and you sang the tune of love, approaching from the other end of the milky way, and a flash of light swept by, and you didn't know where to go. The wind, changing colors, flowers bloom silently. But the emotion, breeding in the night, lurking, in an unexpected way, penetrated the eyebrows of Wuhua. Love, quietly sown in the soil of spring, slowly sprouts in the smoky dew.

A faint happiness, often cocked in the corner of the mouth, can not hide, the warm fragrance of the heart. The love for you grows with the sun. I touch your smiling face in the picture with my hand, watch you concentrate, and listen to the rustle of your fingers. You told me that you were busy, and you were afraid of snubbing me off the screen, sometimes whispering softly, saying the most ordinary words, not hurriedly, and in the afternoon, I saw the blue warmth in your gentle eyes.

I heard the soft murmur of your blushing lips and teeth. I felt, a trickle of my heart. I was intoxicated, the soft sac you gave me, greedy and infatuated.

You, without the promise of the moon, have been making a long time, but you have knocked on the door of my heart, and you have not left for a day. A seed of true love, just like this silently blossoms in the heart ridge, embellished with fruit. You are not an ordinary man, from the moment you meet, your image is clear and extraordinary. Trust in you, like the beginning of the flower season, every word that slips out of the tip of your tongue is so sonorous and sincere that it becomes synonymous with you.

When love develops to a certain extent, it will care about the other party's words and deeds. I, as a plain woman, have the same psychology. Although I long for a true feeling to accompany me to grow old, it will never be the color of chaos, and this love would rather gather the spiritual flames of both sides. If so, I would rather bury my youth, without complaint, without regret, and wait for this landscape of love. You, did not promise me anything, but I obsessively cling to the autumn curtain with you, a day, a month and a month, from the bright season to the multi-emotional mid-spring.

You say, you can't let go of me. You say, you hurt me. You say, I am the pain of your life. You listen attentively to my breathing, any fluctuation of my emotions, sensitive you, can flutter in time. How many times have you felt me on the other side, tears welling up, and phone calls coming one after another. Humor and humor, teasing me from time to time, using those questions that can stimulate my feelings, unhurriedly enlightening me. Laughter, Ling Yue Chongling Peak, Ling Bo rushed, in an instant, fell on the side of my case.

Joy blooms like a flower between my brows. Steeply, a wisp of sorrow flooded up, and last night your casual words dispelled the music of the right talent. A fog, trance-like clear eyes, want to break, but the darker and darker, entangled in their own weight in your heart. My inexplicable questioning makes you feel confused and sighs, today you are like a changed person, not like yesterday's sweet you. Please forgive my stubbornness, I do not want to be in the fog, but I want you to clear my heart. You, who are proud, are always so patient in front of me, seriously explain the reason to me, and ask me if I understand the meaning of your words? I only need a statement, a result, you gave it to me, knowing that I have wronged you, I feel guilty and speechless.

Nothing can be smooth, and so can feelings. Two people from different regions, when they meet, although the common things rub out dazzling sparks, but watching this love needs to be cared for and cherished by both sides. I walked with you in March, also through the wind, through the rain, every time you are calm and calm, with your own wisdom to overcome the danger, so that I can witness the beauty of the rainbow after the rain. You took my hand and sprinkled laughter on the road you walked.

Night is the moment I look forward to, because you are always very punctual on the phone with me. I, who was guarding this side, looked at the thousands of lights and flowers, and whispered through thousands of mountains and rivers in my heart. You say that you are such a person, or you will not love, and if you start to love, you will be righteous. Unable to bear to disturb you, I began to look for fun, filling in the short-lived void. After many days of running, many days of sleeplessness, my brain was a mess. Unable to tell the depth of the night, it was already in the middle of it. Wind chimes sway, silent in the ears. The movie on the screen, the picture is gently cut, I can't hear the sound of the wind object.

You kept talking to me over there, but you just couldn't see my response. I, too tired, too tired to support, moved the notebook to bed. I was so sleepy, so sleepy that I sat and went to sleep, I don't know how I fell, I don't know how long I fell in a dream, someone in my subconscious shouted, suddenly opened my eyes, saw your head flash, your small words were refreshed line by line, I panicked to reply to you, so that you would not find my embarrassment, my exhaustion.

The hour hand does not know when, close to leaking more. Gradually, gradually, my tongue hardened, and I slowly fell into a groggy state again. Falling into the fragrant three-life stone of a hundred flowers, sleeping in your warm arms, you, silently staying by my side, accompanying me through, the pink rain of April...

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Pen name: Jiang Han, I like to listen to music, read books, watch recent popular movies, and like to write things in my free time. Words are my channels for expressing my emotions.

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