In the silent night, I am still curled up in a lonely corner. I tasted the sad loneliness alone in the moonlight. In late summer and early autumn, the evening breeze comes slowly. A few stars dotted the night sky, and a bright last quarter moon reminded me of the dusty past. Memories jump like red candles, only emitting a slight light. Memories are like a photo album, looking for the slightest touch in the yellowing traces.
Sitting alone in the dead of night, staring at the writing paper, the roll of ink flying flowers, the new words and old poems all spelled out the word "missing", which was carefully woven into a net, wrapped in endless warm and tender words and hung on the branches of the plum tree in front of the window. When the wind passes by, if it is gentle, it will roll up soft thoughts; If you bend over, you can't help it, you will rise and dance lightly; Snow dance, one song after another, full of tenderness. At this moment, I am quietly, with a faint smile, watching a silent wait. The night is behind me, long and continuous.
It's quiet and calm tonight, and I feel a little lost. I hate this terrible calm, especially when the night comes again and there is nothing to do, the emotion called missing always occupies my heart! Time flies, tears streaming down my face. The ink in front of the lamp is thick, and the dust in the poem has fallen. So, tonight's words have nothing to do with the past. I only remember slightly that the sadness of missing was silently opened in the circulated poems. Close your eyes and miss you. So, so repeated, as if people are still there, bit by bit cold, flying with the dust; The warmth left in my heart permeates my fingertips. Now, you are on the other side and get into the poem. I'm here, in the text. Every time I read it, I get a little warmth and smile.
Dip in ink and dance for you forever; The faint plum blossom will make you feel ashamed in this life and cry bitterly; A broken moon, tired of you; The word acacia, because of you, turns my heart. Can you receive this helpless yearning? Looking at the passing years, I don't know what expression to face. All endings have been written and all thoughts have begun. Smile, whether to find your own independent blue sky again, or still miss you in the silence of the night?
On this late autumn night, the wind blew irregularly and scattered the leaves, but it could not dispel the sadness in my heart. The sadness wrapped tightly, the warmth that I can't let go, suddenly miss you in this deepening night, gently and slowly buckle your heart, and remember your appearance in a shallow smile. Miss you, like the spring breeze caressing the green shoots and caring for growth; Miss you, like a summer storm, accidentally broke my waist; Miss you, like a drizzle in autumn, singing softly at night; Miss you, like the frost in winter, let me face each other from a distance!
I miss you in the quiet night sky tonight. At the edge of the sky, white clouds are changing and finally become raindrops. The complex world is in the red dust. Because of the withered flowers and lonely possession, I am attached to your smile, so I often cry because I miss you! The leaves outside the window are withered, and I want to inject a season of love into her. I carefully counted the yellow fragments and finally got that slow smile. I'm thinking, you and I won't slow down for anyone. What I want is not the golden autumn, but the long-lost new green!
Stay alone in the lonely night, quietly waiting, quietly waiting, my heart slowly becomes chaotic, knocking on the keyboard, but you are integrated into my lines from time to time. You have stood firm in my heart for a long time. The sun and the moon alternate, and the years flow. Who wants to sit alone in the ocean, unable to reach the shore and find a harbor to anchor? Adults' hearts will not change with the passage of time. Turn on the stereo, listen to the sad music, immerse yourself in the sad melody, and tap the keyboard. In order to temporarily separate yourself from the world of missing you, let yourself relax. When I miss you, how can I stand the melancholy that breeds in my heart? So, when you feel helpless, you will find such a way!
Dark as ink, behind the starry night sky, there are intermittent thoughts in the looming eyes. How long will you miss it? I can't imagine how long this day will last. I hope it won't be long. I just want you to remember that in a distant place, there has always been a person who cares about you the most, waiting quietly, waiting for you to suddenly think of me, thinking of me who cares about you so much in this corner of the world. I miss you so much on a windless night. Do you feel my deep concern and deep thoughts?
Never really realized what it was like to be cared for. Until you turn around and walk towards dawn. Looking at your drifting back, my heart seems to be held by an invisible thread from time to time, and it seems to be hanging in the wind, swaying with the wind and unable to stand still. It turns out that caring is a string that is involved, humming and spinning, chanting heavy thoughts, hanging wind chimes, swaying and swaying affectionate exhortations. So, I find myself thinking about you all the time, whether it's the breeze, the moon and the stars, the insects singing in the middle of the night, waking up in the morning, the setting sun shining sideways, or sleepy.
Tonight I am intoxicated in this lonely night, in your warm arms, in the back of your departure, in your slight smile. I'll give you the pieces of my heart and wait for you to put them back one by one. One day, when I leave silently, please don't forget my thoughts of you. You should always keep my smile in your heart and gently blow it in my red eyes with a breeze. I only know that I thought of you again tonight!
When the moon goes down and the stars go down, I wake up from my dream. I hold myself tight, so I pray to God that I can have a long dream and hold you every minute. This life is too short for me to catch up with your footsteps, so in the next life, turn me into a bird and fly with you under the sky, no matter how many storms. Missing is beautiful, but meeting is more worth looking forward to. It would be a pity if we missed each other! However, I just want to say: I have been thinking about you!
Tonight, if there is soft moonlight, through your window lattice, it is my vigilant eyes. Tonight, if there is a breeze, knocking on your door is my long-standing heart. Tonight, if moonlight can convey my thoughts to your heart, tomorrow morning, the crystal dew on the green leaves will be my happy tears! Tonight, let me miss you in this beautiful moonlight. ...