Are you okay now?

The sunshine in March is very warm. Are you walking in the warm sunshine now? The warm sunshine kissed your long hair and patted your shoulder. Do you slightly close a pair of beautiful eyes and let the bright sunshine dance on the long eyelashes, just like you before? You are warmly intoxicated in the spring, like a happy bird. Have you fulfilled the previous agreement with spring? The grass in the spring breeze has not sprouted yet, but the land under the feet is very soft. When you walk on the land where you wake up, do you wake up with the Earth? Please walk lightly in the embrace of spring, with the melody of spring, with my love as always. Have you noticed a bird flying over your head? That is the beautiful figure I left for you. Please raise your head and clear your gloomy eyes, making your heart wider than the blue sky. Sing and walk in the increasingly warm spring breeze, tidy up your chaotic thoughts, prepare for a happy mood, and fly with me. Please open your heart and let the sunshine and spring breeze enter together. You just meet like a peach blossom in March. Your mind, which had been frozen for a winter, gradually melts in the palm of the sunshine. Your vigorous beauty like spring will also thrive in the soft spring rain. Perhaps, you are sitting in a quiet night, filling a glass of glittering moonlight, raising your head to look at the bright moon and thinking about your hometown. At present, it is already a new color of spring Willow. I don’t know whether my hometown is still desolate at this moment. Do you remember that familiar swallow flying in front of your eyes shallow and whispering deeply? The collapsed swallow nest still lingered on the past time. Who’s new Yan pecking spring mud? It was not the lost New Yan, but the old acquaintance who came back and repaired the old time. Do you cherish the kite that used to fly in the sky that belongs to you? The hearty laughter resounding through the blue sky, the dream of flying higher and higher, and the figure running on the soft land, are you unforgettable now? Sitting on the high balcony and drinking a cup of quiet moonlight alone, do you feel that you have lost the power to pull kites? Is it true that I feel like a floating cloud, in the deep sky, I can’t find the direction to go home? Ask your heart, stir my heart, let us watch each other far away. If two affection long long, don’t say anything rocks crumble, forever. The moon is too soft and the thoughts are too desolate. Please take back your galloping thoughts, drink a cup of mellow moonlight, and wash away your thoughts and sadness. The tears in the corner of my eyes were removed, and I fell into a dream peacefully with the quiet night. At that romantic dusk, you and I waved goodbye. The setting sun shines on the ancient road, the weeping willows gently stroke the pavilion, and the grass is silent in the shadow of the mountain. You and I didn’t hold hands and look at each other, speechless. But when I turned around, I was already in tears. After years, thousands of miles of smoke, high mountains and long waters, when can you and I meet each other? I wonder if your heart is vast and gray? At this moment, my heart is full of vicissitudes. Stepping on the orange sadness, my hands brushed a piece of beautiful glow, I endured it and never looked back. I am afraid that if I look back again, I will never walk out of the desolate land. I don’t know if you are like me at this time. In a piece of “Li Ge”, your heart has been broken. The sunshine in March is warming, and the yearning in March is growing crazily. I walked in the warm spring of March, imagining you, just like me, bathing in the bright sunshine, removing all the burdens and walking towards the direction of dreams. There was a lot less indiscreet and a little more desolation in the eyes; The steps became more and more steady, and the former frivolous disappeared. The road under my feet is getting farther and farther, the sky is getting brighter and brighter, and the story between you and me is getting longer and longer. I don’t know when our story will end, and when will I harvest your dream? Will you wait for the Twilight and the vast sky, and a dream will share with you? Will you wait for people to add white hair in the arena and forget each other? The sunshine in March is getting warmer and warmer. No matter you are at the end of the world or I am at the corner of the sea, I will give you a bright spring light. Wish you all the best. 2012-3-18

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