I really miss you.

Really miss you prose

Really miss you prose 1

Really miss you, I call the dawn in the night, cover the moon of the colorful clouds, yo, also know my heart, silently for me to send warmth. I really want you, I call the dawn in the night, the stars in the sky, yo, also know my heart, I only have you in my heart, thousands of mountains and thousands of water how can block my love for you, the moon gently floating below a piece of my love. Really miss you, you are my brilliant dawn, cold winter yo; also long past, can withstand I love you heart ---- in the sinus of a year, I fell in love with the song "really miss you! "I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that. That slightly sad and melodious melody and popped out every lyrics, all let me move for it.

Once insisted that the infatuation will be able to keep the love, more naive fantasies, as long as no words and no regrets to pay, will be able to days and years with you to rely on each other, *** enjoy the sky and the earth love affair. May ask what is love in the world? In that a wind and snow lingering after, leaving us is actually the sky and the other side. Every time that a "really want you" in the ear rang slowly, sadness I do not more than ask the sentence "you in the countryside okay"?

Now; I am still alone in the shadow of each sleepless night, are immersed in this bone-deep love and affection. In the beautiful dream I handheld nine hundred and ninety-nine roses in the mountains and waters around looking for you, looking forward to the heart will go with you, but the dream woke up around the waves are still the same, despairing of the heart of the leaking heart rain. Sometimes I really want to not decorate your dream, but also like you.

In that drizzly morning, looking at your back gradually disappeared, I seemed to swirl into the sad Pacific Ocean, I was caught by the love; is this life destined to wander in the edge of this love and pain. If God early destined between us can only be the end of no destiny, then I even if it is a thousand needles inserted in the heart; but also to learn to adapt to this modern love story!

Memories of the days we walked together, I seem to dream of attachment. In the confusion, your gentle voice rang in my ears, "I hope that the goodbye is also a friend"! I'm not sure if you're going to be able to do that! I'm not going to be able to get a good look at this! Oh. Oh! Oh! A moment of tears blurred my eyes. The most beautiful thing in the world is to love but not to be able to, later without your sky, thoughts blocked my whole life. "May the journey be smooth", I silently recited in my heart. From now on, in every Valentine's Day without a lover, I sing that single love song alone, continue to interpret this thinking about your loneliness.

It's hard to erase yesterday, thinking about the lost today, but always inexplicably looking forward to a rainy day with you holding hands. No matter in this life or in the next, you are still my favorite in my life. Although to this day you still can't understand my heart, but I still wait for you lonely thousand and one nights. In fact, I know in my heart, you are the person I love in this life, but I am not the person you love in this life. But I still foolishly stick to this dead promise, love you; I have no regrets in this life.

really want you prose 2

Unconsciously, the night is close, the wind is light. Looking around, full of green still, but there will still be some precocious leaves can not wait to put on the summer clothes, calling friends eager to travel together, go to faraway places, go to places that have never been. Flower posture is no longer graceful, flower face is no longer brilliant, less open and enthusiastic. The only fruit on the branches of the grinning mouth towards the nature of the living beings frequently bloom smile.

The bare arm has a little cool, no longer deliberately avoid the gift of the sun, and no longer so eager for the shelter of the shade. In the eyes of more than the wind dancing leaves, the mouth chewed out a faint silence, even the fingertips of the entangled matters of the heart also let the pen and ink stained with sadness. Suddenly some nostalgia and stay that far away from the summer, it's hot, it's long, it's straightforward, at this time all seem so precious, so precious that people regret why they do not cut off and save some to stay in the fall to taste and share.

Wrapped up in the summer night, lay a page of heart paper, once treasured in the memory of the story combed through, some people, some things, derived from a number of memories, or close, or far, or light, or thick, as summer took away the enthusiasm of the once annoying people to escape, and the gradual enrichment of the summer, and let a person can not help but nostalgia for the spring that is fading away.

Life needs to be sensible and romantic. In the seasonal changes in the helpless, to find some romantic and indulgent reasons, flooding a weekday accumulation of feelings, so that the string full of thoughts randomly fiddling with the chaotic mood, boldly to think, to think, think of those who think or should not think of things, read some of those who should be read or should not be read. Thought about it, read it, although helpless, but also calm in that helplessness, like the gradual approach of the autumn so that summer helplessly rolled up that thick ink, light painting marks, thin romantic, but thick expectations, looking forward to the autumn gold and orange red embellishment of the gradual disappearance of the summer, the continuation of the warmth of the coming year.

Nature took away the warmth belonging to the last season, but the warmth of the heart will not be barren enthusiasm because of the cold both to come, thinning that summer, perhaps the heart will be more Zen fragrance. Some people and things, not just put down, not just give up, but the treasured treasure, the forgetfulness of the forgetfulness. As long as there is love in the heart, in fact, people in the face of happiness, will suddenly become timid, seize the happiness is actually more than to endure the pain need courage! Will not wither miss; as long as there is splendor in the heart, will scorn all pale.

Summer is thin, the fragrance is still the same, vines around the wall green on the window.

Autumn color is thick, blue clouds and yellow leaves, grass and trees fall at night to frost. The other people's anniversaries are on the year, but we are on the month, think about it is not taste, even so we can not guarantee that every month smooth through. We've been doing this on and off for a year and a month now.

Why are you so tormented? Turn over the diary, it is not difficult to find since we decided to meet the true love of his life, we have known each other since childhood, the relationship between classmates no longer exist, we are subjected to traditional thinking every day, all the time do not whip the two people who love each other, so that the deformation of the almost ugly, and even their own have not been confronted with such a dark love for each other, will certainly be the ravages of our true love. So between the lines are guilt and self-condemnation, the original beautiful love but because of the growth of the soil has a problem, become scornful.

In this way, we meet to such an anniversary, he will no longer be touched and greetings, this day in his mind gradually forgotten, I am cold in the lonesome autumn night, alone to bear the heart of the helpless, the pain of lovesickness really can be the only true love of my dicing and annihilation, I am really afraid of even my own gradual forgetting that we have had a good, forgetful true love. I really don't want to lose you and that wonderful everything.

Tonight, I really miss you! I really want to use all my strength to keep that past good! The love is not extinguished because you have always been in my heart, just like the kite floating in the thick clouds. The whole world proves it: I miss you so much!

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I do not have the courage to approach the window sill, to see you away, I dare not face the parting with you, sitting in place, let the tears drop by drop slide down! ...... You twice came to the side to say goodbye to me, from your eyes, I saw the deep reluctance, and attachment. When you said that sentence 'I'm leaving', I can no longer pretend to be strong, hanging his head, with long hair blocking his face, I don't want you to see my overflowing tears. I didn't want you to see my overflowing tears. I wanted to say something, but foolishly I didn't say a single word to you. I heard your footsteps on the stairway. I sprinted out of the room and stopped when I reached the door. My weak reasoning was reminding me: no. I wanted to rush out and tell you: I can't let you go either! I wanted to tell you: go home on vacation, be happy, don't worry about me. But I swallowed all these words back into my stomach. I believe that all these words you can receive. Because we can communicate with the heart, feel with the heart. No need for words, right? In a few moments, the plane carrying you will take off. My heart will also be packed by you to take away together. Only the shell is left here to wait for the lonely ......

Just now I was very heartfelt for you to fold the first paper crane, loaded with all my thoughts and wishes for you. How I hope that tonight the paper crane can fly into your heart, for you to drive away the fatigue of the journey, for you to send my miss. Did you get it? When the stack of meaningful paper under the pillow, folded one a day, all turned into paper cranes spreading their wings and wanting to fly, you'll be back, you'll be back ......

When you stood in front of me, I could pretend to turn a blind eye, and when there was no more of you in front of my eyes, there was no way for me to not think of you. You confided in me not to think of you too much, but you forgot to teach me: how can I not think of you. When the night comes, the thoughts will break like a flood. When it is time to part, you will know the pain of parting.

You must know that I am thinking of you. I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it. I'm not sure if you've been thinking about me, but I've been thinking about you, and I'm not sure if you've been thinking about me. You must have sensed that I was in tears. You must have sensed that I was in tears, and that's why you called me in time. Like a warm breeze, you brought me warmth and sweetness. Suddenly I felt as if you were still by my side, not far away for a moment, your care and consideration touched me all the time. Thank you! Remember: must be happy every day.

Know? Thinking of a person's taste, like drinking a cup of ice-cold water, and then with a long, long time, one by one flow into hot tears ......

Know? I really miss you!

Really miss you prose 5

I still remember that year, we held hands and made a wish under the moon.　　However, everything has changed. On a rainy day, you disappeared from my sight with tears in your eyes, leaving me with a long wait. Finally, the rain took away your figure, and the tears blurred my vision.

However, the years rush like running water, how ever diluted my thoughts of you, because I understand, we have long been heart to heart, the distance counts for what? The time counts for what? In front of the true love but seems so unbearable.

Remember? I have played with you in the gurgling water, with the spring breeze, looking at the swimming fish, feet on the soft sand did not leave only a row of deep and shallow footprints. Oh! This painting of the elves ah, you from the rising sunrise, to that slowly falling sunset, carrying my dream of how many want to love ah?

Remember? Surging seeds broke through the confines of winter, we met again in the world of flowers, running with the white clouds, dancing with the butterflies, accompanied by the birds play. Oh! This beautiful memory, oh! This world of dreams, oh! This is the golden world.

But, time he this good cruelty, see that the peach blossom and open, forget that the geese go and return, see that the leaf green and yellow. But the rain stopped and stopped, but did not give me any chance to let me meet with you again. Oh! The scenery is still the same, my dear, where are you? I seem to feel that you do not belong to me, yes, you you are getting farther and farther away from me.

Oh! I'm not going to be able to do that.

Oh! I'm not going to forget you.

Oh! The river is flowing, you and I will always have a memory of it.

Oh! You are the only one in my life, you are the angel in my dream, you are the lingering of my life, but we have no chance to meet again.

Really, really miss you - my childhood my dream, where are you?

Really miss you prose 6

Tonight, I leaned on the bed quietly think of you, want to know what you are doing, want to know if you have in thinking of me; want to know if your mind crossed my figure; want to know when you enter the sweet dreamland, whether to see me in the dream waiting for you. I like to lean on the bed at night to think of you. Are you thinking of me too. Dear!!!

Though, I don't know if you can really feel it when I think of you like this. If you get an inexplicable heartbeat at night, do you know it's because I'm thinking of you? Just leaning on the bed thinking about you, calling out to you in my heart. I really want to call out to you in this quiet night sky. Even though I know that the dark night cannot carry my heart's voice very far.

But I always feel that no matter how far away, you must be able to hear it! I'm used to just leaning on the bed thinking about you, I'm used to drinking wine and shedding tears thinking about you! On this calm night. Because thinking of you makes this night beautifully sad! I want you, want to drape a woolen quilt for you, listening to your gentle breathing at the side; want to hand you a cup of hot tea, slowly dispersing the tiredness of your face; want to your warm hands, touching my cheeks; want to use your hot chest, dispersing the cold on my body, and then quietly put lying in your arms, so that you feel that I love you and speed up the heartbeat ...... I pray, pray for this moment of peace I like to think of you in this way, so that my heart has a temporary happiness sweet. I will think of your name, of your figure, of your laughter, of your sorrow! Thinking of embracing with you at the lake, thinking of hand in hand with you in the ghostly moonlight, thinking of snuggling with you on the park bench, thinking of meeting the beginning of each day with you ...... Maybe I'm waiting, waiting for you to give me a miracle. But I never dare to hope! It's just a far-fetched dream. I know, I can not thirst for a lot, I just hope I can always be so forever, quietly think of you, many times, so quietly think of you, is also a kind of happiness, a kind of hope. Outside the window, the spring breeze, street lamps gorgeous! My bedroom, has long been a pile of heart. No matter how long or short we love each other, if we can always be sincere and gentle to each other, then, all the moments will be a flawless beauty.

Dear, tonight, I really miss you!

Really miss you prose 7

If everyone can look at everything in the world soberly, then how can there be a beginning how can there be an end how can there be an encounter how can there be a reunion. Sometimes, we know that it is a trap is a pit of fire, know that it is a mistake is a sin, but why still so defiant?

Intelligent as Lin Huiyin, romantic as Lin Huiyin. She can be more romantic than anyone else when dreaming, but when the dream falls into reality, she can be more rational than anyone else. I think, Lin Huiyin's most unforgettable love in her life is actually for Xu Zhimo. For Liang Sicheng, she was more of a responsibility. For Jin Yuelin, she is more grateful. However, Lin Huiyin, such a smart and clever woman and how could she let herself be embarrassed? The firm and decisive turnaround may have been accompanied by tears of reluctance. Lin Huiyin did not want to make unnecessary efforts for a fruitless love. In her, although she knows that she and Xu Zhimo more compatible, but also understand the reality of the unbearable.

Life is always not complete, sometimes respect love to betray the reality, fulfill the reality to fail the love. Two people who love each other may not have to be really combined together will be happy, sometimes better than a lifetime to cling to each other.

I'm not like Lin Huiyin as gentle as jade, not like Lin Huiyin like hands and feet for the side of the people to bring a fresh wind. In fact, we all know that there is no such thing as an unbroken feast, but why did you promise forever in the first place? I just can't wait to jump into the deep pit of love, just so scrambled to jump into the swamp of love. But I didn't expect us to end up with countless pairs of lovers who once made a promise to stay together in Cambridge, and I was always inevitably separated from them.

In fact, there is always a hint of sadness. In the "Poetry", "the sound of the death of the broad, in the son to be happy, repulsive son of the hand, in the son to grow old". As if the misty smoke, so you can not touch the impermeable but also feel not far from you.

Some people know that they should not love, or to love. Some mistakes know that will be unforgivable, but still want to insist on continuing to be wrong. As I know that you can not fall in love with you, but still so defiant. We have also made a promise on the bridge. Standing on the breakup bridge, you gently kissed me. You said, don't believe those rumors, because you and I can't be separated. You said, that kiss is the magic weapon to break the curse. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.

Some people say, after the breakup can still do friends lovers, either is not in love or is still in love. When my friend asked me if it was the former or the latter, I covered my heart and said, "The former." I'm sorry that it was my mistake that made me fall in love with you. I am also sorry that it is my fault that I am still in love with you. Dream, everything seems to be a windy dream, nothing to do with the elegant nickel, only off the cold and piercing.

Feel like I came a long way to a dream month, but one day you suddenly left, and then look back, has become a world apart.

The encounter with you in the sea of people to know and know and love is the happiest thing in my life, so not easy to meet, is how people do not want to say goodbye. But you have been far away, I can not catch up. Whether, still willing to wait for me?

really want you prose 8

Today I heard that it is a special day ...... but I am not interested in it at all, because this holiday is about what I do ah!

I feel I can be stupid! Every time I tell myself to only be good to those who are good to me, but sometimes it really goes against my heart.

Those who are false to me I am also good to them, the result is that they are all the time to ask for, when you can not find what you need here that is the end of the time, leaving behind is the harm to themselves.

Hey...so sad!

In fact, I just want to write about the mood, really miss you. I'm not sure if you've forgotten about me, but I'm sure you've forgotten about me!

Suddenly tears in my eyes, I like you half a year, perhaps you have started a new life, but my keyboard input forget to show is still that familiar name, I'm so afraid, your name has become a sharp word, every time I see always want to see a little bit more, always hope that if you're how good, but unfortunately every time is a disappointment, you won't think of me! ...... And those memories just bring me deep hurt.

Really miss you, where will you be? I am in this city it rained, you will not also think of me have no umbrella ...... will not remember that there was once such a wonderful girl in the deep thought of you.

I'm good enough maybe these are still not good enough for you! I am not a mind reader do not know what you are thinking, I only know that their own sadness only their own can resist.

I really want you to prose 9

Who wants to capture me to the Acacia Lake!

Set up in this wind soft moonlight night, can no longer close the unrestrained thoughts, let you powerless in the silky, stupid and sheepish that net struggle, let it without regard to the rampage ran into the red bean garden, the garden of the fruit tree is full of red fruit, the heart of the pool has long been full of tears of love, a hard to full of out.

When I think of you, I feel thirsty, cut, like a hundred years of dry earth, the heart is anxious to wait for the rain to come. I want you to feel sweet, drunken, like a pair of lovers reunited for a long time, thumping the heart looking forward to a deep and passionate kiss. Thinking of you is full of bleak eyes, hazy, like being in the empty and boundless desert, the feeling is that kind of bleak, that kind of lonely. The feeling of thinking of you is so soft, so soft, soft like the ribbon in the hands of the dancer. Thinking of you when the night is so quiet, so quiet, so quiet that you can hear the sound of their own blood flow. When I think of you, the night is so long, so long, so long as the snail's thousand-mile trek.

In fact, I don't want to talk to you, but also many times to lift the sword to cut off the love wire, but it's always better than the butcher's dash - the knife down to the bone and flesh points, but I can't resist the temptation of that fascinating, and I willingly like to go on the stupid drunken teasing, and it's always been wrapped up in the love wire is so tight, so tight, let me how to struggle, in front of it still appears to be The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots!

When I think of you, I really want to see you. If I have a pair of wings that can fly, I disregard all the difficulties and obstacles, the road is long, will be rain and shine, day and night to fly to you; if that and I have signed a contract with the people who can be bold, generous to give me a vacation, should I go to see you, I will be with the speed of light and the speed of sound together with the race to fly to you, and then pounced on your arms, put my tender thoughts, put me like smoke like a mist of attachment, my heartache of the hope with Your thoughts, your helplessness, your inability to fall together, and from then on to break all the miserable mournful darkness of all the watchfulness ......

When I think of you, I would like to pinch you into a small person in my pocket, so that I can take you out at any time to take a look at.

When I think of you, I want to turn you into a bead hanging on my neck, so that I can touch you at any time.

When I think of you, I always want to escape from the attack of loneliness, but the net of loneliness is always wrapped me too dense and too tight, and the rest of the poor can only be thirsty for your two eyes on the screen.

When I think of you, I always want to be alone, really do not want to have any disturbance, I just want to pour heart in that romantic world with your soul crazy and unrestrained to chase and play.

Thinking about you is really a kind of unspeakable bitterness, thinking about you is a kind of how happy sweet! Who knows that bitter and sweet can also be a miraculous concubine out of a kind of acid, from then on I was like a magic like obsessed with the flavor of sour and the kind of bitter sweet!

Do you know, no matter how busy they are, thoughts will always see a needle in the eye, and fight for every second to occupy a corner of space for it. Do you know, you once said to me every word, not only are firmly adhered to my eardrums, but also by me quietly hidden in the bottom of the heart. Your kind and gentle smile is also y embedded in my imprint. Now, no matter how hard I try to erase, can not be erased, no matter how hard to forget you, all to no avail. But the more I want to erase, the more I want to forget, who knows your voice in my debt on the list, dramatically change this again by obscurity to become more clear.

Do you know? I think you have really become a habit of mine, like brushing teeth and washing face, thinking of you when you are tired, thinking of you when you are idle, thinking of you during the day, thinking of you at night, thinking of you when you are happy, still thinking of you when you are upset. Thinking of your thoughts always in my lonely heart on the empty space is not at all restful and unrestrained. Think of you when there is sadness more not lack of sweetness, sadness is that I should not think of a never belong to their own you, sweetness is their own life can still meet a forever for him to think of their own. I should not think of you I still always think of you, should not meet you in this life I still met you, tonight I want to you all the thoughts are twisted in this silver moonlight, I wish you full of thoughts can be with tonight's 'moonlight sprinkled to you!

Do you know what day it is today? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and then you can get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world. In this dreamy, misty night, looking at the bright full moon, I can't help but think of you again! That nearly blurred figure and clear in front of my eyes flashed! Always make me dizzy around that familiar and unfamiliar shadow turn, always the bright round moon into your handsome face. And let a person incredible is this night the moon how this sinister, even to me provoked into the deepest thoughts of you! There have been countless nights of thinking about you, and none of them can outweigh the hope for you tonight! What is more ridiculous is that the watery moonlight, but also drunk me more and more soft, more and more greedy, really want to reach out to catch you, so that you have no choice but to make me bad, only with me all the lingering.

Mid-autumn night is really beautiful, mid-autumn moon is really bright and round, walking in the wind light color soft moonlight night, there always seems to be a soft voice behind me calling, look back, only the cold moon in the mockery of us, so that is a kind of fantasy of romance. The head of the government, a single person alone, I tearful eyes, lonely four. Looking up at the sky bright full moon, obsessed with a piece of, with the help of this quiet moonlit night, I send thoughts, fondness and attachment; I am tender, passionate; I look through the eyes, tears like beads broken line. I leaned alone in front of the window, seemed to see the Chang'e and Hou Yi in the love, soft words murmur, good not make me envy, so do not let me covet. Remote look at a thousand miles of hazy moonlight, I seem to see the weaving maiden and the cowherd also in the soft language embracing each other, in love and lingering. At this time, I am sad, my liver, I am jealous, I am sad, I am jealous of the weaving girl can still be every year, "the golden wind and jade dew a meeting," Chang'e can also be every year, "go but the jade rabbit to the earth." Tonight should be in heaven and on earth are in the reunion of the day, why, but it is difficult to fulfill the dream of my heart! Why, and your encounter is just for me to add a cold and bleak attachment? Why can I never touch you? Why can't I ever feel your warmth? Why can't we ever feel each other's heartbeat? Why can we only look at each other in the dark and keep each other in a miserable way? Why can we only be accompanied, embraced and cherished in our dreams? Why can only be broken hearted and difficult to help people thousands of miles!

In this life, you can only look at each other across the screen, in this dew wet ganoderma lucidum, the fragrance of laurel cold season; in this clear glow of the moon is difficult to round the lonely night; in the autumn wind, comfort blue stirring lonely night, the silver moon wave whether you also carried you drifted into the intoxicating aroma of the rose garden together?

I really miss you so much. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for the services you need.

The night is dark, the heat of the day has gradually disappeared, silver gray moonlight through the sparse shadow of the trees sprinkled in the quiet of the earth, I along the banks of the Haihe River in Tianjin, a person quietly strolling. This Haihe River leads to the Bohai Sea, and the Liaohe River in my hometown also leads to the Bohai Sea. This reminds me of an old song: "I live at the head of the river, you live at the end of the river, day by day I think of you, but I don't see you, **** drinking water from the Yangtze River". Here and now, in this situation, chanting this poignant and moving song makes me weep ......

Really miss you, we are childhood partners, childhood sweethearts. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and then you can get your hands on some of the most popular products and services. The youthful couple, each other's companion. Today's husband and wife, respect and love. Every step of my success has your passionate encouragement, every one of my achievements are cohesive with your sweat drops. Only you know my pain, my joy, my heart and heart song.

Really miss you, remember that year I was all dressed for military service, you hold my hand, with that deep love of the eyes looking at me, tearful and speechless. But I understand that behind that deep gaze is clearly a crystal clear heart crying. You are afraid of my pain and suffering, suppress their own tears will be rushing, with that firm and warm gaze to give me love, support, encouragement. Until the train slowly started, your curved corners of the mouth only began to twitch, hot tears rolled over your beautiful cheeks, but you still smile and wave at me, this scene as a sculpture forever carved into my heart. That's when I got the idea for "That Moment". Remember the poem I wrote? Let's revisit that moment here on both sides of the Haihe River***.

That moment - the setting sun is silent, the mountains and forests are quiet, hold your breath, you and I into the sacred realm. In that moment, just the slightest contact of the fingers, the whole body will be trembling, the holy bare, sincere, deep love, better than the words of the oath of alliance.

That moment, is the "Garden of Eden" encounter, "electrode" sparks, ignited the boiling blood, so that the journey of your life and mine into the new sweet.

In that moment, you and I stepped into a vacuum, the world as if it no longer existed, the blue sky, the earth wrote a moving soul of the two hearts. The two hearts were written on the blue sky and the earth, and they were like two hearts.

The moment was suddenly frozen, and that moment was forever!

The sculpture walks into the heart.

I miss you so much. We got married when we were in our 10th year of love, and our son was born the following year. You were stretched to the limit every day. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get the best out of me, but I'm sure you'll be able to get the best out of me, and I'm sure you'll be able to get the best out of me. You were busy from morning to night, your hands freezing and cracking in the winter and sweating like rain in the summer. When I reported to you with my college diploma in an apologetic mood, there was no harshness in your gaze, still that sweet smile, still the joyful you. However, I am most surprised, admire is a few years, heavy housework did not overwhelm you, on the contrary, hard to take the naughty son, while tutoring finished high school, finished reading the University of Ye. In the unit year after year was rated as an advanced worker, and honored to join the Chinese **** production party. In comparison, I am a man, I feel inferior, dwarfed. At this time, my mind is not only love you, want you, and is from the heart respect you.

Really want you, want you to give me love is so deep and vast, such as pine and cypress evergreen. Your love is seldom as hot as a summer kiss, but it is as eternal as spring. You never put love on the mouth, but will love to dissolve in my care, care, considerate. From living and eating to wearing shoes and hats. From work, career to my article comments. All the time is not infiltrated with your sincere, deep love. I sincerely thank you, my career can not do without you.

I was alone at night, independent of the banks of the Haihe River, looking up at the cosmos, looking down at the depth of your feelings and mine, heartily calling from the bottom of my heart, really want you! Due to work, we are often separated by thousands of mountains and seas, different sides of the world, but your heart and mine is long, never separate.

At this moment I thought of a playful love poem: you mud, I mud, hold a handful of mud, mold a me, mold a you, you and I will be broken to mix well. And then mold a me, and then mold a you, and you have me in the mud, and I have you in the mud.

By now I have been rolling in tears, I can not help myself, and my heart keeps calling out: I really miss you, we will always be together.

We walk hand in hand with each other through childhood, adolescence, youth, *** with the victory over the life of the straitened circumstances, physical illness, the threat of death, political difficulties, can be said to be the life and death and ***, wind and rain. We will also *** together through middle age, twilight. But I always feel that not enough, I can not be demanding in the past life, this life let me accompany you to the end, the next life I still marry you!

I really miss you, never leave you in this life.

July 1996 (this article has been done as a soundtrack essay in Liao Tai won awards)