Locust flower (five other articles)

Last night, I dreamed about that locust tree again. There were clusters of white locust flowers in the tender green leaves, bathing in the warm sun, and with the gentle breeze, the fragrance flew far away. Raise your high Chin, miss your feet and stretch out your long arms. The Locust flowers of the tree seem to be readily available. But what my hands grasped was empty, and the fragrance blowing in the wind seemed to mock my fool. Suddenly, a burst of drama came from a distance. It turned out that my childhood friends came back from school with yellow schoolbags smiling. Ying Ge and Miao fell off their schoolbag from a distance. They found a long bamboo pole with an iron hook at one end and ran crazily to the locust tree with a long neck. They stared at the big round eyes and folded the hook skillfully, just listen to PA, PA, sweet white locust flowers fell down one after another. My heart which had failed immediately became happy, and I competed with everyone for the floorated locust flowers with laughter. I also put some flowers and leaves into my mouth from time to time to chew, fresh light fragrance and slight sweetness are produced from lips and teeth. In the evening of late spring, the setting sun burned the afterglow and went down to the West Mountain. The Twilight was calm and faint, and the warmth gradually faded away. We went back to our home with locust flowers full of fragrance. Maybe tonight we will have a delicious banquet of locust flowers, steamed, fried, boiled, or made dumplings. The taste is different, and the waiting mood is different. In a trance, the locust flower is full of the pillow core, and the fragrance blows into my heart. I opened my eyes only in my dream.

Loneliness and loneliness some people say that there are many lonely people, but not necessarily they belong to lonely people. Loneliness is just a boring and unhurried state of life for a moment. When it is serious, you may feel bored, but if you put yourself into work, walk into the downtown, and join friends, you will soon be enriched and happy. However, the lonely man lived in a mess and smiled brightly in the crowd, but he still felt a kind of deficiency if he lost something deep in his heart and a kind of incomplete sense of belonging in his heart. Lonely people don’t need to borrow anything, for example, they like to spit smoke rings, drink some so-called foreign wine, listen to Beethoven or Chopin, Brahms’s songs occasionally sentimental feelings, which are not alone, even a little melodramatic and artificial, at best it is a pastime to kill loneliness. Loneliness is a kind of indescribable and indescribable spiritual feeling, a kind of contradictory entanglement with faint pain and happiness, and maybe it is a calm of the vicissitudes and enlightenment of life, maybe it is a kind of relief used to being alone in thought. Lonely people are not boring, even they are full of more interest and enthusiasm of life, and their thoughts are rich and colorful. Lonely people can’t bear to pour out, to their friends, and then unconsciously ask for the comfort of friends, then they will feel a moment of stability or enrichment. But for loners, most of them don’t like to pour out, because any lively communication and understanding sympathy will not take away his inherent loneliness. Maybe that is a kind of beautiful stubbornness. Loners can realize that true friends are not used to talk to each other. They know that the highest level of true friends is that they will have the same heart without words and behaviors, with one eye and one smile, they know that friends are actually useless. If it is used in reality to measure whether it is enough for friends, it is low-level. Loneliness will be taken away by wind and rain, but Dugu will hide for a long time. Maybe any elf will take it away when it comes. Loneliness is the graceful song of Nightingale, but loneliness can’t sing. It just sneaks into your heart quietly. What matters is tranquility, and it is the ghost in fate that cannot be grasped. Butterfly Love flower the night is deep and deep. The Crescent Moon is shallow leaking, and the Frog voice is not heavy. When the wind blows, the shadows of the trees are sparse, and the wild geese fly to find their hometowns. Sleep cold dew in the midnight. The door curtain is half closed, and the moon is full of sycamore trees. There are two leisure worries in the first compartment of love. Looking back, I still have to stop whispering. In spring, you step on the lonely wind, light your body and light your green, come with the gentle rain, wet your eyes and blurred. You are accompanied by the chirping swallow, and your yellow mouth is holding your taste, which is sweet. The black and brown soil Braves your tender green buds, and the sound of sizzling is the call of new life. You are covered with emerald green, and tell your attachment by the willows beside the riverbed; You run happily along the rivers and fields with bare feet! Dandelion seeds fly behind you! You sow colorful seeds, the flower buds to be put are your cheeks, bathing in the warm sun, telling your amorous feelings! Where are you when you fly the kite in March and laugh with the child? You are, in your warm season! Women’s love why should women believe in love? Because women are born to love beauty and dream? Yes, they all like beautiful things. Just like buying and buying beautiful clothes is always not enough to wear, so is the beautiful and pure love. Encountering a deep-rooted love is like catching a glimpse of a beautiful dress in a corner of the window in the bustling city, which is very suitable for you and has been looking for for a long time, the harvest given by secretly delight and unintentionally expanded his chest. For women, love is just like a dream dress that can never be found in reality, so it is more precious. Women dress up more beautiful, sexy and charming mostly for the unknown love in their hearts? When what men see in their eyes are just gorgeous clothes, curvy figure and pink cheeks in Rouge, will you still believe in love? I think so, because every woman thinks she is beautiful. Even at the age of 80, she still has a heart of love. Women’s faith in love is so steadfast, and this endurance is enough to make themselves moved to themselves, so women’s love does not need to be pinned on men, love yourself and cherish yourself! When a woman’s aesthetic is more mature because of her nature, her understanding of love is no longer like the clothes in her dreams. The belief left by love may only be lonely, like a cup of bitter coffee, when the smell is strong, it smells smelly, but what you drink is bitter. So don’t believe in love any more. Even if it is your nature, please don’t compare your own nature with a man. He is an animal with different women’s thinking and logic, never ask a man to love you for a lifetime, because that is impossible. Never rely on men, because it can never be relied on! Many people will complain that what I said is wrong, and even say that I am crazy. They swear their true love with the touching love story that happened on them. Of course I believe it is true, but even so, don’t think it is God’s favor to you. Is it easy to maintain love and keep it young forever? People have feelings of loving the new and disliking the old, especially men. Women love beauty and dressing up, and the women men love are getting younger and more charming. Not to mention wasting time and thinking about tracking men. Truth will embarrass you, while truth will make you despair of the so-called love. What you can do is to be yourself. Don’t care about others, even your lover. Don’t ask too much about his space. As long as you have the ability to love yourself, I believe that happiness is in your own hands. Ruan Lang’s returning grass is long, and Yan Gui’s willow buds are green. Morning Dew leaching Chaohui. I feel tired and gray by the window. Wait for old people. Painted red mouth, drawing eyebrows. New look cloud mirror glimpse. The spring light warms people up. It can’t cover the beauty.

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