The wind blows on me, and I miss you very much

Sitting alone on the window lattice, quietly watching the leaves dancing in the wind. The wind tonight is very strong, and there are also patches of snowflakes swaying with the wind. The huge city is immersed in the hazy spring breeze and snow. I tasted the fragrant tea under the dim light, and my thoughts flew out of the window in the spring breeze. In the vast expanse of smoke, in the flashy noise, give yourself a pure land, give yourself a square inch of space, here is the resting place of my pure heart! The night was boundless, and it was so quiet that the roar of the wind could be heard. I leaned against the window again, looking at the red sky outside the window, feeling the desolation of the night quietly. The breath of wind gradually permeated the whole space, which seemed to remind me that when I woke up tomorrow, the Earth would be baptized by it, and it would be a new beginning and a new journey. White Night, pure emotion, gentle night breeze gently stroke the heart I have been missing for a long time, and a trace of long-distance comfort from far to near. In such a feeling of understanding, the Morning Star gradually fades, beautiful day will rise! I got used to the darkness of the night. It slowly surrounded me gently with its thickness, and the smell of slight fragrance slided slowly between the nose. Tap the keyboard lightly in the silent night. Every sound of tapping is like a note flowing from the bottom of my heart. It is a low-back, tactful, curling and Tingting. I always indulged myself so wantonly. At night, it’s quiet. Following my own footprints, I took a gentle heart and walked together. There was a gentle breeze gently stirring, dense, slowly rippling! Tonight, the soft piano music permeated the whole room. In this quiet and beautiful moonlight night, I quietly remembered your day when you came casually, A circle of ripples in My Heart Lake. Since then, I have an inexplicable expectation in my heart. Your familiar figure, hearty laughter, humorous words and gentle face are vivid from time to time. Tonight is another sleepless night. Out of the window, the breeze and the moon are clear, and the night is deep. I miss you in this faint looking back! The acquaintance between you and me was just a beautiful and unexpected encounter, neither a second earlier nor a step later. If the Earth was large and the vast sea of people, we would meet by chance like this. The first acquaintance with you is like meeting an old friend. This poem is most suitable for you and me to meet each other. A short conversation, the friendship between the eyebrows. In this way, I locked you and my wet heart. In the following days, I always think of you inadvertently, far away and familiar? Close to and strange? The face is getting clearer and clearer in front of me. Repress my heart and don’t overspread it any more, but in the unreal world, what I miss most is you who feel the same as before! Tonight, the Moonlight drips in like water, making everything in the room hazy. I sat in front of the window and did nothing, just let my thoughts fly slowly. I really want to miss you quietly, your smile, your voice, your warmth and everything about you. If possible, I really want to become a gentle wind, quietly come to your window and touch your tired face; If possible, I really want to become a bright star, light up the road under your feet; If possible, I would like to turn into a thrush and stand on the branch outside your door to sing happily, bringing you full of joy. If nothing can be done, at least I can still miss you quietly here, and then entrust all my blessings to Mingyue, and let the moon take my prayers and wishes to you! Let the Stars bring my infinite concern to you! The encounter was so beautiful that I was drunk by the gorgeous flower season, a pool of fragrant water, and a misty rain. The ups and downs are like the reincarnation of a flower and a butterfly. Butterfly is the soul of flower in its previous life. Come to find itself, the best self. Red Dust dependent, every morning and evening read. Reading you for the warmth of the bright spring sun, reading you for the warmth of thousands of years of ancient jade, reading you for the fragrance of the empty Valley Orchid, reading you for the romantic charm of the graceful song lyrics, reading you for the clear and elegant of Qian Shan’s bright moon, read your profound ancient meaning of reeds in the Book of Songs. Missing is the beauty of heartache. With the lonely Cup and Cup full of tears, I am lonely for the moon, scattered flowers like rain, twisting loneliness into poetry! Sitting alone on the window lattice, quietly watching the leaves swaying in the wind. Under the dim light, my thoughts spread endlessly, and my flying thoughts also drifted out of the window in the spring breeze. The Moonlight is flowing softly. In the quiet night sky, the stars are twinkling lightly. I silently nestled in the arms of the night, missing you and missing you in my heart. Miss you that warm smile full of sunshine, miss you the temperature full of friendship in your palm, your figure is the mark that can’t be erased in my heart, and the deepest friendship that I can’t forget in this life! In this indifferent world, in this world which is becoming estranged and unfamiliar, it is really good to have someone who can still make me miss and care about. If you are destined to drift for a long time, then let me plant happiness and sunshine for you on the road you will walk. Outside the window, the Moonlight is like water. In my small room, my heart has already piled up. Taste a mouthful of tea and let the faint Nocturne follow the remote moonlight. Dancing in the endless night to release your mood! Tonight, let me quietly look at the starry sky and miss your empty night. The Moonlight is like water falling down, and the stars are scattered all over the world. At night with the moon, with the soft yearning, the mood is particularly beautiful. The moon in the sky seems to be pinning the blessings of the veins, thousands of miles of yearning, a quiet place, a kind of spirit flowing around in the air, through the tenderness of the mood, a little bit of thoughts came out. A taste flashed. Flowers bloom is Thoughts, flowers fall is thoughts, and the residual red still dissolves lovesickness. Gently stroking the shoulder, full of traces of falling red, gently stretching out his hand, collecting the eternal beauty, treasuring in the soul, missing in the world of mortals. Don’t be a cold moonlight, hold a bunch of blue in the bottom of your heart, let your thoughts flow back quietly at your fingertips, lean Alone In The Lonely City, go around the remote sky, depend on you, cultivate one heart of colored glaze, wander for a long time, gone! Tonight, I will leave my wishes to you to the sky, where people are silent at night, and my soul dreams will depend on me. A wisp of orchid will surround my heart, just like your breath. When the fleeting time is dark, the silk of missing wrapped around the fingertips is woven into the heart Net. The more dense it is, the silk is the sweetness of sadness, and the Wisps are the eternal friendship. Thinking about your feelings, such as tasting a cup of fragrant strong tea, enjoying a beautiful picture, listening to a moving song, drinking a mouthful of spicy bitter wine, sour, sweet, bitter and salty, bittersweet doped, flavors and taste! Tonight, I will miss all over the floor

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