Text/July Chang'an
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The end of the New Year has come to a successful end today, when the morning dawn is first revealed, a salute is faintly heard from the sky, and someone has opened the mode of celebration very early, celebrating the successful end of the New Year festival.
In fact, the most anticipated is the Lantern Festival, when you are with you, you can go shopping on this gentle night, watch the lanterns, guess the word puzzle, or watch the dragon lanterns on the street dancing soft body, although the spring cold is still steep, but can not block the fiery enthusiasm.
What overflows is not the passion of celebration, but the affection of you and me, there is an inexplicable sense of comfort in the heart of you - peace of mind, and happiness, maybe at that moment, you have occupied my entire heart, no one has entered my already exhausted heart so closely, only you are like a spring wind and rain, moisturizing every cell in my body.
The confidant I care about the most, a smile, are stained with a thick color of acacia, as long as you close your eyes, your appearance will come from the deep affection in your mind, like a dream, like a fairy in the sky, warmly descending into my world.
02.
That is the bitterness of acacia.
The Lantern Festival is joyful and noisy, but I don't see the people of yesterday, looking at the poems written in my own handwriting, I was sad: "On the first night of last year, the flower market lights were like day, the willows on the moon, and the people were about after dusk; on the first night of this year, the moon and the lights were still the same, and I didn't see last year's people, and I was full of tears in the sleeves of the spring shirt." ”
The scenery is the color of the past; people, but with the wind far away, left alone is a lonely and lonely.
Those warm moments that were once warm are constantly emerging in the mind, and I want to go back to those days when my souls are tacitly connected again and again, but I am sad again and again.
You and I met in the world of words, from the beginning of meeting you, I was attracted by your words, you are a proud talented woman, writing a good article, just like your beautiful face, always exuding a youthful atmosphere.
Obsessed with your tenderness, your talent, your confidant.
Whether it is in the alley where the rain is scattered, or at the bus stop, or in the warm milk tea house, there are infinite warm memories, that pair of footprints are all over every place in this Jiangnan, and whenever the sun sets, the back of us hugging each other is the most beautiful silhouette in the world.
Love, floating in the warm sky of Jiangnan, you become the most beautiful landscape in my heart.
03.
You understand me and love me deeply, and you can see it from your words, from your words, and from every bit of you to me.
Seven years together, seven years of love, and now at the time of the Lantern Festival, you are in a distant city, and there are brilliant fireworks above the city? Can you have someone who hurts you and loves you?
I don't know if tonight's moon is rising, it can still be as bright as yesterday, I don't know if there are still wishing sachets hanging under the willow tree, and I don't know if someone next to you is accompanying you to visit the bustling night market.
Thinking about it, my heart is confused, my heartache and warmth coexist at the same time, maybe this is the pain of separation, this is the pain of lovesickness.
Life is like this, meeting the right person at the wrong time is an infinite pain, and the most helpless thing is that this pain is accompanied by every day, although every moment is looking forward to the circle, but the shadow standing in the broken bridge of Jiangnan is still standing.
Love, is a kind of romance, but also a kind of romantic waiting in the bitter wait, I care most about the people, from my Jiangnan, take away all my love, at the time of this Lantern, think of those beautiful past, can not help but tears misty.
If life is just as it first saw, how good it would be; if time is frozen in that moment, what kind of happiness it is; if you and I can one day reunite on a sunny day, my life will certainly be full of life.
A bitter smile, looking at the white sky, sighing silently blessing, if you are well, it is a sunny day, and only in this life is the heart.
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