In your gaze back, I have poured out the infatuation, fallen into a thousand years. Today, who else will warm this heart frozen in the snow?
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A heavy snowfall came unexpectedly, flurry, such as the angels sent from heaven, drifted down to earth, filled the whole earth, the mountain dance silver snake, the original Chi wax elephant. The hibernation of the trees also in the night like the east wind blowing, sparse shadow, pear blossom bloom, cold fragrance floating ......
Independence in the open wilderness, the heart of the matter is confused, a different kind of feelings do not know how to say. Lift your eyes and look away, there is a bit of scarlet in the distance, hidden and hidden, just like the red plum embellishment, dark fragrance floating. Hurriedly chased past, it turned out to be two lovers holding a red umbrella, snuggling and walking, from time to time came Ying Ying soft language, murmuring and lingering, stepping on the snow issued by the "cackling, cackling" sound, as if they accompanied the song of love, ruffling each other's hearts. The red umbrella is like a bonfire, burning with the flame of love that can only belong to the two of them, warming each other's bodies and souls.
The woman said: "You're cold, look at you wearing so thin". The man said: "With you in this life, I never feel cold in my life".
This campfire gradually away, I can not help but left hand stroked the right hand, and then again arms clasped in front of the chest, shivering, such as into the ice caves, the empty wilderness only I tramped alone, full of pale, bewildered and do not know the way back, in vain, leaving a ground size and shades of the same footprints ......
Walking to leave, leaning down, leaving a heart pattern in the The first thing you need to do is to leave a pattern of hearts in the snow. The heart, stayed, but it is as cold as the air under the eyes. Lifting my eyes, the scarlet in the distance once again makes my heart flutter, but the bleakness in front of me makes me feel doubly lost and helpless.
Only that once warm stone chair, alone in the snow and wind, looking back at our past, the stone chair next to the sycamore tree that witnessed us embracing a cozy one, as if it is also in the stone chair quiet conversation, counting the charming scenery they have witnessed.
Red candles in the west window, wax tears, lamps and flowers condensation, no heart to cut, a table of poetry, difficult to read. Lonely sobbing in the fall of the sadness, the winter of the panic, a few times cool and hot, a few times sad. Pacing under the lamp, the purple bamboo flute, pick up and put down, and then pick up, and then put down ......
At this moment, even if the flute membrane is blown through, how can I play that delicate song, to recall your dancing dance? Even if the violin fell to the destruction of the jade square, the gold emblem scattered, how can dissolve his heart full of worries, so he only burned the violin and boiled a crane, alone sobbing and drinking, drunkenness and singing. The first thing I want to do is to make sure that I have a good understanding of what I'm talking about and what I'm talking about, and I'm sure that I'm going to be able to do that.
Without you, I feel a house full of misery, lonely heart as the snowflakes fluttering outside the window, causing a world full of cold. "Sorrow more books repeatedly easy, double tears fell before the lamp." In this life you already have a heart, the next life you also love to return, you on the Qing banished Lun's saintly daughter, I am the angel with broken wings, in accordance with God's instructions, the Queen Mother's decree, to find your longing for a long time, long-time heart of the past life, but why do you still have to you and I meet in the deepest part of the red dust?
Originally, I thought that you and I would reunite only to join hands in the next life, but this only illusion has become a beautiful bubble, mirage. Now a prophecy, the past and once have become a confluence of spring things, only a spring dream rain often floating tile, do not see the spring flowers bloom open full of arms. What is left behind is my belly full of frustration, know each other and do not abide by, at this moment, this Iren, no root, no end, is not love rich and noble flowers. The light in vain, a vast number of things in the heart of the end of the virtual, from now on any end of the world.
The heart incense into gray, jade leakage ebb and flow. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The days of thinking about you are so far away, the days of pursuing you have been dried up into a paper full of absurdity. I often tell myself not to think of the past on the lonely lamp, the wind is long enough to let go, but your charming smile, mellow voice is often echoed in the ears, condensed into an unspeakable loneliness, as the knife breaks the water, the sadness of carrying a small boat.
A love death, that is your helplessness, but also my love hijacking, you are my love on the road to the warm station, so that I can not get rid of the dense fragrance, after all, here I have felt the warmth; I understand that in this life, I can only be the road to your love for the hasty passer-by, a brief intersection so that you do not bear to give up the mercurial gaze, because of such a passer-by you have felt is a glimpse of the look back at the fog like! The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the other side of the room, and you'll be able to see the other side of the room.
But dear, I still want to tell you, gently I went, as I gently come, in the vast red dust I gently wave a sleeve to you, to you to say goodbye, in the sky of your love I don't take away a piece of cloud belonging to you. The past scenery can't be seized, only memories. The days without you, I will miss you, I will stand in the depths of that sycamore forest alone to enjoy the acacia flowers, lonely embrace Acacia tree ......
Perhaps, in the future, I will still dream of traveling to the south of the Yangtze River, chanting the ballad of you and I meet, stepping on the song, against the current, continue to search for the lost dream ... ...
Life's bitter journey, without you, I still have to silently on the road.
This day, the final is cold snow pouring city, astringent tears whimpering; this journey, the final is sad to build embankment, legs such as lead; this life, the final is the love sadness is difficult to heal, smile is difficult to appear ......
Waiting for you
Waiting for 10,000 years is not long, if finally there is a love as a compensation.
A sentence of "I'm waiting for you", I do not know how much courage is needed, it is compared to the "I love you" three words, more need to be enough to the bottom of the air. The reason is that not everyone is willing to wait. Therefore, a "I'll wait for you" contains how many thousands of words, how much can not be helped. Maybe love can not, maybe love can not, no matter what, "I wait for you" is far more than "I love you" more beautiful, more emotional. However, how many people can afford to wait? Perhaps, only those who understand love can understand.
Many times, always like a person, linger in the sunset dusk; always like a person, wandering in the street at the beginning of the lights. Looking at the vehicles and crowds coming and going, as well as unknown places in the distance. In a moment of inadvertence, memories come. In front of my eyes, a beautiful scene, bring me back to the past.
Remember, you and I, met in the blossoming half-summer season. Two young people, just like this, in the vast sea of people bumped into. There is no early step, there is no late step, precisely only two heart of the stagecoach, in the time of the intersection, inexplicably rub out the spark of love. Not absolutely love at first sight, nor the so-called thumping heart. Just feel, feel a sense of déjà vu. It was as if the two had known each other a long time ago! It seems that all of this is beautiful, beautiful and overwhelming. And it also seemed that everything that was beautiful was not mine, was not in my expectation. At that time, I was like a shy mimosa, in the heart of the flowers of the earth to face you, and you with a mint-like refreshing smile to give me never before the graciousness and peace of mind.
Suddenly the origin, to the period of the fancy years, adding a little beauty. In the plain interaction, we gradually have more or less understanding, each other, but also day by day to become more familiar with. Now, as long as we think of the acquaintance of the midsummer, know each other in the autumn, cherish each other in the winter 。。。。 The heart is like eating honey, sweet, sweet. However, how can I not imagine, we will be in the spring and white snow between the long parting. Now, on second thought, it is not that spring has forgotten us, but that we have never belonged to spring.
People have their own aspirations, and you always want to go out and make a name for yourself. So, when you picked up the heavy bag, left the hometown and the birth of your mother and father who raised you since childhood. And I, all I can do is to silently bless you! Because we are friends with each other. However, there is no such thing as an unfinished banquet. So, I harbor the "sea deposits close friend, the sky is like the end of the world" mentality, but also to maintain the "gentleman's friendship is as light as water" state. Although quiet and distant, but far-reaching. However, in the dark, fate makes our friendship, in the details of getting along, subtle changes and rapid sublimation. It was like a chance or a providence. Is this what is called love? Before, I do not understand what is love? And I didn't know how to love? Until you said to leave, only to realize: I have unknowingly like you. I don't know if that feeling is love? I only knew that I would think of you every day without thinking about the happy times we had together. It was only after you left that I realized: I had already loved you y.
Knowing that the world of two people, how many people want to be beautiful. Feelings can not shed too many tears, can not give up to pay everything. If love is too emaciated, only nothing is right. And I, I would rather pay for you for a lifetime, would rather love the deepest injury; would rather wait for you for a lifetime, would rather dedicate sacrifices for love. The tear-stained face and the scarred heart once again bring me back to the past.
Memory, the day you left, the sky was falling cold rain. Please forgive me, I did not go to see you off. It's because I didn't want you to see my unwilling eyes, and even more so, I didn't want you to see me shedding tears. You know, the seemingly weak me, is never lonely. Watching the clock one minute and one second past, finally, disobedient heart and the indisputable tears still betrayed me, when I recklessly rushed to the station, that countless times staged separation and reunion place. When I was looking for you in the crowded crowd, but have forgotten to miss the time, the merciless train has long taken you away. I can no longer control their own emotions, around the platform near, out of voice shouting your name, again, again, and again ...... At this time, a thousand words, it is too late to say to you, my tears have long been flooded into a disaster. No one saw me shedding tears, no one knew who I was looking for. After the sound of shouting, I wandered in that rainy station, long unwilling to leave. I watched others come to greet me with joy, but I came to see them off with sadness. In a few moments, the rain and the tears annihilated me in the sea of tidal waves of people.
Once in a while, I heard someone mention the news about you, and I couldn't help but ask a few more questions. They said: things have gone on for so long, to this day, I actually still miss you! In fact, how would I ever want to face such a problem, only that I can not help it. And now, after leaving, can you understand my love for you? Although, I have never said to you: I love you! But, but and you said: I wait for you! You would have understood my love, though I never confessed it to you. All these years, silently to your deep care, why you still do not understand ...... thereafter, waiting for the years, that parting station, became my lovesickness ground, how many times I was there to see obsessively. The parting scene will always repeat itself, and I almost shouted my voice until it was hoarse. When will the train bring you back, I'm looking forward to it.
Whenever I see someone who looks like you on the road, I can't help but look at them for a while. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it," he said. When the tears blurred vision, when the teardrops quietly drop, only to realize: that is just a phantom of too much longing. Through the memories drenched in melancholy, all the memories are gloomy and withered. The only thing that remains is the indescribable sadness, buried deep in the heart, precipitated how many thoughts and attachments. Now, the migratory birds migrate a few times, when can people return? Is no longer bitterly waiting for the pale helplessness, the mood will not be wet, the heart will not be tired! I look forward to reuniting with you again in the cold and hot time. In the season of spring and fall, I am waiting for your late return. The lost dream is too much, deliberately pursuing the scene in the dream, bring, in vain, the dream woke up when the confusion and contemplation.
Some people say: "Waiting is not bitter, bitter is no result of waiting". However, if you look around, you will see that there are only a few people who have found a soulmate, and that there is no one who has found true love. So it seems that I have met and y loved! It doesn't matter whether it's worth it or not. For me: the world's most beautiful three words are not "I love you" but "I'll wait for you"; the world's most beautiful three words are not "together" but "in the heart". The most beautiful words in the world are not "together" but "in the heart".
Life is a life, the years are long. The most beautiful three words in the world are not "together" but "in the heart". Life is short, time is in a hurry, and how many past events and memories are precipitated. The only thing is to wait for the love of the people is not to leave, although each other's hearts are drifting apart, until each are dying of old age. However, in the cycle of seasons and the alternation of years, only those who wait for the love is no regret.
The end of the world is a long way off, the mountains are high and the water is long. The first thing I want to do is to get out of the house and get out of the house. I'd like to tell you how much I want to tell you from afar. I thank God for letting me meet you in the flower season of youth. Since you, life is everywhere a miracle. How many laughs, how many tears, woven into a brilliant memory. Because there is a you in life, so I use the true love to sing all the life of the droplets of sadness and happiness. I know that the lack of waiting eyes is lonely, the lack of hope of life is desolate. Even though the prosperity is over, the unchanged is still: the red dust has you, it is already enough.
Waiting for you is my unchanging love, love in my heart has become helpless. Helpless monologue, helpless feelings, helplessly write the future without love. Maybe one day you will come back, maybe never come back. But love can only be buried deep in my heart again and again. But I choose to wait terribly. Maybe waiting for just a blank, maybe wait until the youth is no longer. But love still exists for you, exists in your thousands of miles away, exists in the zone you left. Because, waiting for you is my unchanging love, even if it turns into a bone-deep hurt.
People who are destined to be unable to get together will die quietly in the waiting.
Meeting you is my most beautiful accident
I am so close to you, close enough to ignore your existence, you are a most beautiful accident for me. Your flowers and trees, the sunset, your spring rain, teaching, you are always young and smiling ushered in a batch and batch of students, soothing a term and a term of peach and plum blossom of joy, but you never deliberately show your heavy, you simply exist, such as a wisp of gently over the cooking smoke. I met you at the beginning of the senior year, that hot summer. As soon as I entered the campus, I saw the large planning map on the square, which brought me a shock to the soul. Although the preliminary project is not yet completed; although the road is not yet fully hardened; although all the facilities are not yet complete, but you with your unique speed of a middle school, to us interpretation of the efficient rhythm of the times. "Clear goals, advancing with the times, pioneering and innovative" is your character? You continue to develop and grow their own, your rigorous governance, your simple school spirit, your grand blueprint, your enterprising spirit, all make my blood boiling, heroic. I am so proud of you, I also work with you again, how I hope that in your history, I can as a pillar of talent to support your greatness.
Meet you, into you, I just from the real sense of the special meaning of youth gives life.
Like you Block buildings standing, singing the era of the new green tacit understanding; like you square on the red flag on display of the majestic; like you playground, looking at a piece of new green; like to walk on your runway, stepped out of the youthful vigor of the dynamic melody. Like your students, standing in front of the newspaper reading column focused on the era of information; more like to see your students, the figure of the struggle for the dream.
Into the you, read you, let me have more of a passion, a persistence, a dream of desire and perseverance.
You are the warm daylight in March, a fertile land of wisdom, you are the notes when I sing, the drum beat when I dance, the air when I breathe, the wings when I fly. Your tender green blades of grass, your fragrant flowers, your clean walkways, your progress with the times, your self-improvement, and the dewdrops that splash my heart, all let me know that, having met you in this life, you are destined to never become a landscape that has nothing to do with me, and that you are my eternal attachment, the eternal background.
I also know that my words and deeds represent your dignity. You record the course of knowledge of the students, stretching the flowering girl's expectations, youth in your arms glittering, inspiration in your mind bursting, a young heart not mediocre in your embrace rushing and stirring. I believe that as we grow, your tomorrow will be even better!
I don't know how to describe you, all words seem so pale and powerless. My dear alma mater, I just want to say to you, "Meeting you is the most beautiful accident of my life!"