I miss the hug next season

Say I want to hug you to the air, say I miss you to the hug. If I can return to the common origin, then I must hug you well. When I count to one hundred steps silently, my heart will tremble faintly, just like the vibration of the mobile phone in the dark, I feel the smell of wind blowing through my hair, and then there will be sunshine on my body, this is a balcony, a balcony burying silence and grounding. It is no different from other balconies, but the small shutter on the left makes me remember the summer of 2008, the wind on this balcony became the most pleasant touch of flexibility in my summer. Standing on this windowsill, I felt that all the pores were being opened. The sky is dark in a trance. All of a sudden, I was knocked down to the ground by a tall and thin daredevil. Later on …… unexpectedly, we didn’t make any noise, let alone shout abuse, instead, I looked at the other side calmly for a minute. The wind blew my hair. I got up from the ground and stumbled back to the dormitory. Spread the pen and paper, constantly sprinkling ink, describing a story with the smell of ice cream. It was at this time that the boy named Li Mo entered my words, and my words began to have stories at this moment. Students The life was still fixed in the calendar page by page, and the old clock was rotating endlessly. He and I were locked in the page number of time. In the summer of 2009, I was still looking at the sky on the balcony with shutters, but this time I was not only looking at the sky, but also missing someone, a rash guard who knocked me down, a boy named Li Mo. I was just thinking: Li Mo, if one day you can stand in front of me and continue this line in my life, I must hug you well, but this has always become your legend and my extravagant hope. Some things are gone, some things are gone, and it will never come back. The snail-like life is filled with sadness and boredom with inexplicable pain, and the summer in pain begins. When a group of lonely birds flew across the sky, the May here began to smell of summer. A little impetuous disturbance. Those restless factors strangled all the way back. From foam, you said we are each other’s lollipop with gum, just don’t can common taste, but have the same sweet if 09 years is a sad limit. Then 2010 is another interpretation of life. Your forever leaving is like an eternal breakpoint in my life, so stiff It is broken at the beginning of the story, and then there is no following forever, and it is even more impossible to have results. In fact, it is not the result of the result, but also the reality of the end. The reality has no result. Everyday I always get used to looking at the sky, those lonely birds and those lonely white clouds. I know you will look at me. Right? Because you are willing to let me alone. You also love my heart. Li Mo, when I wrote down your name thousands of times, I found that even your name was so sad. Leave foam, leave foam like foam. I feel the obvious degeneration, which is beyond my ability. Do you know? I’m so tired: really tired. One will feel tired and heartbroken if he sticks to the promise of two people. I remember that you said you would take me to see the sea before, and I also believed that you would take me to see the sea. So I have been looking forward to and waiting. Now I am going to fulfill the promise of regret for each other alone. Will I have a heart-to-heart relationship. You said that when drinking milk tea, you need different hands to grasp the temperature, and you also need two people to drink its romance, but now I can only see that it is gradually losing temperature in my hands. You said I can’t be so silent, but now I can only be silent. In the past, you always called me every morning when I opened my eyes, reminding me to remember to have breakfast and I couldn’t cook, You do do what you call funny everyday for me: the feast of love, my eyes are a little myopic, you always coax me to do eye exercises like a child, I don’t like sports, you will pull me to run on time every day. I like reading books. At that time, if you were not used to speaking, you would accompany me silently, get used to the habit that you shouldn’t get used to, and stick to the persistence that shouldn’t be persistent. We like it and get used to chatting. Every time we go online, we always send messages to each other in the first time and then go all over the world in darkness. We don’t say good night until dawn. Those white jade and Black who we have insomnia together, the cities and towns we talked about together are like a peerless painting. Even if the corner is missing, the price will not fall. But now, no matter how much information I send to the gloomy head portrait, it will not jump in the face. It can only remain silent forever. Finally, you and I escaped from the track which depends on each other and dispersed in that winter. The runway which once had two figures was blank. The heart is empty, and the whole person is empty. Maybe I am not so loyal to words, just because I regard them as the continuation of life. 09 years maybe no tears, because I met from foam 09 years destined to become I age in most fairy tale year man-made disasters and time really barrier too much, blocking you, blocking the I, blocking the two of us, leaving your face is like writing a very good Chapter One, which makes me obsessed and want to read it. I thought I am could read you all the time, but that can only become the everlasting extravagant hope in my wish. We have always been the shore of each other, but now I can’t reach it all the time. You cherish the purest. You have grown white clouds, faded the years, and deeply implanted into the gap of soul, whether beauty and sadness were left in the garden at that time. In the summer a year ago, we left. A year later, I missed here. After leaving tomorrow, we will not look back any more, hiding the forgotten past and the enduring future. It seems that losing is destined to be a certain thing. You don’t have to know. Some people will always meet. Remember to grasp the people around you who really care about yourself, pass happiness to the first person who thinks of it. The last of the last. I just want to say: I can only say: Li Mo, there is no fate in this life, I will wait for you in the next life… in the next season of spring, I must hug you well. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. 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