I dreamed of you again, and that dream I will struggle to articulate. But it felt real to me, the heartbeat was so thousand times real. The vivid scene was vaguely visible in my mind. Family and friends accompanying you, I came with gusto, shy and timid at the sight of the bustle and comfort of your lives. The soft beds, the broad green lake, the bulls in shoes, the grand palaces, the people drinking tea on the bed, that smile of yours... I was immersed in that ocean of happiness. But why do I have such a rich imagination? It's as if I'm really living in that land. A strange realm, familiar eyes, people who cared for me, and thoughtful and warm words, a face so kind and joyful... I spared no effort in trying to depict the scene in my dream, but in the end, the dream went away and the building was empty, and the people were drunk and poor in peach blossoms. Even though there are those ten thousand kinds of lingering, but already in the sky above the purple haze. If you want to be a part of the world's most important city, you have to be a part of the world's most important city," he said.
On the road, we talked about the hometown of the sunshine scenery, and those detailed form of mountains and rivers; cell phone, I saw some of the same mood as my words, describing exactly the same experience with me.... Why, what is love in this world? I seem to have superimposed all the noble reflections on you. Everything that had just happened or was still in progress seemed to have an inexplicable relationship with me, and they would all point to stories about you in my dreams, but I didn't seem to care much about any of it until you came along and I realized. Maybe I should have existed in the whole story a long time ago, I just can't be confident yet, and the memory simply can't be erased. Your calm, confident features drew me in so easily that I had to do what you told me to do. Probably because of all this I also thought it was all right, and I became fearless as a result. This kind of support is really powerful, and there is no more unique flavor than this. I went all over the world to find you, I didn't know what it meant to be amazing, and my dream just happened to be there. There is no planning, no director, I will be alone until I meet, Fang have no regrets!
Everything seems so absurdly bizarre, it seems to be just waking up from the old dream and entering the paradise of the new dream. Ho, always a new life. Even I don't know how all this comes to mind, and my greatest fear is that if I think about it a little more, I will forget a little more, and I'm always worried that I'll forget what you looked like in my dream, your whole expression. Maybe that's the best part, thinking too hard instead of letting those images quickly fade away, then the feeling is really called eclipsed! Phew, the vase, show yourself! I'm not going to be able to do that.
I dreamed of you last night, my dear! A dream that has never existed before appeared inexplicably last night. Maybe it's because I've missed you lately, maybe it's because I've touched some memories lately, maybe it's because I've been too attached to myself lately, or maybe it's because I really can't live without you anymore. In the dream, I was so excited that I cried.
The dream of you, more show clean and elegant, fresh and unassuming, full bloom of soft beauty, such as a dream-like exquisite, hazy, graceful, dusty, you especially seem to be pavilion, elegant; dream of you, show outside the wisdom, ice and snow smart, although charming, but not to natural beauty and boast, amicable you are so clear and clean, chrysanthemum orchid heart, Huma, you are so exquisite, fresh and elegant. So delicate and transparent, fresh and lovely; dream of you, such as a thousand paper cranes, like a maple leaf, independent and not rely on, Zhuo Ran self-supporting, life's trials and tribulations created your unique and fascinating scenery, the vicissitudes of life practiced you like the Mona Lisa, beautiful and serene; dream of you, through the body is calm and confident, dignified and skillful, only the precipitation of life's gravity, in order to give off such a mellow aroma, in order to be serene and indifferent, The dream of you, such as readable articles, like mellow tea, read the dark feelings, drink the drenching sound. Your true and pure, your dignified appearance, only with time, only long and fragrant; dream of you, such as a ray of sunshine, delicate and tender, gentle and quiet; like a touch of white clouds, serene and elegant, beautiful nature, white and flawless; dream of 'you, such as a wang of clear water, like water tender, such as the wave of clarity; like a wisp of wind, dignified and ethereal, gentle and elegant. The dream of you, like a rainbow in the sky, like a fleeting blip, gorgeous, charming and bright, can be encountered but not sought. An unexpected encounter, inadvertently injected in each other's souls pure and passionate, this destiny is precious, this simple beauty is how rare, this mellow is you and I unexpected surprises; dream of you, natural color, such as the warm wind in spring, summer rain, the autumn breeze, the winter snow. I can have a chance to meet the color of you, as if immersed in the quiet scenery, intoxicating. The natural color of you, bring people is pleasing to the eye, give people a heart overflowing, happy as the feeling of spring.
I can't remember how many times I met you in my dreams, your figure and appearance, still clearly recognizable; your smile and tone, still soul-stirring. However, the night will finally be replaced by the dawn. Every time I wake up, I always feel inexplicably frustrated, always get up and search in the house, always desperately recall the dream of you.
If the fall is just a continuation of summer, or a springboard for winter, then love you, today is just a memory of yesterday, but also tomorrow's legacy. You are the girl who has the richest shadow in my heart, smile, shyness, joy, jaw, I use my pupil's eyes as the lens, the curtains as the negative - as long as you appear, greedily shooting, carefully sealed, Zhang precious. Even if you don't understand my heart, I am satisfied once I see you. I wonder if you will still appear in every dark night. If you come back to my dreams tonight, my dear, please embrace me once. (Alas, I am not a little hopeless)
Like, accompany you to see that piece of gentle sea; like, like to write such a like full of dialogue; like, every second to meet you wonderful, no matter surprise and accident, are willing to laugh with you to see the wind and clouds.
The first time I met you, with my eyes staring at you, just then you did not think, after all, I am so ordinary. Since then, in fact, when you are in, I will think of you from afar; when you are not there, I will kiss you with words, with a clumsy brush to depict you; think of you, the corner of the mouth will be cocked a wisp of incense rhyme; lonely, looking for the world has your breath; see you, just like this look at you, read you, painted on the white paper of the cloud Xi, away from you even if it is very far away, or very close, you are the conversion that I want to be.
That day of the sunrise, that day of warm memories, you just came close to me, close to the silhouette of my life, the temperature of the autumn cooling, so that I forget the past obsession, I began to disbelieve, began to doubt, sometimes forgetting and remembering, just wandering mind, want to keep watch over the footprints, why did it happen to be you?
When the youth quietly turned into a sigh, but surprise to find that the traces of restlessness, has long been revealed, walked over thousands of mountains and tens of thousands of water, lost too much courage, but I still want to do a broken wing flight.
I thought, I will meet you again in the smoky rain, is not to stand on tiptoe, look at the passing scenery, pant legs stained with mud, clothes nestled in the crystal raindrops, so, lifting up the sleeves, quietly waiting for you; I thought, I will be in the corner of the city and you *** line, is not it possible to satchel, walk in the future of the dismal, in the sunny days, abandoned yesterday's vibrancy, just Defiantly, want to catch the feelings between us; I thought, the night is silent long sky, the moon accompanied by cranes, is it possible to tell the starry sky, all my sweetness, close your eyes, natural breathing, feel the distance of thoughts, and far away from you.
Wasted years, always want to forget all the memories, but this time, but very much want to put you in the heart, as the palm crossed the tenderness, in these words and phrases, confessed to read not understand, write not exhaust the sound of the heart.
Behind the idea is deep love, deep love behind the obsessive pallor, pallor behind the deep love, deep love behind the flow of time in the real and solidified sadness. Years will let me meet should have met you, just because of their own timidity and inferiority and hastily passed by; years and let me regained your green, just because of each other's families and responsibilities and quietly sympathize with each other; years more let me see your tenderness, your beautiful, just your high and pure so that I can only enjoy from afar with you to enjoy the pleasure of the years have also let me regret their own at the beginning, and more cherished! Nowadays, with your little by little, just people have a selfish side, always have want to desecrate the beauty of their own hearts.
Infatuation, but a drenching of the heart of the matter of passing, prosperity are thus the beginning of the mean is the parting of the breath, tear word out how much sorrow, the heart word into the end of the gray, is the tenderness is not old, the destiny of the ignorance of the thin, trekking through the dust of despair, the stranger blossomed, has been the most ignorant of the late autumn haste.
The night is deep, the illusion of an acacia weaving dream, look at the window leaves rustling, but I do not know at this moment, your heart is the same as mine? Sometimes, we can not predict the beginning of everything, but it is already the end of the pain.
I admit, I'm not very good at expressing my emotions, especially in the face of their favorite person. It's just that sometimes we don't know how it ends, but ignore an unknown beginning. Just how far two people get together before they come together, and just how to choose, in this late fall, in order to draw the charm of love. If it is possible, I want to condense all my tenderness, with an incomparable complaint of the eyes to make you awaken; if it is possible, I will hide you in the most secret corner of the heart, you will only belong to me alone; if it is possible, when the day is good, we look up to the blue sky together, remembering or fantasizing about the joyful days that we have together; if it is possible, when the day is cold, covering your hands, coaxing you with my clumsy words, so that you are surrounded by the If I could, I would stay with you like this all the time, I would accompany you to do whatever you want to do, and wait until one day, when we are old and our hair is white, and we can't even hear each other's words anymore, I would write in my old handwriting like I am doing now: I like your present appearance more than your young appearance; if I could, I would really become a companion to you to see the flying flowers and butterflies in spring, the fine rain and clear lotus in summer, and the fine rain and clear lotus in autumn.
Just, I finally know, there is your direction, is a period of stoic reverie, this time, is not again I am a person's one-horned wandering, unknown emotions, unknown expectations, if you can, so that all my love at first sight.
And dream of you beautiful article 3The world is like a labyrinth, but we are fortunate to meet in the heart of the cloud. In the blink of an eye more than half a month has passed, I still did not wait for the little fat to call me. I guess, the kindergarten boy god has also forgotten me.
So many team members said they dreamed of their days in elementary school. I did not. What would it be like if elementary school appeared in my dreams? I think in my dream, Hooya Elementary School still sits on a bend in the road. There are hens foraging for food and clumps of brightly colored wildflowers by the rusty iron gate of the kiosk in front of the school. The weeds on the field grow wildly, and the smoke from the burning straw wafts from the field that has been mowed. The narrow road, the short bungalows in the distance, the small houses under renovation in front of us, the trees with bunches of longan, under the trees are the old people enjoying the cool. In the kitchen of the elementary school, Kun'er and Little Huihui are still fighting to prepare the ingredients for lunch. Under the tree in the boys' dormitory, the Heart Cloud Defense Boys group was playing hand games in twos and threes. In the kindergarten, the students of the literary group took the children to watch the return of the Great Sage. Some people are sitting quietly under the eaves of the room listening to the sound of books being read aloud from the second floor. It is not too much to say that the years are quiet.
Preparing for the literary performance, the team members who assisted in the preparation of the cut large letters, sprinkled with a layer of sparkling sequins, glued to the curtain, and then sewed with a needle and thread. The students were practicing next to each other, taking note of every movement and every lyric. The time for the performance came quickly. The children and their parents and teachers arrived one after another. They put on makeup, wore decorations, did a head count, lined up in an orderly fashion, and took their seats neatly, and the originally quiet playground was instantly bustling with activity. With the host giving the opening speech, the music started, and the performance began under the light. Various activities such as Bug's Flight, Pampering, Students' Paintings Show, and the Village Chief's Speech were very attractive to everyone. I looked at the parents gathered in front of the stage. Suddenly I felt the power of time. We are all one person plus the looks of another. There's dad's bullheadedness and mom's little obsessions. Looking at tiny children, middle-aged parents with the first wrinkles, grandparents over 100 years old. "The wall of time runs from their palms to our shoulders." The way they looked at the stage hid many words said unspoken. When the show was over, I said to a kid: Be sure to study hard. His father also patted him on the shoulder and said, "Listen to your teacher, okay? At the end, he said to me, "Thank you, teacher. At that moment, I had a lot of feelings. Before going to the countryside, I had read a lot of comments about short-term teaching and asked myself what the meaning of going to the countryside was. After the ten-day trip to the countryside, I realized that we did not come to the countryside to change the future of these children. I also know that a team of 30 college students is not capable of changing the educational future of children in rural China. We came to lift the cloth from the children's faces. Behind the cloth there is a very colorful world, and if they work hard, they can see a more colorful world. We are also here to help them develop a healthier and more holistic view of the world.
Heart clouds with notes to draw a circle, I believe we pass by will be memorialized. I think love will always remain in your heart.