The seasonal wind, blowing through the lintel of May and nodding his feet, came to this sunny, pleasant and leisurely month. May, shallow summer, every morning will be energetic, happy, at this moment, the heart, a most beautiful flower, Ruolian, proud and pure. Listen to the birds singing happily outside the window; look, the sun falls on the figure in a hurry to get up early in the morning. What a beautiful picture, what a pleasant scene, like such early morning, like such bright and warm sunshine, more like this time, no hurry, no slow.
This season, this month, no sadness, no tears, full of the smell of love. I pursue the beauty of every flower and listen to their ambiguous words. A comfort, a complacency, gallop in the ocean of my love, tightly embrace the drifting away time, please walk slowly, I want to keep your appearance and enjoy it alone. Tears, no longer suitable for this season, occasionally inadvertently fall, will also be air-dried in the shortest possible time, before we have time to see clearly, it has disappeared.
Shallow summer, a trace of cool, through season after season of blooming flowers, want to find a bay of warm arms, leaning on your chest, smelling your faint body fragrance, feeling your every heartbeat.
Where are you in May? Twist the fragrance of a flower, linger in the heart, think of once walked hand in hand through the flower path, happy smile, rippling in the face. How much I want to walk on the path with you again, watching the flowers bloom and the birds spread their wings. The flowers bloom again, and the heart once again dissociates from the noisy world.
Bathed in the warm sun, there should be no injuries this season, the genial sunshine will cure all the wounds. Just want to know at this moment, where are you wandering alone, want to bring you greetings, with me by your side. Forgive my selfishness, want to tie you to fly.
May, where are you? Do you still remember the message you sent by the wind in April, telling me that your loneliness was sad? In May, please do not be sad, this season, I will let the withered flowers bring the voice of my thoughts, tell you that my thoughts have never stopped. It is no longer a month full of flowers, blooming everywhere, in the idle afternoon sun, there is a lazy breath, stretch, drive away the trouble of the sleepy, once again cry, dear, I am here, where are you?
Spread gorgeous words, has been unable to draw my love, where, too many words, disturbed the calm heart lake, ripples in the water, waves scattered. And who accidentally left the affectionate pebbles in the flooded heart lake? From then on, I was here, lost myself, searching, searching. Love is very light, light to a slight expression, light to a relative look, no need to say more, just a casual action, you are in my heart, I am in your eyes.
In the twinkling of an eye, another season passed, and this spring, without a chance to hug, we were already at the parting station. A short farewell, an almost broken hand, my dear, a thousand words, say a cherished word. Take care, just for the next time we meet.
There is a faint fragrance of your clothes in the wind, which is your unique smell. I know, close to the horizon, you are by my side, as long as you have the heart, the horizon is also close at hand. The familiar smell floated in the fresh air of May. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply the taste that belonged to you. The smile inadvertently climbed onto my face. I wanted to hide it. I had been betrayed by this happy smile and had nowhere to hide.
Slowly know that what I want is not to cling to you, but to do the wings you want to fly, no matter where you go, there is my figure by your side, I am your most important to rely on. Across the shallow strait, curled up in the harbor you love, not drenched by the wind and rain, no longer sad alone.
Want to share a heart invitation with you, is a pure confession, I will be by your side, do not want to let you wander alone, I want to keep you in mind. Where I am, you are.
Dear, at this moment, do you hear my call in the middle of the night? Is there a wind tapping on your window outside your window? Please open your window, listen to the words of my love, a hoarse cry, are the confessions of my true love.
May, shallow summer, will be thrown into the dark night, the bright moon breeze will testify for me, I am here, you are in my heart.
Author: Suxin Jianyue
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