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Yasunari Kawabata: At four o'clock in the morning, I saw the begonia flowers sleeping, and I always felt that at this time, you should be by my side. In the night of insomnia, your strange and familiar face appears in front of your eyes, and your eyebrows are bent,

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Yasunari Kawabata: At four o'clock in the morning, I saw the begonia flowers sleeping, and I always felt that at this time, you should be by my side.

In the sleepless night, your strange and familiar face appears in front of you, your eyebrows are bent, and you are smiling lightly in front of the window. Every word you've said, every micro-expression, so real.

Fingertips touch your face on the photo, the tips of your eyebrows, the tip of your nose... There is a warm feeling across... There is traffic in the window that crosses the fall, and you don't see it.

When I dream back, I always hover between within reach and out of reach, always shuttling between dreams and reality, and the thick night always stretches the shadow of thoughts and fills my heart when I miss you.

You are my poetry and distant place, the only pillar of my spiritual world, and you are the one who I can feel solace in the face of the trivialities and conservatism of the world. Your presence has been throughout my long years, and the warmth you have given me is enough to enrich my heart and soul.

You are the brightest star in my night sky, always swaying my half-awake dreams, and your presence and presence illuminate my path alone.

You are far away, my thoughts and love are stretched and banished between thousands of mountains and rivers, I am like a lonely boat, always wandering in my dreams in the north and south of love.

A heart rises and falls, twists and turns, twists and turns, and twists and turns. Sometimes, when I wake up in the morning, the dream is really real, and I always want to say that the afterglow of the dream is still there, and tell you the story of the dream.

However, once you are in a mortal life, and you begin to be busy for a day's work and life, telling you about the things in your dreams is stranded again and again. I listed some inexplicable words to express my feelings. However, every time I miss it to the extreme, I always feel the paleness and powerlessness of the Chinese language and writing.

The fate of fate is predestined, you and I are like two stars with different trajectories, can only stare at each other across the Galaxy. Ren tenderness and thousands of thoughts, when the eyes meet, condensed into a lightning bolt, through you and me.

In fact, as the song sings: the taste of missing a person is like drinking a cup of cold water, and then for a long, long time, one by one, it flows into hot tears.

As wise as you, my heart does not have to be twisted and turned, you know it. Sometimes, really resistant, you can see through me at a glance. In terms of life, meeting you is the best fate, but it is wrong at the wrong time and in the wrong place. But no matter what, your appearance once again made me taste the love of fate and the tenderness of the world. You are a candy that God has given me as a reward, and your existence is drunk with time and drunk with years.

A different kind of you, a different kind of feeling, for your heart, for your insomnia, for your intestines and stomach, for your thoughts.

Rich thoughts hang on the branches of the years, special love to special you. I stand at the ferry of life, looking at the far side of life, the distance is moving because of you, I still like you, like the wind has gone eight thousand miles without asking about the return date.

Thinking about your season, full of thick thoughts, cutting constant love threads, missing as you gentle crossing, only to find that the original flowers have sounds; It wasn't until I walked through the four seasons of my life that I realized that the scenery was not as good as yours. #情感点评大赏 #

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Yasunari Kawabata: At four o'clock in the morning, I saw the begonia flowers sleeping, and I always felt that at this time, you should be by my side. In the night of insomnia, your strange and familiar face appears in front of your eyes, and your eyebrows are bent,
Yasunari Kawabata: At four o'clock in the morning, I saw the begonia flowers sleeping, and I always felt that at this time, you should be by my side. In the night of insomnia, your strange and familiar face appears in front of your eyes, and your eyebrows are bent,
Yasunari Kawabata: At four o'clock in the morning, I saw the begonia flowers sleeping, and I always felt that at this time, you should be by my side. In the night of insomnia, your strange and familiar face appears in front of your eyes, and your eyebrows are bent,

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