This article is from the WeChat public account (fish yearning life)
The encounter is only the beginning of parting. Thinking of this, she burst into tears.
The spring that meets you is like the bright sun shining on the mountains, and like the whistle of the pigeons knocking on the heart lake, a string of time events falls in front of the window in such a colorful way.
The laughter of those years was stagnant in the ups and downs of a cup of green tea; in those years, a clear acacia tree, leafy. I knew I could get out of my body' shackles, but I couldn't walk out of my own length.
Suddenly, I miss you so much. Write these words and you will see the warmth of a face, the smile at the corner of your mouth.
The new green of the branches grew wildly, and the flowers bloomed. Flowers are melancholy. Unbridled when in full bloom. Once they are going downhill, even if they are sad, they cannot regain their youth.
Flying willows float through the streets. In those wandering places, can you care? In that helpless loneliness, but there is a root for growth? My heart was full of vitality and loneliness, struggling in a field of falling flowers and willows flying all over the city. I know that the time of April, when you can't see it, is still attached, and the beautiful pictures are formed in the increasingly prosperous green and flowers.
At the moment, I want to write softly, a colorful flower, in those years, you quietly came ...
For a long time, I used the name of a flower to find the lost love, but I wanted to hide behind the flower and bloom quietly.
You don't know, just like you never knew my heart. My confession in the sun, my feelings in the moonlight, are wrapped in the warmth and elegance of the verses. Some past events are colorful, and in the dead of night, in some lonely and crazy moments, they are like imprints, engraved in my heart. My heart, which has gone through vicissitudes, is like a flower in a cluster of flowers, like a bright moon. It's like those years with you. However, after years, do you remember the woman who smiled in the name of flowers?
When a word blooms, it is the memory of your visit. However, this kind of cold and warm intertwining, how many emotions can carry the back of the distant back and a lonely heart again and again?
Let's all be happy! The heart is silent, but the eyes cannot be moistened. So, fill your ears with sad and joyful songs, imagine the sound of silk bamboo blooming in your heart, the warm touch longer than your eyes, a vigorous tree bud blooming.
That's what man's fate is! It's like an unexpected encounter. You don't know when you'll meet, if you'll know each other or if you'll leave, or even when your relationship with another person will come to an abrupt end. However, this is enough to make you regret it!
But I still remember that with you by my side, it was spring.
I don't remember how many years it took, but I still insisted on a habit of raising a peaceful life. Because I know you're going to be watching somewhere.
Love the veins of words as you please, and plant a hope in your heart when you can be quiet. At this time, all that remains in the world is my dialogue with my heart, and my story with you.
Suddenly, I miss you so much. However, this sentence, which often cut through the soul, turned to ashes in loneliness and fell silent in silence.
How many people who say they are going to go all the way will eventually part ways, how many eternal promises, as long as you remember, will become. And I only hope that, in this life, you will remember my past and remember my good.
In the transition of time and space, we are all just passers-by of this world, as small as a grain of dust. It's just that in the days of poetry and far away, who did it, and whose thoughts are boundless?
If I have the chance, I would like to bloom like a cherry blossom in the spring branches. When you pass by, I will unbiasedly drop a flower in the palm of your hand. Perhaps, you will remember a dream that pierced my innocent smile.
Actually, I just faintly remember.
Just want to know how you are doing, just want to know if you can read how a woman feels years later? I am not a woman who does not eat fireworks in the world, but I am willing to find a quiet place in the world of fireworks, keep your lifelong commitment for you, and draw a blue in your heart.
Everything was a dream, long and heavy. In the dream, we remember a flower blooming; outside the dream, I saw the parting.
Whether there is you or not. At this time, it is already a thing and a person. After going through too many stories, I stopped trying to stay. Even if we meet again, we will still smile and bless you!
I cherish your letters and I miss you. Did you receive it? The most romantic thing is to spend every inch of life with ordinary people, and at this time, the sun is just right!
The years are mottled and the years change. Some memories, that's it! Slip into the wind at night, or follow your heart, let nature take its course! In this way, there is no expectation and there will be no disappointment. However, the memory is full of goose yellow...
Only occasionally, when you read something similar, your shadow, like a bookmark in an old book page, slips off slightly, and then your eyes suddenly get wet...
Love is just a bustling old dream. You and I hurried to come...