Beautiful prose missed the flowering period: The Shili Gallery, which missed the flowering period and missed your
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The whole life of emotion depicts the bitter and bitter guardian.
say, I miss you. The structure of the vision cheated my tears, but why did it rain when the sky was just fine?
Between me and you, there is only the Internet. Without it, I wouldn't know you, and you wouldn't know me. God gave us this fate. Is it an unchangeable fate in previous lives or a continuation of this life?
In September, a beautiful season, the fallen leaves are filled with transparent sadness. The Internet has created an opportunity for you and me to meet. The world is really small, so it happened that I met you at this time. Three months later, I still clearly remember that night was January 18th. In this way, we promised to the text and the mobile phone that we would accompany each other bravely. However, I can't help falling in love with this oath.
I said, I'm afraid, afraid of the distance, afraid of this emotional joke. You said that the reality is not true, and the network is not fake. You will protect me all my life. But how can this neither sweet nor warm word make me cry? During that time, I waited for the sunset and the end of the day. When I heard the bell ring, I knew that a new day had arrived. Only at this time, we had our world, and the sky was flying with my sweet words with you. That's the future I'm waiting for. Day by day, in my life, there is a little more concern and a little more missing.
212, the flowering season is coming. On February 14th, I had a Valentine's Day with a lover. You said that you are in love with me, you are afraid of losing me, and you are more worried about the barrier between distance and practice. I smirked, all this is true or false, like dream a dream, listening to your favorite song, I want to tell you that love can blossom and bear fruit. Actually, I know, you're scared, too. And when you told me that you couldn't live without me, did you know that I had already given my heart to you? Sometimes it hurts. In the middle of the night, I wake up in pain. In this dream-seeking place, your figure is drifting away.
We all fell in love and defeated our friends' doubts and concerns. That day, we were sick at the same time, but we didn't go to the hospital. However, we unexpectedly sent the same message. If only I were by your side. ? You smiled, too You said, this shows that none of us can live without anyone. It turned out that, in the dark, our hearts blended together.
I miss you, you, sophomore, and I, sophomore. You and I are three years away. I often look at the starry sky and pray that I can be younger. However, everything will not come true. Fortunately, you said you didn't mind, and I said I would wait for you.
I always admit that I am a good girl. I listen to everything you said, study hard, take good care of myself, skip instant noodles and go to bed early. And I believe that you are doing the same thing with me at the same time and place in the distance. Just, I shed tears, will you feel heartache; Do you smile when I am happy? Later, I realized that the missing at this end can't be received at that end, and the missing is always transmitted in one direction.
I heard that when you fall in love with someone, you will see many figures like him wherever you go. Is this an illusion? An illusion in love. I have never seen your face. You told me that you are 1.78 meters tall and wear glasses, but I am always used to looking for a figure that matches you. Then I imagined that we had agreed to see Hangzhou for the first time, see the broken bridge, and enjoy the romance of two people. I think we will hold hands, hug and kiss. If at that moment, we only have each other in our hearts. I chose to believe this promise called unchangeable.
Some people say that a woman in love has almost zero IQ. My friend said, I am in that situation, and I am beginning to get away from reality, life, network and you in the distance. I am gradually moving towards a fool, and I am willing to do it. What did you say? You promised to call me and accompany me? I lost sleep for many nights and wanted to find someone to talk to me, but you weren't there. It turns out that all this, after being said from the mouth, has become foam flying in the air, colorful under the reflection of sunlight, flying for one minute, two minutes, falling, blasting, and nothing has ever existed. I learned to lie, and I learned to find excuses for you and excuses for myself in various ways to deceive my heart. Reality tells me that I have to endure loneliness and pain, and all I can do is pretend to smile.
Many times, the heart is very painful, and the oath is always strong, and people will only curl up behind their backs. Every day, I go into your space, guess what you say, and look at your messages and recent visitors. It turns out that the most frequent footprint is the girl named Sunday. Here, it belongs to the Sunday inn, but it is not a private space.
It's been a while, and time has brushed away many memories and left a blank. You haven't filled in for a long time. I think you don't want to be a fool, and I will no longer be a fool's girlfriend in silence.
later in the night, I began to look for and repeatedly read the saved information you sent me, hoping to get something. However, I enjoyed the sweetness you gave me in the past, but I unexpectedly became a habit. Finally, I cried with a smile on my face and became so cowardly. Without your concern and your good night, I feel that there is only myself left in the world, and everyone has left me, but I can't find a shoulder to lean on. I am so afraid of loneliness and the darkness that kills people.
that night, I drank, and I was paralyzed by the pain caused by my heart that was about to explode. When the alcohol concentration reaches a certain level, I can cry and do anything crazily. I want to hear your voice, thirteen numbers. After dialing, what lingers in my ear is:? The number you dialed is power off. ? I laughed at myself and lost it. You still left. When can you come back? Perhaps, all is just the flowers in the dream.
The sunset went down again and disappeared in that faint red. The stars rose in the night sky. The moon is always so round and bright. Time passes minute by minute, holding a day in your hand, waiting for you to appear in front of you.
you still forgot, forgot to say good night to me, and forgot that today is Sunday.
can you come back? Repeat that concern. If you really disappear, I will learn to be a bad boy, and I will be allowed to cry again.
after all, you love me. When the dawn is singing, the dancing figure says good morning. How can I be happy? In fact, in the end, we are all selfish and love ourselves.
It's May, and we bravely persisted for four months. It turns out that this kind of love is not as easy as we imagined. You are an indispensable part of my heart. Even if I miss the flowering period, I won't miss you and miss such love.
This is the network, how many encounters have been created, and how many love stories have been born and continued here. I want to thank it, let me meet him, this process, bitter with sweet, is so beautiful! I told myself to be crazy while I was young and have a brave love.
Beautiful prose missed the flowering period: missed the predestined flowering period, missed you
looking back on the past, having been sad, having been happy, being indifferent, all become history and can't be forgotten. Then, let's let it go. It's not necessarily bad to remember many things. It is a kind of pain to forget deliberately, but not forget. Slowly, we will find that time will mature our minds, and all our worries, Hwa-Sung Do's faint Zen sound, will be quiet in the depths of the ancient temple of the soul.
Through ups and downs, through stumbling, stepping on the road of life in the future, there will be more storms ahead and more stumbling on the road. Looking back suddenly, I find that everything that used to be so insignificant and vulnerable, and those self-complaints and long-term love now seem so ridiculous and childish. I believe that time will precipitate our feelings, inspire our thoughts and souls, and move towards a better future.
after years, I still remember what you looked like when you left. You turned around smartly and buried all our beauty. You pushed those vows to the precipice, and then threw them into the abyss. With a wry smile, I left a tear, and I won't entangle with you any more. In my heart, let the past become a burial, bloom into a lonely flower, watch the fleeting time alone, and die with time.
once, I cherished you as much as my life, but I still couldn't leave your stubborn footsteps. When my lover is lost, I can only look for it in my dream. Spring blossoms and Qiu Feng is red, and the whole world can be found, and the whole world is full of smiles. Slowly understand that it is fate and necessity to be doomed, so there is no need to be empty and melancholy. Merciful creatures can't escape the ravages of time. Who can stop these steps? Is it possible for me to stop you from leaving?
the only thing is that flowers can be folded, so don't wait until there are no flowers. Let the flowers fall with the flowing water, let the leaves fall with the wind, everything will be bleak, and life will be quiet. For so many years, although you have already disappeared in the veins of my palm print, I know that you can still smell your once breath in the elegant fragrance of flowers in the wind, which is faint and no longer strong.
If there is no happy meeting, there will be no heartbreaking parting. Parting makes us strangers. See you again, no longer have the heart, the feeling of relief, the feeling of relief a few years ago. No longer entangled, the only thing left is sincere blessing, and a sense of gratitude in my heart, gratitude for meeting, and gratitude for maturity. Grateful, after countless years of baptism, we still have not washed away that once beautiful, thank you, let me stay in your past.
now, think about how wonderful it was. Remember? You say, I am your child, you pluck the piano and string in the mountains, and I listen to the flowing water. Unexpectedly, by mistake in time, we passed each other by. What is left is only the distant yearning across the mountains and rivers. Even so, I am humble and don't want you to see it, because the fate I missed is the pain I can't go back to, and it is the fate of water under the bridge. In this case, let me bear this lonely yearning silently and let it cross the ink.
Yesterday, I saw a sentence: Walking together is fate, and walking together is happiness. What a warm word, how many people said that they would never leave and walk together. As a result, they walked to the end of fate. No one knows how long the road of fate is. Happiness is always what people yearn for. Fate is often lost after we look for it. We meet because of fate, know each other because of meeting, become friends, and some even fall in love. ? Happiness? The word seems simple, but it's hard to do, so I never complain about your departure, because I know that everything has a causal relationship, and if there is a result of leaving, there must be a reason why we can't be together, or, just lack of one? Understand? Word, right
I wonder if you will feel the same way with me when you see this sentence?
At this moment, quietly looking up at the blue sky, I know that there are still your footprints in my heart, although it has gone from deep to shallow and began to blur. However, when I saw the scenery is still the same, the moment when the birds whispered and stood on the branches, I missed it and shuttled inexplicably in the early summer morning. Concerned heart, with the footsteps of the wind, fly to you step by step. All the worries began to bloom in this morning, bright and affectionate. My heart has been a little sour. After all, I have paid so much attention to it, but only when you and I didn't cherish it will we miss each other. How much I miss, how much I am depressed, looking back at the warmth of yesterday, and the broken edge. Picking up those messy and broken memory fragments, no matter how persistent and serious I am, I can never piece together the perfection that I used to have. In fact, your heart has been left with me, right?
I believe that in everyone's heart, there is a love flower, which is just a matter of time. When it is in full bloom, it is very quiet and does not disturb the time. If you find it, you will smell the charming flowers and float into your soul. If you meet it, don't miss it. You should know that the love flower that blooms in your heart must be found and cared for with your sincerity and true feelings, because it will be the warmth of your life. We must understand that no matter how many flowers bloom in our hearts, no matter how colorful, there is only one that belongs to you. And she happens to be on the only road in your life. When you meet her and pity her, maybe you and I are not destined to be each other's love flowers, so we are destined to miss a sweet one.
Beautiful prose missed the flowering period: the missed flowering period
There are countless regrets in life. Missed people, missed things, missed flowering period, missed fate; Do you not cherish it? See you shake your head frequently! I saw tears at two o'clock, speechless. Perhaps, at that time, that place was a nightmare that you couldn't get rid of, but now you can only sigh: and a moment that ought to have lasted for ever, has come and gone before I knew.
It is said that when Du Mu wrote this poem of melancholy, it started with a story: Du Mu traveled to Huzhou and met a folk woman who was over ten years old; As the saying goes: it is more than thirteen, and the cardamom is at the beginning of February. In Yangzhou, vernal wind blows through three-mile long street. No one can rival her beauty with bead curtains rolled up. So, Du Mu met his mother for ten years and then married. However, fourteen years later, Du Mu became the secretariat of Huzhou, but the woman had been married for three years and had two sons. With emotion, Du Mu pretended this poem.
as beautiful as a flower, it seems that the years have passed; Du Mu didn't blame the beautiful woman, because he was the one who stood me up. It is said that the woman waited for ten years, but she didn't keep the appointment, so she had to swallow her anger and marry someone else. It is conceivable that a beautiful woman is looking forward to it in the independent wind. I didn't see Mr. Lang looking back, but my clothes were wet with tears. I couldn't see Hua Rongshou in the endless mirror, and the unknown was even more leaking. The green hills that can't be covered are faint, and the green water that keeps flowing is leisurely! Sad, sad.
Du Mu's mood at that time was enough to warn the world: if there are flowers, you must fold them straight, so don't fold them until there are no flowers!
this kind of fault is caused by the poet himself. No matter how bitter the wine you brew, you should drink it with tears, and you can't blame others. However, if it was that era, it would be even more sad if you were forced to drink the bitter wine brewed for you by your relatives living in that era! Alas!
Lu You's poem "Hairpin Phoenix" has been sung to this day, and every time it is read, it can't help but make people feel pity, and then it hurts:
Red crisp hands, rattan wine, and spring willows all over the city. Dongfeng evil, who is in a weak mood, has been in a melancholy mood for several years. Wrong, wrong, wrong!
spring remains the same, and people are thin and empty. Tears are red and full of tears. Peach blossoms fall, idle pool pavilion. Although Shanmeng is here, it is difficult to trust the brocade book. Mo, Mo, Mo!
This word is Lu You's love tragedy. When Lu You was about twenty years old, he married his cousin Tang Wan, and after marriage, he was inseparable. However, Lu Mu didn't like Tang Wan, so they were forced to part with tears. Lu You remarried, and Tang Wan remarried Zhao Shicheng.
Ten years later, Lu You and Tang Wan met in Shenyuan, and Tang Wan bought wine to entertain Lu You. After feeling sad, Lu You wrote this poem "Hairpin Phoenix" on the wall of the garden. Later, Tang Wan also assigned a word "Chaitoufeng"? The world is thin, to express the bitterness and pain of her thoughts.