On the road of life, emotion, solo dance in words. At night, I pushed open the window, the evening breeze was gentle, the street lights were sluggish, the falling heroes were flying, and the wind and rain were shaking. I, like to be in such a quiet night, yes

On the road of life, emotion, solo dance in words. At night, I pushed open the window, the evening breeze was gentle, the street lights were sluggish, the falling heroes were flying, and the wind and rain were shaking.

I like to look out the window in such a quiet night, turn on the computer, and talk to my own mind with words. Lonely backs, through the thin night, paper kites in the wind, blowing mottled tree shadows. In the distance, there seems to be a sound that penetrates the pipe, slides over the strings, beats the lute, and jumps into the night, turning into a beating note, stepping on the night wind, blowing from the ear, and burrowing into the chest in the misty darkness.

The gloomy past is like raindrops hanging all over the window, and the thoughts are like the wind that came this night, flying freely. Once prosperous, how many gods and dreams, intoxication and obsession.

Standing in the depths of the silent night, stepping on the colorful memories of a place, clutching in the palm of your hand, condensing into a dreamlike intoxicating emotion, and pouring out the opportunity of life. The delicate rain flowers with soft memories fell into the mud of the mountains in the night, wet under the sky.

In the late autumn night, let the sorrows of this world be purified in the dreams of the previous dust, a dream for a thousand years. Ren Guyun's clear voice flowed in the wind and reverberated in the heart. Your shadow touches my mind like a clear smoke, rising and flourishing in the wasteland of the soul.

In the sloping wind and drizzle, the soft night wind blows softly. I expressed the emotions in my heart with childish words, sang nursery rhymes with a crisp voice, and spoke the language of the years with a calm tone. The years passed, a heart of infatuation, remembered in the lingering blog post, moored in the tired shoulders, haunting the eaves of the dream.

The past experienced in life is so unforgettable. I picked up the rain wire, woven it into a colorful brocade, and then hid it in my arms, passing through the pedestrians, over the smoke cage cloud cover, the flowers as clothes, the water as a pendant, the panlan boat broke the clouds, opened a pair of invisible wing feathers, and flew gracefully in your direction.

I always think that in the distant sky, but who knows that the original friend you have always lived in my heart, always accompanying my breathing; I always thought that you would be far away from me, who knew that your back was so long, so that I could see you when I looked down.

The heart, floating between the words, the soul trembles above the words; and then it is painfully entangled with emotions, or indulgently entangled.

A plain note, carrying the sadness and joy of the heart, haggard into a thin word in the waiting, this life is only for the half-beautiful paragraph. His heart was full of ups and downs, and he quietly climbed up to the end of his finger.

The scenery on the road is as clear as yesterday, whether it is the return after confusion, or the awakening after the fall and intoxication, many days are walking alone. Thousands of miles away, thinking about what they think, worrying about what they are worried about, stubbornly loving what they love, and always living a lonely life.

Precipitate the vows of a thousand years into the words of the present, and walk in this lonely world, only for the moment when the soul and the body meet.

Some say that through my words, it is melancholy, sensitive, and slender as a girl. Say I'm the Prince of Emotions. In fact, none of them got to the point. My writing, like my personality, has a kind of infatuation.

Delusion is a state of life, an innate character.

I admit that I am an infatuated person. In fact, no matter when, he will maintain a sense of innocence and infatuation, standing in the rain drenched, he worries about whether his friend has an umbrella in the rain, and his physical condition. Enjoy the joy of life through words.

However, in real life and in the workplace, what is needed is shrewdness and competence. My infatuation can only be talked about in Weibo and text to reassure myself.

Sometimes singing, sometimes dancing, sometimes sadness, sometimes laughing, sometimes silence, sometimes talking, sometimes impetuousness, sometimes calmness. Let my infatuation dance quietly solo in the text!