You've been here for a while, but I miss it all my life. Some people are suitable for being around and spending time together; some people are suitable for living in their hearts and looking back all the time, can warm time and amazing memories. No matter how rational it is, the decision is not in our hands. This is a gentle text written by the post-80s young writer Zhong Ni in his work "Thank you for coming to my World". It delicately frames the emotion and helplessness in the human emotional world in loneliness.
Love, like the wind of the four seasons, floats year after year outside the city, whether it is watching the flowers bloom quietly in the besieged city of marriage, or laughing outside the city to see the clouds and clouds, when the wind rises again, those past events flying in the wind still resurrect the sadness and joy in the bottom of my heart.
It was raining outside the window, the messy sound of rain awakened the sadness in the dream, the sky, gray, like my mood at the moment, the old guitar music in the study was singing alone, I do not know whether it was the sadness of the rainy season or the mournful six-string music. My heart was baptized again in this season, as if Christians accepted the gift of the Holy Spirit, leaving memories full of relief.
Everyone has a beautiful and unforgettable past, it can be the beauty of holding hands and growing old together, it can be life if only at first sight, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan. It is easy to change the hearts of the old people, but the old people's hearts are changeable. Helpless, but more is Liu Yong "Fengqi Wu" in the belt gradually widen and finally do not regret, for Iraq to eliminate people haggard. It's a sad picture.
Love stories interspersed in our lives, different beginnings can have the same ending, the same beginning can also have different endings, whether there is an ending or not, those days together will not be forgotten with the passage of time.
In every period, the changeability of life always turns us into different selves, a lot of things we are unwilling to do must be done, a lot of love is not unwilling to give, but the heart is always imprisoned a reluctant wait, when one day that person appears, all of him you are willing to accept, will be desperate to pay, he is your world No one can refuse the power of love burst out from the soft waiting from the bottom of the heart, like the savior of the soul, can not leave, can not let go.
Love is like a flower, very beautiful, women are the seeds of flowers, this world because of women's amorous feelings, will bloom a variety of love flowers. I have always liked the love story written by Hong Kong romance novelist Zhang Xiaoxian. Her first novel "the woman on the Bread Tree" and later "the Bread Tree ran away" and "the wandering Bread Tree" all played a role in turning my mind around in my life. The bread tree does exist. It is a tree from Asia and the United States.
Some people say that the happiness of a woman is that Silo finds a reliable tree, while others say that the most difficult problem for a woman is the choice between bread and love. In fact, bread and love can exist at the same time, at least in my opinion.
Our lives are held back by love words, affectionate, ruthless, long-term love as Zhang Xiaoxian said, no matter how good you are, there are always people in the world who do not love you. So, more imperfect love is the most real, all the stories, will there be an end? The best ending to a book is often in the reader's mind, not in the person who created it. Reading and appreciation of American articles
No matter what kind of state our love shows, maybe there will be a happy ending that only you know in our hearts, even if it is untouchable.
In this flashy city with ups and downs, how many people stifle the innocence of love in their desires, and how many people play the divine sound of true love in their selfless persistence? those dreaming youths are not afraid of the rush of time, can still awaken the first heart that sleeps in the heart, and dedicate selflessness to the company that never gives up, even if it is scarred, there are no regrets, as shouted in the lyrics: love, so love. Feelings do not need to feel, no one needs to give me a good time, I want you now, just for you a word, my whole body swaying, just for a smile, love exists!
In fact, love has always existed, in the heart, in the distance, in the wind, in the rain, in the footprints of looking back, those can not grasp the warmth, like the sun precipitated in the sunrise and sunset, precipitated in the lonely fleeting years.
We can't forget the figure that broke open our hearts and left; we are reluctant to heal every segment of the broken heart; we can't keep the gentle moonlight in the night before dawn; all the lost beauty is wrapped in our old faces with deep wrinkles. It's hard to erase.
A cup of tea, picked up the desolation of the past, emitting a fragrance, but swallowed the bitter hesitation
A song, can not keep the moonlight tonight, complete the meeting, but clear the old wounds of parting
A piece of paper and ink, can not finish the love of three lives, remember the turn of the rainy season, but left a blank memory of waking up
Awake memories, no you, no me, no shadow of the past memories in the wind!
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