The words "years" are lingering and quiet. I always believe that the years have memories and will record the deep feelings along the way. Some memories don't need to be hidden and won't increase or decrease there. Sometimes I am suddenly moved by a song or a paragraph of text, and the feelings in my pen are brewing the agarwood of the years. The pen is dyed in blue, the rhyme is as light as a cloud, the willow is folded into a pen, and the dew is as clear as ink. I write a legend for you, depicting the homesickness of the whole city through the dust of the years. You are a blank in my poem, just to remember in that fireworks. The tacit understanding with you is blurred with you, and the soft feeling is as diffuse as melting, so that joy and cherish fall between the lines. Tonight, watching quietly through the screen, let me give it to you in a fleeting time.
The fog locks the balcony, the moon wanders, listening to the melodious melody, and strolling leisurely beside the words in the dancing heart. There is a kind of language that is silent, but the heart can hear every word, a kind of concern, intangible, but it is the blend of words and hearts. Words germinate in the mood, but the heart trembles in the words. But there are always some words, such as immature children, who are always entangled in the sunshine when they are inadvertently squeezed. As a result, there will be some words that jump out from between the lines, recalling the dribs and drabs, faint, like a cup of green tea, but the fragrance moistens the soul, far away, like a bright moon, and the luster always flashes there. Whenever and wherever, when I look back, it is not far away, just in each other's hearts and spaces …
If life is a book, I hope it is picturesque, rich in plot, full of words, full of flowers in one season, clear and pure in mountains and rivers. I hid a proper copy in my heart, separated by a meter of sunshine, with a touch of poetic rhyme. Year after year, it was even and graceful, elegant and fragrant. Imagine how many days and nights, how many kinds of helplessness. When the gains and losses are covered with cobwebs and sincerely dedicated to the sticky silk thread, everything is answered with an apology, and everything is eroded by openness. A person's inner world, only when it is occupied by another person first, will produce and collide there, which is a kind of * * * vibration of the soul. Those heartfelt thoughts are always condensed in my pen, an emotion, a rain-like romance, a poetic feeling, a ray of warmth in the bright and beautiful, savoring the warmth of the heart and hands, no longer asking how long the dream is, and the fragrant words are full of deep and shallow past.
After the prosperity, the moonlight fills my heart like water, and remains quiet and serene after the dullness. Pick it up gently, with a touch of ecstasy, embellishing the most beautiful scenery of this season. Quietly listening to the voice of missing, gently, in my heart ... life met without any hesitation, I placed it carefully, and the warmth of your fingertips poured all over my body. Even if I was speechless, my heart promised myself. Let the language of life and death fill the breath of three generations looking for you. You asked me how far I would accompany you. If life goes on, I will accompany you to the old age. The world of mortals is a dream I'd rather never wake up in my dream. Hold me tight, okay? Come to my arms, and I will engrave your shadow on the lintel of acacia with my dripping affection. Tonight you will always be my name between the lines. Please allow me to leave you by the fence and wait for you, intoxicated by you alone.
The fleeting time I wrote is a romantic month that you don't understand.
Autumn colors fade and flowers fall, and whoever is drunk in early winter is frost. Cold pen dipped in clear ink, plain paper depicting romantic, who will solve the last autumn, who will continue to write heartbroken; Lonely breeze, Danqing builds a silver city, and Jinse is the most fragrant, but I don't understand, and the wind and the moon are barren.
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In early winter, the sky is high and the meaning is cold. I looked at the clouds from a distance, with clear eyes and frown. The ends of the earth, Qian Shan without water, a little disappointed. Words depend on each other, friendship depends on each other, and ink is fleeting. Who are you smiling at?
Clouds gather and disperse, and the affair is heavily in debt. Who are you in love with and how many days have you been silent? Bing Xin's pride, bright eyes and white teeth, can't be finished. How many stories are mysterious? Time flies on paper, and I know each other in my pen. Have you ever thought about how many thoughts blowing in the wind has? Quietly romantic, lips and teeth gently open, drink a pot of old wine, full of rhyme, drunk singing, drunk singing, and sing yourself drunk.
Drunk tonight, too drunk to speak.
I think that if we meet, know each other and stay together, we can catch up with the pace of time and the company of years, and go through a dull and loving life with you. Helpless, the slender red rope broke with the wind and the origin was destroyed. The story of you and me finally becoming a mirror. Those unspoken words, as well as the tears that remain in my heart now, always erode my heart in the silence of the night.
Time and time again, those memories and lovesickness made me unable to hide my tears, as if I suddenly lost everything and made me miserable. Why do you want to be together, and why do you want to dislike it? Is the oath hanging in the dark like a meteor? Do you say that thousands of days and nights are together because once they are separated, they become worthless in your heart? Even memories have become moans, and even greetings have become sins and injuries.
There is a kind of injury called silence. For you, silence can break other people's hearts and disperse your own memories. There is a kind of pain called silence. For me, silence can accumulate sadness and bury thousands of years of obsession. Finally, I am willing to admit defeat, crouch alone in the depths of the years, draw a clear line with the world, and don't want to continue that fireworks-like love for anyone. Perhaps, this damn silence has just become the other side of my sea, keeping the thoughts between you and me warmly in the Meng Po bowl in the afterlife, by the bridge.
Drunk tonight, drunk to find the mystery.
Sometimes, with the passage of time, those unknown answers will slowly be exposed on the surface of time. But if, at this time, you think you know everything, it's really a big mistake, because more questions will take root with the answers in your heart, because often when you think it's over, the story has just begun.
At first, he said that he likes you because you are kind to him and accompany him every day. He thinks he can take good care of you and care about you. As a result, he later said that you were too clingy, and he didn't even have any space and time for himself, clamoring to break up with you. In order not to break up, you have to promise him and give him more freedom.
You thought he would be kind to you and live a good life, but after a while, he said you were too willful and lazy and clamored to break up. You have to cede land for compensation and sign those unequal treaties. You must be very happy this time.
But who knows, after a while, he disappeared. When the story is written here, there will inevitably be too much speculation. But for me, who is too greedy and who is too weak is not my focus. The point is that they don't have that kind of affection, so they are doomed to be unable to change the ending.
Don't think that you can sit back and relax by solving each other's doubts. Those who love you but force you to change the so-called advantages in his mouth are often because he is tired of you. I'm tired of you, not clingy, willful and lazy as you say ... so no matter how you change, you are still you, he is still him, and finally you come to the end of being abandoned.
Day after day, you drift away, night after night, I am intoxicated and speechless. Who knows that those thoughts that lean on my heart will always be the answer I can't ask? I just know that for a moment, your story and mine will be quietly scattered in my heart, and even your beautiful face will become a picture that is no longer amazing.
Drunk tonight, drunk laughter dies with the wind.
In the world of mortals, the fleeting time blows late, and the water spinach is also carefully irrigated; The world is cold, and once you think about meditation, you have no desire to accompany you. Whether it's injury or pain, get drunk and have fun. You turn around, you can't see my tears, you can't see my unwillingness and helplessness. You leave a back, you can't feel the coldness of my body. Every cell longs for your departure. You are out of my sight, and I can't feel my death. Every breath breaks my heart.
I thought it was all over and you left, so I have no more wonderful reasons. But the world is fascinating and there are too many secrets. With the deduction of time, the scene continues to start over for our lives. You see, the fallen leaves in autumn have already been buried by winter snow, but next spring, they will still be fluttering in the wind and swaying on the branches. Flowers will always bloom, dreams will always wake up, birth and death. Everything, with the passage of youth, my love for you has already become distant and wonderful unconsciously. Read my article. Isn't this what I agreed to do?
Since I am drunk for you, I will put my sorrow and parting after drunkenness in a quiet corner of my heart, and put those beautiful memories and romantic feelings in my heart. Maybe when we meet again next year, you and I can say hello again. Or maybe, on a quiet night next year, I will be alone, invite the moonlight into my arms, start with the breeze, and then open our romantic debt, and I can feel the innocence of youth again. Now, let everything change in blowing in the wind.
When you wake up drunk, everything will be clearly visible, but I also know that you will be drunk when you wake up, because the wind has blown away the story and will blow away an unknown friendship in an unintentional corner. At that time, I may know how to protect myself better, and I may love someone in a better way. And you, you will no longer understand that I am full of notes and carved with time.
"Day and night only alternate without exchange, so we can't imagine each other's world. We still insist on waiting in the same place, standing in two worlds with each other. You will never understand my sadness, like the darkness of day and night, like the ever-burning sun, and the surplus and deficiency of the moon ... "A song" Darkness of Day and Night "sang the thoughts in my heart.
A person you don't love, no matter how good and great, will only surprise our young years in the end, but will not be gentle with our long-term years. A person who doesn't know himself, no matter how much he pays, no matter how much he loves, finally just gives us a simple and hurtful answer-passerby. What is missing? what is love ? Not to her, or to people who have nothing to do with right or wrong, hold high the declaration of love, but to attract each other's attention with an understanding, but to care about each other's whole with a sincerity.
Autumn colors fade and flowers fall, and whoever is drunk in early winter is frost. Cold pen dipped in clear ink, plain paper depicting romantic, who will solve the last autumn, who will continue to write heartbroken; Lonely breeze, Danqing builds a silver city, and Jinse is the most fragrant, but I don't understand, and the wind and the moon are barren. As everyone knows, leaning against the world of words, I am writing sentences and chapters back and forth alone, but it is the deepest eyes and farthest thoughts I have ever had for you.
Later, I gradually realized that all kinds of experiences in life are actually just to fill the hole in time and the incompleteness of years. And mine, the fleeting time when the pen tip is beating, is a romantic month that you can no longer understand.