Text/July Chang'an
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01.
Not every encounter can be unforgettable.
Not every time you look back, it makes people feel excited.
I waited only for the most important encounter in my life, a shallow smile, a shy gentleness, like the most beautiful woman in the sunset, as soon as I entered the curtain, I entered the heart.
Yi people, beautiful eyes and expectations, a look back is overflowing with affection; Yi people, like willows in the wind, graceful posture, is the most beautiful landscape in the heart.
Standing on the horizon of water and heaven, standing in this ripple of light and rain in Jiangnan, I am willing to wait with the persistence of a lifetime, in exchange for your affectionate look.
Love, not only a simple sweet word, but also a long-term infatuation to wait, for the People of Yi Que to haggard, alone on the West Building, looking at the end of the world, the vast earth, the most beautiful shadow, when can you embark on the warm way home?
In the twilight of the night, the rain gradually spread up, wetting the hair in front of the forehead, and also wetting the pair of obsessive eyes, I don't know whether it was the rain that was wet, or the fog that rose in the eyes, only that the sea was once shipwrecked as water, except that Wushan mountain was not a cloud.
02.
There is no cloud anywhere, and the clouds in this small city in Jiangnan are so dazzling.
There is no road anywhere, with such a meandering and deep mood.
There is no peach blossom anywhere, with such a fragrant breath, charming heart.
You, the embodiment of a peach blossom fairy, are not only brilliant blooms in spring, no matter what season, you can smell a strong fragrance - the fragrance of love, which spreads from you.
When the warm sun shines on this peach blossom forest, the birds are already singing joyfully in the branches, and the trickling east wind is blowing unhurriedly on the placket, holding your hand and slowly walking the deep path.
The peach blossoms are red and dazzling, making you fascinated, and you can't hold back the joy in your heart, in the peach blossom rain, you can't stop turning in circles and cheering, and your hair is flowing, like a dream.
At that moment, you are like a princess in a fairy tale, your waist and limbs swaying in this spring; at that moment, there is only your beautiful existence in my eyes, like the peach blossom, and the peach blossoms elsewhere are in my eyes, but they are just clouds of smoke.
When the peach blossoms flutter and settle down, it is the youth that is different red.
The most beautiful time, warm and permeated with the fragrance of the flowing years, our youth years have become more colorful and colorful because of the peach blossoms, because of the peach blossoms in your pen, and it is more romantic and confused.
03.
You are good at catching a wisp of wind, beautifying a trace of rain, and freehand the path paved with bluestone slabs into the most beautiful road in the world.
You, the amorous author, write the most beautiful chapter of love.
Every little drop blooms into a flower in your pen, and I look forward to the day when we will not abandon the prelude of our love together in this paradise, every morning and the sunset and your lingering eyes gaze affectionately, every seasonal reincarnation embraces you affectionately, listen to the natural birdsong, listen to the sound of the flowing water at the ferry, listen to your tender and sweet warm words, and so on until the heavens and the earth are old.
However, a different world, a turn is already a thousand rivers and mountains, a momentary wait, gradually become a lifetime of waiting, thinking of going to a thousand miles of smoke and waves, twilight is heavy and the sky is wide, the most beloved person, where are you tonight?
When the breeze struck, it woke me up with the smell of wine, and once again I saw the bright moon hanging in the sky.
The moon is reunited, the people are not round, the moon thinks of the people, and the moon waits.
Only for you to look back affectionately, only for you to smile.
In the season of acacia, when the peach blossoms fill my eyes, standing in this old place, aggrievingly making a promise of my life: In this life and this life, I wait with a lifetime, in exchange for your affectionate look, no matter how long, you are still the person I am most worth waiting for.
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