Suddenly do not know how to write, I how to meet this journey, with my poor words to interpret its wordless weight, but also naturally by my simple nagging, and then gently into a piece of pen and ink under the breeze ripples, flowing in the pulse of time, the dependence of today and tomorrow.
The busy days, the tedious affairs of the world, I do not know how much ignored you, always in the occasional leisure will blame myself, my concern for you is really very little. Along the way, it seems that I am taking it for granted, in the field of happiness that you care about me.
Suddenly looking back, two times of spring and autumn, on and off, but you and I always look at each other in the cycle of the seasons. Asked the wind, asked the rain, asked the sky, this ship carrying fate, in the tide to the wind has not been overturned at the bottom of the sea, all from the first heart, all from the first pulse of love, in the passage of time flowing persistent, cherish, so that today's speechless is warm. This day of the network comes and goes, how many people have not left? How many fate has been innocent excuse to end the fate, honorably under the cover of the fate of the next station, saying the same thing and doing the same thing, who asked himself a bit of sincerity? Everything has been decided by time. Thank you, thank you for being the same, I can always see it later.
The clock ticks, ticking silently in the night. After the clock strikes midnight, it will be your birthday. How can I give you a surprise while the night is still dark? Open the space log, brocade word thousand articles is I fold you and write in the fleeting engraving. Even if the time is old, even if we are old, no matter which day we break up, you and I are still alive in the title page of time, the vein will be clearly resurrected, some moist things spin in the eyes, those old things that have nothing to do with others, but cling to each other's lives, come one by one.
Fate is probably to know each other, and we spend more time with each other. It is said that if life is only like seeing for the first time, I prefer the company after seeing for the first time. I remember when I opened the second Taobao store, you gave me the name of the store on the hospital bed, saying that the name must be stroked in order to make a lot of money all the way. In fact, I don't believe that at all, but I still follow you. There are always troughs and fragile times in life, one shoulder can pass through that period, and the call of dawn can be seen in the haze. Countless times I want to give up, but I am supported by your sarcasm and encouragement. Maybe you are not the mood of a glass of wine, but the truth of a glass of water.
Tonight, I want to take off the coat that the words have been trimmed, wearing a secular simplicity, but still refuse to throw away the rebellion, to make an appointment with you to do whatever you want besides romance, can you come by appointment? I have rare time and initiative, and I like to air in front of you in a high profile, because I know that I have the high profile of capital, and it is also the favourite platform you give, so that everything is inappropriate and the gift of all time in the willing. hold each other, accompany a journey.
Tonight, can you erase the level of poetry and wear my favorite plain white, and come on the moon in this neon night, such as the soul of the Tang and Song dynasties, not entangled with the soul of the Tang and Song dynasties, do not play the piano with the smoke of the world, only with me, about a single journey, a single exhaustive chatter, let this voice do a permanent undivided occupation, only for you and me, in the starting point of life, do the right time to meet the right people. Listening to the bell, I think of the song I sang for you, blooming into enchanting flowers in the middle of the night, like candles, igniting the spark of life.
Suddenly want to light up the video, want to say it, want to see it with my own eyes. When you appear in the mobile phone screen, the end of the day is close at hand, is there no more wind and rain? Seeing your smiling face, seeing your long hair and seeing you, I think of the 99 songs you recorded for me with your mobile phone. Your singing is not perfect, but the sound has entered my heart, and it has been echoed in my ears by the reincarnation of the seasons and the echo wall of time. I miss you shallowly in the quiet night, remembering the dependence of these days, the warm current running through the blood and the symmetrical interweaving of breathing.
Look at you, you look at me, can not help humming the impromptu self-made up and sing their own disordered words. You say I am like Zhang Di, my laughter is proud in the song, you just look at me like recall the past, but also like stretch the secret of happiness, slightly cover up, this moment is not easy to come by.
I said: put your thumb on the phone screen, like me. Then I pressed my thumb down on the phone screen.
What do you want? Her surprised expression was quickly transmitted by the network communication, seven points surprised, three points expected. After getting along with each other for too long, I have been exposed to my style and sentiment.
Thumb and mine. Don't move. I have a serious and then slipping expression, slow tone, rise, drag tone, righteousness-knot-Jin-Lan!
Huh? I'm not ready yet! She looked worried.
I laughed: I didn't ask you to marry me. What are you so nervous about? Waves of laughter traveled through time and space to meet you, but the wind and dust drizzled like spring along the way.
She smiled so unconcealed, like a budding flower, suddenly blooming when blown by the wind.
Internet as the basis, mobile phone as the proof, thumb and thumb, one worship, another worship, three worship, ah! (four tones) I gave a deliberate scream and then covered up my snicker.
What happened? What happened? She asked anxiously.
I said: I just finished paying homage to you when I took my hand away. There was no antagonism across me, so I came to you across time and space, through my cell phone, and it fell to the ground.
Cut. She turned her head in disdain and laughed again: what about down there?
It's gone. Another hearty smile. This smile is very vulgar and vulgar, and it is impossible to ask for it.
She said that I would recite every text you gave me.
Every article? I was stunned.
Her voice is very beautiful, draw a line of temperature in the night, listening to the course of those years, are wrapped in pink and white moved, carrying the passage of time. Just like that, I fell asleep, and I don't know when the black screen died. In my dream, I saw a large sea of flowers, holding her hand, adding a color to the early summer, the invisible most beautiful, looking back and moving forward. Listen, the sound of flowers is your blooming soul.
Text / Ji Lin Sky QQ:1335668147
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