Dim years, sweet-smelling years

If the years are ignorant and intact, the memory of seven seconds is a short-lived beauty. If the years are mediocre, there is no lack of leisurely, a moment of missing, is the dazzling of a mirage. After going through countless experiences and realizing the endless feelings, we finally understand what we need in life.

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Often wandering in the rain curtain, the cold breath swept away my thin temperature, the willow branches on the edge of the forest were bleak and boring, and the sighing eyes were cold. Often wandering in the street, the loneliness of the blue and red slate stained my heavy thoughts, the roadside chrysanthemums blooming helplessly, the silent expression looking forward to looking back.

Continuous spring rain, poured cool my enthusiasm, haze all over the sky, always shrouded my heart. Immersed in such a low wet space, I am looking forward to the sun splashing down like shredded silver with ink, hot and hot, jumping on my cold body and mind, even for a moment, I am invisible and happy.

Hiding in the wet corner, I feel lonely for a long time. Outside the window is a growing darkness, there is no cheerful color, I often look out of sight from afar, that heavy rain curtain hanging in front of my window, heavily covering the whole world. There is no sunshine, no warmth, I thought hopelessly, as if my life has been affixed with mournful specimens, can not be changed.

Now I would like to hide in the quilt, secretly full of warmth, outstretched feet are happy strings, outstretched arms are the rotating stage. At this moment, if you can play a song of Acacia, it is most melancholy, melancholy drunk into rain, inadvertently my mood slowly degenerated into the world outside the window.

If my time has been a rainy season, do not know there are sunny days, I will feel at ease, at least do not know that there is such a bright sun in the world, make people so infatuated. If my years have been shoulder to shoulder, do not know that there are still met, I can not look forward to, at least do not know that there is such a bone in the world, so that people can not live or die.

How many days and nights, I am full of heartbreaking thoughts, wandering in the almost crazy imagination, repeated suffering slowly occupied my life, countless loneliness quietly engulfed my fun. From that moment on, the dream rooted in my heart always seduced me, seduced my fragrant breath, and did not let me calm at all. I longed for countless times, chewed countless times, still immersed in the bit by bit after the encounter, still glad that such fate, did not rub shoulders in my life.

I know that you will be lonely in the distance, often wandering in the emptiness, sorrow rolling, unable to swing away from the entanglement of thoughts, still trying to interpret the painful miss. I know that when I meet, your tears are my rainy season. I would rather lose some happiness than meet the coming of the shade again. After meeting, the falling raindrops are still your tears, gorgeous fall, pear-like trembling, I am melancholy in pain, determined to roll the bead curtain for you, pull warm.

Therefore, we have no regrets, there can be two hearts colliding in the vast sea of people, the falling spark has drunk our insipid life, since then our years have a different fragrance, in the dream journey, savor the joy in the pain.

So we snuggled up, snuggled up for life, never give up. We stripped of the desire, as pure as a stream, since then our years have an extraordinary dream, in the oath about, for a long time to grasp the pity in the real.

Preferably built on the seaside, a vast expanse, without any fireworks. Bamboo house is simple, extremely poor, a curved stream jumps across the green field, flowers and plants come to life in the fragrant mud, butterflies dance lightly, the sun catches the net. The breeze of the four seasons is warm and soft, the fragrance rises, and the lover snuggles up by the stream. They are sentimentally attached, warm and hazy, happy to enjoy the moisture of happiness, in the long river of time to open a sweet paradise.

It is best to be a loyal guard, regardless of wrinkles and aging, slow and lonely, waiting quietly in a place not far from you, moving gently with you, and following you. Occasionally meet, the world will laugh Yingying, a school of freshness. Heart to heart, hands tightly held together, warm to every season, to every yearning place.

The best is warm concern, will not give you coldness and loneliness, will not give you sadness and disappointment, give you is still the soul of dependence and passionate feelings. Every moment is still focused on your joys and sorrows, and your passion for you will not fade, such as the mellow smell of kiln wine for many years, so that your years are still young and romantic.

The years of this life have the honor to meet you, in the most beautiful years with you, we go together, inseparable. You are my constant persistence in this life and the endless light in the depths of my soul. Let us cherish each other and be happy for a long time. Neon life, the world of mortals, I am not in the dim lights, will always snuggle up to your side, warm your years, fragrance your years.

Grass in the fish wind was written on May 20, 2015. 520 I wish you happiness.

Author: vegetation, grass and fish style