Infatuated, dancing alone in words

In such a quiet night, facing the window, I like to open the computer and talk with my heart with words. Lonely back, through the thin night, kite in the wind, blowing mottled tree shadow. In the distance, there seemed to be a sound penetrating the pipe, sliding over the strings, beating the lute, jumping into the night one after another, turning into beating notes, passing through the ears with the wind of the night, get into the chest in the hazy darkness. The gloomy past is like the rain beads hanging over the window, and the thoughts are also like the wind coming this night, flying freely. How many thoughts and dreams, intoxication and obsession have been drawn by the prosperity of the past. Standing in the deep of the silent night, standing on the petals of the ground, picking up the colorful memory, holding it in the palm of your hand, it condenses into a dreamy intoxicating emotion, pouring down the chance of life. The slender rain flowers, with soft memories, fell into dim mud in the night, damp under the sky. In the rainy night of poetic style and rhyme of Tang and Song dynasties, the sorrow of this world is washed away in the dream of the dust in the past for thousands of years. The clear voice of Ren Guyun flows in the wind, echoing and lingering in my heart. Your shadow touches my mind, like a piece of clear smoke, rising and flourishing in the wasteland of the soul. In the gentle wind and drizzle, the soft night wind blows lightly. I express my feelings in my heart with immature words, sing young nursery rhymes and speak the language of time in a calm tone. As time goes by, a spoony feeling is remembered in the lingering blog post, parked on the tired shoulders, lingering in the eaves of dreams. Being infatuated is so unforgettable. I picked up the rain Silk, weaved it into colorful brocade notes, then hid in my arms, passed through the pink walls and tiles of Tang Dynasty, crossed the smoke cage and cloud cover of Song Dynasty, and made flowers as clothes and water as clothes, the pan-blue boat breaks through the clouds and water, opens a pair of invisible wings and flies gracefully towards your direction. I always think that you live in the distant sky, but who knows that you have always lived in my heart, always accompanying my breath; I always think that you are far away from me, who knows that your back is so long that I can see you even when I lower my head and look up. The heart rises and falls between the words, and the soul vibrates on the words; Then it is entangled with you painfully or lingering as much as you like. A piece of plain paper carries the Eaglewood in the bottom of my heart, Haggard becomes a thin word while waiting, and this life is only half a beautiful paragraph. Ups and downs in mind, quietly climbed up the finger. The scenery on the road was as clear as yesterday. No matter the way back after confusion or the awakening after falling down and intoxicated, I was walking alone for many days. Through thousands of miles, I am thinking, worrying, stubbornly loving my love and living a lonely life all the time. The thousand-year oath is deposited into the infatuated words of this life, walking alone in this lonely world, only for the moment of brilliance of the flowing light of the soul and the body. Some people say that my words are melancholy, sensitive, slender and graceful like a girl. In fact, they didn’t mention the point. My writing is the same as my character, and there is a kind of idiot. Delusion is a kind of modality of life and a kind of inherent character. I admit that I am an infatuated person. In fact, ages idiot there are a lot. Jia Baoyu was one of them. Whenever he was, he would remain innocent and infatuated. When standing in the rain, he was worried about the physical condition of a actor; su Dongpo, who was a young man, could be regarded as an idiot. You can see that he was holding a goshawk and holding a hunting dog, enjoying the pleasure of life fondly. However, in real life and career life, what is needed is shrewd and capable. My infatuation can only comfort myself in blog and text. Song sometimes, dance sometimes, sadness sometimes, laugh sometimes, silence sometimes, talk sometimes, impetuous sometimes, calm sometimes. My infatuation danced quietly alone in the words.

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