Dip a Ink, V Moonlight heart

Time has Diluted people’s memory, time has eroded people’s morale, and everything in the past has passed with the past! Like the wind, no shadow, no rain, no sound, no fog, no trace! But I, deep in my heart, in the center of my heart, still remember you, still love you, still miss you! The neon lights flickered outside the window, and the noisy city had a moment of peace. The light wind blew over the windowsill, which blew away the tender sleepiness. A few barking of dogs added voice to the black night. The silence of the night makes people suffocated, the thoughts are stagnant at this moment, wandering in your memory feebly, there is no light, no pedestrians, only you and me hand in hand, counting the stars in the sky together, let’s say the same oath together! Leaning against the window, listening to the howling wind, Mo Ming’s sadness climbed into my heart. At the moment the wind passed, my heart was rippling, I was intoxicated, and my heart was broken. It splashed all over the floor, floating and floating. Listening to the wind in a daze, the past has become the yearning now. At this moment, I just want to remember you well in my memory and spend a good time with you. There are mountains and rivers all over the world. The scenery along the way is full of happiness and sorrow. We are just passing each other in a hurry. No one is the only one. I only remember that you have been here in my world! In the quiet night, listening to sad songs, my thoughts seem to return to the past, and I also travel through the emotional memory with time! In every lonely night, only the beautiful melody can accompany me to recall the dawn and live each day in a muddle. Only when the silent night wears the headset can the music bring me back to the sweetness that belongs to us, I am used to recalling the past. I enjoy the music because I close my eyes and search for your beautiful memories from the music! Memory is also like a pen with no color but clear font. As time goes by, it becomes more and more gray, which is collected in a diary with no ending! Yes, memory is a kind of vague thing. People with good memory will remember the ups and downs of life and taste them carefully alone. People with poor memory only remember some fragments of things, but it also beautified the reality; No matter whether the memory is intact or incomplete, the important thing is to face its thoughts and practices. However, in the self-made diary, it lies in how to intoxicate yourself from the bottom of my heart! What does such a quiet night mean? The deeper the night, the more lonely I am. Starry Starry Sky, incomplete moon hanging quietly in the sky, the cold wind of winter was blowing on my face, just like the lonely mood fluttering. The wind brushed gently from the hair. I stood on the balcony and looked far away. The orange colored glaze lights made the night more quiet. The hair moved with the wind, thinking that your mood was as closely wrapped as the light hair. Although, what I can reach is only those tall buildings, roads or schools; Although, I don’t know where the directions I overlook are far away; Although, those directions are blocked by thousands of rivers and mountains, but it is always in my heart, involuntarily ran out, telling me that it is not far away, just in my heart! Time goes by, the fragrance of flowers in dreams is no longer there, the prosperity has ended, everything is just floating clouds. At this time, I have stayed on this lonely island for too long, and everything is empty, waiting alone in this empty island, I smiled, although this waiting is meaningless emptiness, I have been persistent, I know, I want to see the world with my persistent smile and see the flowers blooming and falling in the sun, which is so beautiful! My mood fluctuates with my thoughts, and I knock the keyboard again and again in the quiet night, just for the heart words written by you alone. Sometimes I wonder whether the moment you read will touch your cold heart? On such a night, one misses quietly. Tap the keyboard gently with your fingers, listening to the words pouring out under your fingers. Suddenly, I found that there were many times when I would quietly miss someone in my heart. It turns out that the yearning for a person does not need to be so lingering sometimes, but just like water flowing through without any trace. Especially in such a moonlight-like night, what flows in my heart is not only a kind of miss, but also the overflowing softness of Miss! A quiet, a leisure distance, thinking that your heart is as deep as the Sea of midnight. Missing is the light ink color at the end of the pen, which drops calmly on the rice paper as thin as cicada wings. The thoughts like cotton and snow are slowly moistened and dyed, and the trace of happiness is thick and suitable. At this time, will you, thousands of miles away, miss you as much as I do? Thinking of the missing from time to time, following the same and familiar atmosphere of each other. Missing slips through the body, waking up every sleeping cell. Is it a real dream, a real dream, or a confused melancholy after waking up? Spread the blue sky into a thin picture scroll, show a light fragrance of ink, leave a quiet reverie, penetrate the colorful clouds, and find the paradise to fly dreams. A city, a dream, pear flowers falling all over the sky, purple and silver curtains reflecting the setting sun, the breeze brushed my cheek, leaving my hair fragrance, looking for your appearance in the traces of your fingertips, the Rubik’s cube in the city is spinning in the direction of dreams, and the silhouette in the sunset is flowing with gorgeous movement. I follow the wisp of fragrance to penetrate the solid city wall, just looking for that piece of hope, come to realize the fragrance of my dream! I haven’t heard from you for a long time, and my memory of you has been mottled in my sight. In the past time, in the accompanying years, your figure lingers in my mind all the time. Those past bits and pieces have passed the baptism of the years. Gradually, I want to forget but remember, cut my mind and pick up the past, bit by bit, your shadow is still inseparable from me when the lights are staggering. In your world, I lost myself, and now I am still wandering in the past years, counting the past, with flowery beauty, romantic feelings and joyful tears. Pear flowers and rain spread all over the ground, and the wind, flowers, snow and moon whisper. In this life, we can only use words to write our attachment to you into the memory of the golden years. When we are free, we can sort out the gentle ripples like water, to chew the romantic memories of cherry blossoms! Watching the moon floating in the world quietly, there is eternal loneliness and sadness. This huge city was gently touched by the soft moon, ethereal and hazy. The tall buildings were as spectacular as the neon lights. It was really quiet at night, as if hearing the sound of my heartbeat, stop in front of the French window, the Moonlight is shining in the huge space, the lace curtains Dancing With the Wind are dancing like a graceful girl, and a subtle feeling is surging in the heart, only in this way can I have these feelings! Now, the Moonlight is still clear. Outside the window, the winter is already very strong. The people around me are still so cute. I still like a person, in the quiet moonlight night, experience the moment of peace when you are alone and sleepless! Staying together with loneliness and sleeping with loneliness, maybe the feeling of passing by is to be calm and quiet. After all, flashy is not what I want to have. The Moonlight is still quiet and beautiful, and I am still infected by silence and drunk! Dip a Ink, V Moonlight heart

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