Introduction: live so that I do not know where to start, some things, obviously can see the future, but prefer to appear from the middle of the fork in the road, the following by me for you to organize the content of the girls sad mood log, take a look at it.
Part I: girls sad mood logLate at night, who pulls that long ancient string, who is whispering a hundred turns of sorrow? And who walks alone in the tossing and turning of the night, in the past, a paper red sleeve covenant, for you to describe lightly, sketched out the ageless face, the dark surge of sadness, broken, but this life is difficult to continue the previous destiny, as a waking spring dream, there will always be in the season of colorful Ying Ying, with you whip in the fireworks in March in Yangzhou, the hoofs of the horses on the journey to the ground broken the spring red
Whose voice through the haze, shake the The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. Half-curtain moon, a ridge of flower marks, long sword clang broken the Tang wind, jade Xiao blowing away the Song rhyme, her shoulder hair, like a warbler, dance when the dance fluttering Hong, when the quiet pretty virgin. A guzheng, playing down the dust, plucking the leisure and elegance, in the poetry and words of the lingering, in the flute and zheng ripples, is the description of the mountains and rivers, is not finished writing the paradise.
Who is who's Izzy, who is who's eternity? Who has come into whose world, and who has faded out of whose heart? When each other's tacit understanding of the eternal in the distant dream, that full of tears, can shine out of the appearance of the Izzy? The song of the sky, the song of the heroic, how to teach people: "Do not wait for leisure, white youth head, empty sadness!"
A poem will be converged into a river wave shadow, a glance back but floating past. The front is the phantom of blue water, the back is the confusion of the red dust. The woman of the Song of Songs, she is the lotus floating down on the water surface, is a petal of lotus dew in the dust out of the purified earth, filled with the air in the end of the dark scent, support a rod of blue, step on a light boat, in the bloom of a lotus flower in the bloom of a lotus flower, in the flower red shadow, and I smiled at each other.
Once lifted the case, the pillow silk murmuring, do you still remember that a sleeve of words still resting on the difficult to release the melancholy? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. Vaguely transient moment, a few clouds look back, you or you, and I am still me, you and I have long been the end of the world to go far away, turn around strangers, do not know, cold and quiet realm, who's heart will be looking forward to who in the eyebrow of the eye? Who is the love of the past life? Who is the fate of this life? Who is the one who can't forget in the next reincarnation? And who is in the tears wet spring shirt through the twilight, to the dark fragrance of the agar flowers and moon shadow, the wine to talk about happiness?
Part II: Girls sad mood journalTheir family and our family is a long time friends, from the two of us were born, have been living together. My dad treats her as his goddaughter, and her dad treats me as his own son. I spent a third of my childhood at her house. At the age of six we made a pact to be together forever while playing in the mud.
But this promise was not fulfilled, she broke her words, I heard the news of her death 20 days before the college entrance exam, Uncle Chen also urged my father not to tell me, saying that he was afraid of affecting my college entrance exam. In fact, the exact time she left this world was 26 days before the college entrance exam. I didn't realize that they had kept the news from me for so long, but they were wrong. I went to class as usual, and after class, I would still be messing around with my high school classmates, and smoking with my friends next to the basketball court, just as if nothing had happened, and that's what I told myself. Until one day when I woke up from my nap, I snuck into the bathroom and cried for half an hour, I knew I couldn't fool myself anymore because I dreamed but we were little. She looked up with mud in her hands and asked me a little nervously: we'll be together forever, right? I nodded, she was suddenly very happy smile, stretching out his hand two people pulled the hook, completed our life with each other the first agreement.
Once, I was playing with the phone, she touched me, and I said: I like you "I also like you ah" I was so answered, my eyes are still staring at the phone, the mouth with a light smile of carelessness, she then looked dark "your like and I like is not the same! "I was 16 years old at the time, and I suddenly realized what she meant, but I couldn't tell if I was used to her or if I was dependent on her. She treated me, probably just because of habit, too! Maybe at that time she was in my mind, just a friend who grew up together, perhaps similar to my boys who played together! My hesitation made me reject her, but she didn't get angry and didn't alienate herself from me because of it, instead she became more and more nice to me.
That day she told me she would give me a present on my 18th birthday. This was our second promise, but unfortunately she still didn't fulfill it. Because it wasn't from her personally. On the 48th day of her death, my 18th birthday, even though I knew I wouldn't have that person to spend my birthday with, I set up a table in a restaurant and invited a few friends I knew well. Originally I wanted to introduce her to my friends. It was an agreement we had made the moment we made the promise, "What am I going to show up at your birthday party as?" She asked me, "As your girlfriend!" I was surprised to hear a hint of a request in her tone. I agreed at that time, and originally I wanted to introduce her to my friends as my sister, and from that day, there was a different kind of feeling between us.
On the night of my birthday, Auntie Chen sent me a set of clothes, which she bought for me after an afternoon of shopping before she died, and the pants still have the words she wrote: we have to be together forever. That night I drank a lot of wine, and then let my parents back to the old home, alone in the Park One that house, did not cry, just smoked a pack and a half of cigarettes, and then threw up in the kitchen, and did not clean up a little bit on the floor to fall asleep.
A few days later is the anniversary of her five years. But I do not dare to go back, afraid to see Uncle Chen Uncle Chen, I remember one day my father and Uncle Chen said: after, Yi Chao is your son, he gave you old age. Uncle Chen laughed at himself and said: when my son, but also quite good, before it is ready to let this boy as my son-in-law, and then his old man's eyes red, I was beside the sudden silence.
That was endowed with the days of youth, because of her departure, from now on unbearable. Ridiculous I was not yet firmly give her an answer. But now the answer came out, can she still know? In front of the letter she left me at the end, all the hesitation can not withstand that sentence: you alone, be good! Regret? But what's the use, it turns out I'm just a child wrapped in coddling, never know how selfless the people who love me are. Thanks to that girl, in addition to the beginning of the happy, later grief, she also taught me how to love a person! Like a flower like broken years, she became the deepest dark shadow of my life, so that I now all learn to disguise themselves with silence. At that time, the question, you want to hear my answer?
篇三：女生伤感心情日志Outside the snow at some point has been quietly under a layer of dark road became white, leaving a clear parallel rut, rutting above, non-stop car twisted, the sound of ZiZi. Eager to open the window, so that the fresh air drifting in, bringing a silk refreshing. --The first snowfall of this winter!
Like the snowflakes gently patted on the face, melted in the eyes, drifted down in the mouth, sparsely knocked on the collar. The sound of creaking feet, so that you can really appreciate the ground to step on the ground, landing sound, brush out their own sense of existence. Open your palms, want to hold the snowflakes, take a closer look at their . Look, but most of them are jumping, mischievous around, the occasional catch, quickly become water droplets, instantly lose their original face.
Seemingly weak snow, united strength is exceptionally strong, needless to say the blizzard, the general snow a lot of things can not stand. Highway closure, house collapse, tree branches pressure folding, power interruption ...... people to characterize as snow disaster.
The snow fluttered lightly, not tightly, estimated to have been a finger thick, a few hours ago, the arrogant haze slipped back off the stage, the gray face of the world is still clean. A person leading a child, stretching arms, open mouth, greedily swallowed the sky scattered down the holy things, a moment of adults a stumble, children a buttocks, came bursts of happy laughter.
Late at night, people on the road, the car is less, the street is surprisingly quiet, seems to be able to hear the snowflakes fall to the ground, hit the window sound, rustling. Through the glass, the street lights around like wavering countless crystal bright fireflies, chasing the light fluttering.
As a child, dawn is another opportunity for birdwatching. In the thick snow, with a broom swept out a large open space, sprinkle grain, sorghum, and then hide not far behind the haystacks, secretly watching, not long, sparrows, pheasants, silly half a catty, etc. (sparrows most) came one after another, competing for food. Pheasants with long tails were the most beautiful, but unfortunately I didn't have a camera at that time, so I couldn't leave the slightest picture of them. Watching is fascinated, I do not know who's big yellow dog came unexpectedly, acted as a group of donkeys, barking, the good-looking pheasant almost became the yellow dog's bag of possessions, threw down a few tail hairs fled in a hurry. The yellow dog, picked up the good-looking chicken plume, has been saved and show off to the partner for a long time.
The snow is civilized, and the joy it brings is infinite, and I have not experienced her ruthlessness.
It was nearly one or two o'clock at night, and the snow was still blowing in the wind.
Tomorrow morning, the night sleep people suddenly found outside the white world, there will be a big surprise?
Looking at the snow outside, the field of vision is not open, the case of black goo, and can not see what beauty, but there is always a kind of cooling down the heart of the mood surging.
Part IV: Girls sad mood logAlone to keep, lonely who told? At this moment, the moon pale silence, the night can not sleep, lightly twisting the lamp, alone to guard a paper lintel, shallow play a song, in the smoke and rain curls a sigh, listening to the lonely talk, in love with the moon color disorientation, book a volume of paper, ink under the section of deep feelings, line in the lonesome end of the poem. In the thousand years of waiting on the other side of the shore, picking up the Tang poetry of the remaining rhymes, the elegance of the Song lyrics, listening to the light flute blowing in the light yarn flow frost, gradually sounding gradually far, if hidden and if away. The wind and jade dew, delicate fingers dance, through the wind and clouds, weaving strands of shallow and thin thoughts. A pool of research ink, leaping, waving the pen for love, broken chapters of the remnants of the sentence paragraph, chanting sound, singing thousands of years, inexhaustible desolation of the world, the case before the rice paper, in the classical rhetoric under the last rhyme.
Jade Ruoxi flow of light, who people Ruoxi heaven side. Butterflies fluttering in the flowers, flower fragrance, the moon reflecting the sparkling pool, floating shadow dark incense, pillow spring listening to the leakage, leaning alone on the west tower, the end of the world look off, broken in the sound, a curve of the eyebrow, in the blue wave brimming in the flow, a water sleeve, in the wind to the dust in the fluttering dance. I scooped up a section of Song lyrics, Ying a wisp of fragrance, in the willow dust, smoke and misty Zindu, with that a take hold of the white clothes, in the small building blowing jade through the cold in the spring breeze, the silk to get blue, pavilion in the Zhou Dunyi's Lotus Pond, in my poetry of the Tang and Song Dynasty, light dance flying. ......
That life, not for the detainees, only for the Qing people, good people, body into Hong if the fairy's delicate son, from Zhou Dunyi's lotus wind slowly come, hold a flat boat, carry my lonely cold Demoiselle rain and smoke, and earnest expectation, Qing Qing me. You point Jiang Zhu lips, closed flowers shy moon, there are lotus picking women's lighthearted ballad, there is the Qinhuai pulp sound and light in the shadow of the charming warmth, there is the smoke and rain building of the vaguely misty, there are sandalwood panels of the song of the twists and turns of the Qingliang, there are folded leaves for the boat, weaving lotus for the skirt of the flow of the ancient rhythms. ......
Dancing text water sleeves of the beautiful people, not to mention stroking a song, in a thousand years, under the ten fingers of time, plucking ten fingers of time, needle Ruyi embroidery, sinking concentric knots, picking up a pool of broken shadows, stepping through the water of forgetfulness, the body of the ladder of the light clouds, flooding the waves in the sea of ink and ancient scrolls in the sea of smoke and misty text. Curtain with the literati from the remote ancient times, following the previous dynasty of hobbling steps, is the dress of the Tang and Song Dynasty one by one to take down, gaze at, drunken dance tears dress, the clothes of the wind, fingertips are under the arm of the young man who is the family? When you look back, a fragrant sleeve, and add a new thin! Every bunch of Tang poems, are all gathered a lifetime of silhouettes, every Song lyrics are flooded with ripples of a lifetime.... ......
Who, from the Tang wind and Song rhyme, puts pen to paper and paints from the Jinling Qinhuai to the daybreak? Who, in the night rain of the Bashan Autumn Pond, euphemized the parting of the world? Who, under the bleak moonlight of the later generations, puts down his pen to write three thousand words and sends them to the poetic feelings? Who is it that waits for the frosty forests to be dyed and the moon to fall and the crows to cry, and then hides the memories? Misty rain, mottled with poetry, burn a furnace of thoughts, warm three feet of cold, and who, along with the waves of clouds, the sea to find the end of the world, only to continue to write down the cherished?
Who, in the millennium Tang and Song Dynasty, dancing lightly? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world. Who, in the wind, flowers, snow and moon to tell the sadness? A shallow incense I do not know who disturbed the memory of the previous dynasty, spring dream autumn clouds and staged on earth which a scene of sadness and happiness, wandering in the Tang Dynasty picturesque poetry in the smoke and rain, alone in the Song Dynasty rouge painting hall of the pavilion drunkenness. Beyond the smoke and rain, beyond the Loulan, beyond the green hills, beyond the green water, who is lightly pressing the sandalwood board, slightly open the lips, jade and pearls in the round, flying song dazzling? Who is curling up and coming, the depth of love, interpretation of a thousand years?
Who is guarding the clear and soft moonlight? Who is writing, that a poignant poem? Who is waiting for the warmth and tenderness of the bosom? Who, capricious, wantonly sleepless in this misty dark night, in this long tune center hurt, in this ethereal mood of wistfulness? The wind caresses my temples, entangling memories like a dream, like watery thoughts. In such a quiet night, I look y into the distance, where there is my deep attachment and dreams. Who makes the thoughts so beautiful, who makes the thoughts so deep, who treasures the stories of the past in the deepest part of the dream? The first thing I want to do is to make sure that I have a good understanding of what I'm talking about, and that I'm not going to be able to do anything about it.
Looking back again, the curtain outside the rain gurgling, spring, the coverlet is not resistant to five cold, the dream does not know that the body is a guest.
Part V: Girls Sentimental Mood Journal
The winter in Yangcheng, like spring, sunny, clear skies, flowers, green trees in full bloom, the brook flows slowly, the lake is crystal clear. In winter, the park is full of flowers, chrysanthemums bloom, so that visitors have a feast for the eyes. The years flow away, but did not take away the tenderness of the winter flowers; years like water, but not old chrysanthemum dipping; time flies, but let the short-lived fragrance of the flowers more and more precious.
Chrysanthemums are in full bloom, colorful. Purple, white, red, yellow, large and large blossom, let a person dazzled. Some are like small umbrellas hanging upside down; some are like colorful fireworks; some are like neon dresses in full bloom. Flowers full of fragrance, colorful, unique flowers, beautiful.
Butterflies limp, bees dance, in this sunny and warm season, people take the camera, press the shutter, record chrysanthemums and bees, butterflies, meet, fall in love with, know each other, and the beautiful scene of promise. Chrysanthemums are the lovely children of the warm winter, with the exuberance of blossoms, emitting colorful colors, radiating attractive light, and wafting intoxicating floral scent, turning the monotony of winter into a colorful world at the end of the four seasons.
The beauty of the chrysanthemum, the beauty of its open extreme and not complacent; the beauty of its open splendor and not proud; the beauty of its open colorful but still maintain a pure heart. It does not have the elegance of peony; it does not have the dominance of peony, not the temperament of lotus like fairy; not the romanticism of lavender; not the ardor of azalea burning like fire.
Chrysanthemum ordinary, but not ordinary. It is the postman who sends letters from door to door in the countryside; it is the cleaner who silently cleans the streets at 5 a.m. when he puts on his fluorescent coat; it is the construction worker who works under the scorching sun; it is the medical worker who struggles on the operating table; and it is the designer of the beautiful city of Yangzi.
These are all ordinary occupations, but they are the builders of this city.
These are all ordinary occupations, but they are the builders of the city. Without them, farmers in the countryside would not be able to quickly learn the news of their relatives who are working in the city; people going to work early in the morning would not be able to exceed the cleanliness of the streets; the patients who are seriously ill and unconscious would not be able to come back from the dead; and the whole city would not be able to be so clean and neat in its appearance.
Chrysanthemums are messengers, bringing news of spring to the winter; chrysanthemums are cleaners, decorating the monotonous winter with colorful colors; chrysanthemums are builders, building castles of flowers for the winter; chrysanthemums are doctors, letting the winter patients see the colorful future; chrysanthemums are builders, posing a variety of shapely shapes, flattering the whole city.
The chrysanthemums in winter are as beautiful as Xi Shi. Xishi's knit brows, smile, hands and feet are generous and elegant. It can be imagined that Xishi is the purple chrysanthemum. A purple dress, swaying gently in the wind, every step attracts attention, every smile is intoxicated, every time back to the capital to make people spellbound.
Winter chrysanthemums, like the sable cicadas, soft and tough. Dressed in a white shawl, Dolce and Gabbana circled between the two men, and every time they danced, they exuded a charming charm from the inside out. It can be imagined that at that time, Diaochan, the heart has been infinite sadness, their favorite person, but can not be with him to hold hands with his son, with the old man, just she is very clear about their role, since it has been a political pawn, it can only be strong, so that their hearts become strong.
The winter chrysanthemums, like Zhao Feiyan, can sing and dance. Zhao Feiyan wore a red dress and danced the most beautiful dance. As you can imagine, she is as beautiful as a heavenly fairy, eyes deep love, smile guanxi, body pretty, jumping up like a flying swallow, light, soft, clean, delicate. In the face of the king's lust, she can only use her most beautiful dance to satisfy him. The imperial court is deep, within the harem, you fight for me, red face thin life, guard your conscience, you can live out the most beautiful yourself.
Winter chrysanthemums, like Yang Guifei as voluptuous and enchanting. Yang Guifei wearing a yellow dress, and Tang Ming Huang to a life and death love. Although there is "a ride on the red dust consort smile" such a poem to criticize her extravagance, but Yang is really in the sea of people, to find a person who can be committed to life. After decades of love, Yang was always Tang's confidant and relative, and Tang was still grieving the moment Yang was forced to hang herself. Yang was unfortunate, but she had no regrets in her life, because she got true love. White chrysanthemum, like Yang Guifei, its fruitful beauty and the flower language symbolizing eternal love, will always be recited by people.
The long road of life, accompanied by winter chrysanthemum, is fortunate and happy. I love chrysanthemum, I love its colorfulness, I love its various forms, and I love its quality and inner rhythm. I have traveled over thousands of mountains and rivers, stepped on the ends of the earth, and enjoyed the wonderful scenery everywhere, but only the winter chrysanthemum is my favorite. It is in the winter of withered leaves, but still bloom like fire. Its vitality, in winter, still stands in the most beautiful posture.
Winter chrysanthemum fragrance, full of garden; winter chrysanthemum fragrance, full of city; winter chrysanthemum fragrance, full of heart; winter chrysanthemum fragrance, full of winter. Enter the world of winter chrysanthemum and feel its charm. The flower cluster, the light wind blowing, the fragrance overflowing. Bow your head, smell the chrysanthemums, a burst of fragrance rushes into your nostrils, intoxicating your heart, intoxicating your mind. Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and feel its tenderness and moistness in the fragrance of chrysanthemums, which are far away and near, thick and light, as you walk.
Winter chrysanthemum, let me taste its brilliant and colorful, taste it as ordinary people in the extraordinary, in its flower color and fragrance, you can see the legend of the many red faces, you can feel those thin red face of self-reliance, the spirit of humiliation.
With a wisp of flowers, fragrance such as spring warm winter. Where the flowers bloomed once, the fragrance of the flowers scattered a season. Life as a flower, fragrant as a dream flow years, in the dark fragrance of the winter, as long as the heart has a flower fragrance, will be able to everywhere feel warm winter as spring, fragrance sentimental warm winter.
Part VI: Girls sad mood logThere is a kind of thinking, is a faint happiness; there is a kind of happiness, is often attached; there is a kind of attachment, is to appreciate from afar. Not all dreams can be realized; not all words are in time to tell; not all love has results. Please cherish for love, wait until your hair has traces of snow, can still remember that there was such a beautiful, and such a person who let himself miss, how is not a kind of happiness.
Drinking coffee, bitter flavor. Happy and sad, can still feel the real and touched, miss and lonely. The tears, quietly dripping on the keyboard.
Always, tears accompany the time, will not melt. Originally thought that everything eventually become a wind-dried specimen ...... just, tears know ......
Your voice in the ear whirls, trance feel that you are back to my side, but, woke up to find that there is no you around, the original nothing, the original is not. It turns out to be all my illusion. You never appeared, and never came back, your residual temperature in the fingertips jumping, but became my memories.
This city has the sweetest memories of me and you, although only a short ten days, but it is my happiest days. Because, only that short ten days, I can hold on to your hand, feel your unique tenderness. That ten days, you are really completely belong to me.
Now, even if sitting on the same bus, walking the same road, I still feel your breath. But when I look back, you're the only one missing from the sea of people. Now, I seem to be happy, but the heart is on a heavy shackle, in addition to you, no one can unlock. The heart, only for you and stay, love, only for you and stop.
I try to make myself happy. But without you, happiness, joy is just a passing cloud. What am I doing now? I should be happy, shouldn't I? I should be able to feel happy, shouldn't I? Why do I feel that my joy, my happiness is tinged with bitterness? Is it because you took away the sweetness? Originally, without you around, happiness, happiness will also change the flavor ......
Always appear in the dream of you, let me feel that is so indistinct, want to reach out to grab this happiness, but it is that kind of powerless. Obviously know that this is all a dream, but willing to fall into which do not want to wake up, just to be able to contact with you so close, even if you wake up in the heart is full of despair and loss, but also have no regrets. As long as I can see you, no matter the reality or dream I do not care, as long as I can keep you so good.
Part VII: Girls sad mood logTwo days ago was the four or six exams, I thought I could give the six, the results should be worse than last time. I smiled and said a lot of times efforts and results inversely proportional, full of loss and unwillingness. The first time I saw this, I felt more and more annoyed, the former luxury of time in the past two years more and more hit me.
Sitting on the 4-way bus through a middle school, it is time for school to end, there are elderly grandparents in front of the school, there are running boys reckless face, there are jokes with each other, the female should ... The somewhat wet road exudes the blazing heat that comes with this dismissal of school. The car stopped at the platform near the school, two boys panting to get on the car, a boy swiped the student card, swiped for a long time did not brush on the low said "this card is always brush on the old, annoyed to death! The other boy, a little less fond of it, said "Go, go, go, I'll swipe it", and the two boys got on the bus with a smile on their faces. Everything they experienced seemed to be fine. In the commercial street off the car, a car a slight early winter wind is so unguarded blowing into the neck, really is a little cold. Shrinking the neck, jumped twice along the road. Jingzhou city center than the suburbs of Wuhan is also a little bit cooler, but not to solemn, so walking in the commercial street is my preferred thing. Occasionally, I could see a grandmother walking peacefully in a wheelchair, and I couldn't figure out why, in this weather, they didn't seem to be cold. In the other direction, a girl in a camel-colored short coat was holding a boy in a blue jacket next to her. From time to time, I could hear the boy's flirting and the girl's pouting, they were so sweet! "Pops, I want to eat" a teenage nun staring at the sugar gourd pitifully looking at the side of the body of the thin face of the gentle man, "boss, take a string" I picked up the phone to Pops sent a text message.
The streets are really cold, cold, I'm a little hungry, I need food. Walked into the underground mall, ordered a five grain fish noodles, a big disappointment is not good at all, so ate two mouthfuls and put it down, was about to go, an aunt Xishui words attracted me. I said, "Auntie, are you from Xishui?" "Yes, I am. Auntie, are you also from Xishui?" "Well, Auntie, what are you doing in Jingzhou? "I'm a part-timer, my salary is too low, so I came out to make some money. Are you here in Jingzhou to work as a molester?" "I'm studying. I'm a junior in college." "Studying? What school?" "xxxxx" "do not ride the mouth to, I clean up to go," so I left the place to eat.
Suddenly I was no longer entangled in the matter. Each boy, each girl, each aunt does not know the future, are in their own posture of existence, each of them can see a kind of light, not beautiful, not full of light, but can be seen.
Part VIII: Girls sad mood logIt is best to put time aside, so as not to laugh at me a big age still do not know love. When I was a lingering teenager, the interpretation of love confidently can be said to be in the wood, love is that which makes people die and live, the earth and the end of the world faithful and unswerving, the sea and the sea accompanied you to the dawn of things. As things change, the word love is more and more confusing to read, borrowing a magnifying glass, or not polish the eyes. The youthful conceit and frivolity is much sunnier than the present obtuse hesitation, although the youth's understanding of world affairs is ignorant, and the sense of things is lacking in awareness, but the years that do not feel the slightest bit of pain are too good to be described. Later, I experienced countless good days and bad days, walked through the straight road across the bumps, and now, I stand in the season without flowers bloom, did not want to take what to save themselves to the age of immobility. As I hopelessly cry on a blank page, despair screaming and shouting every day to cut me off, I'm ready to throw up my hands and admit defeat without resistance. It's you, it's you, it's your shallow back smile, the one that made me stupid for half a day, woke up my noble soul, and the weeping white paper has been vividly colored ever since. Your appearance in my mind editing and editing, copy and copy. Accompany me through one after another starless night, through one after another windy and snowy day, through one after another moment with sharp pain ......
A world sealed by reinforced concrete, frivolous wine and music in the air. Walking in such depressing streets, looking at the vehicles coming and going, the bustling flow of people, the streets are constantly flowing, the heart is also constantly wandering. In that city with the name of the sun, in that corner of the small town touched you. Looking at you, looking at you, like a piece of colorful clouds from my eyes drifted past, gently, lighter than the snowflakes, than the spring breeze is still sentimental, than the soft water is still warm. At that moment, I can always give birth to a little imagination, see the sky suddenly blue a lot. You waved your hand to me emotionally, my heart boiled, no doubt this is to meet the angel, my longing to hold the angel.
I used to always think, I am a plant in the village, no flying dreams; I used to always think, I am an ugly stone in front of your door, not crystal, does not have the light of the stars, but also never have the imagination; I used to always think, I am rippling in the river in the piece of green mountains, no longer have to wake up the willow lingering ...... Since my encounter with you, my plants have dreams, my rocks have imaginations, and my sleeping green hills have awakened the willows. Think well, see you must come up with enough wisdom, waving very suave. When the long hair of youth, lifted your brilliant smile at the moment, apprehensive I still silly half, wise and suave into a light smoke disappeared in the distance. In the angel's smile, the only thing mortals can do will only lose themselves ......
Tonight, so tired, dark, the sky is so lonely that even the light of fireflies can not be found. That kind of terrible night, can not use words and music to calm my disoriented thoughts. Only to flip through the pages of your smile, your gracious smile. The negatives in my mind, cut and cut again, the neon of the town disappeared, the hustle and bustle converged, and in the end all that was left was your smiling face, brighter than the sun. At this time, I hear the sound of flowers blooming through the night, and I imagine you with the naivety of ordinary people, and feel you with the simplest thinking. In this way, my understanding and insight of you transparent dust, thoughts are so clear and accurate ......
I remember that you live in the place called the bridge, can not see a decent bridge, only a rippling small river flowing day and night. I did not feel the slightest regret, because you accompanied me on the countryside path, remember the roadside scattered scattered a few villages, fragmented growth of a few trees. There was also a water pond, we sat quietly on the bank, watching the white ducks in the playful, happy taste but on the heart. Later, I thought many times that I was a fish in your river or a butterfly on your road. How I can swim happily in your river and fly on your road. And today, I am a dusty traveler, quietly walking away with loneliness and longing ......
In this era of no longer thinking about food to feed life, I know more and more, life always has a touch of bitterness, a touch of joy, but also a touch of helplessness. In the present day, and your smile is my life will never fade mark, your smile is all the splendor of my life. You are always smiling, always in my heart, smiling, smiling. I was half stupid and half stupid ......