quiet night thought girl

The moon is like a stream of flowers, and the small rooftop seems to be full of bright snow, overflowing the ground. The night was quiet and insects were ringing, and the small log chair carried the girl’s infinite reverie, looking at Chanjuan quietly. Front open space, shadows misty, breezy, light ink all dance. The door is next door, the small window is mixed up, the virtual shadow is leaning against the window, the Moonlight touches people’s heart. The night is silent and empty, the rare stars are faint, just like talking in a dream. Each star is a distant legend, telling the loneliness of millions of years, looking at that Jade Palace, you may think of the story I told you: Hou Yi, the boy who shot the nine Jinwu in those years, must have the one that the Jade Rabbit loved deeply. In order to revenge, so he also captured Hou Yi’s Chang ‘e. People all thought wrong. Now the golden Wu in the sky is not the same as the Jade Rabbit. You smiled and felt a little worried: I am very light, will she take me away? In the sky, there were Jade curls and green cinnamon. The cold rabbit was surprised to drop the Jade dew on the branch and wet the dress. Was there a girl staring at the Earth like you? Gradually, the girl felt a little sad. The people in the sky were waiting there for millions of years, but where was the world? Will there be constant people, constant hearts and constant feelings? Thinking about the golden past, the silent youth, and what would the distant and distant youth look like in the future, my eyes were a little hot and humid. Looking at the moon, I was already misty, but it is still so quiet and bright. Yes, people always have to learn to change, but I think, we have never changed, but the world has changed, the world has become different, and we just set our own life with his changed standards, but I think no one can take away the eternal touch from the bottom of my heart. After all, one day, when we will no longer have a carnival for life and love, [May Day “the poem of youth”] and then youth comes inadvertently, do we not understand something, it’s just that we don’t want to understand or accept. Ha ha, this is your relieved smile and the ending I like most. You may not have the beauty and gentleness, but your quietness and cuteness at this moment are my favorite all the time. At this moment, I am also on this side, sharing happiness with you for thousands of miles. I would like to present to the girl who is looking at the moon on the rooftop Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) 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. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Night

Night is the hotbed of tears, the soberness of the thinker and the memory of others. Bury all the sadness and pain, let the tired heart wander in this peaceful harbor and do a short wandering. I like to enjoy the silence of this night, feel the loneliness of this night, and listen to the sigh of this night. Day is my night, night is my day, my soberness. On the other side of the night, another kind of thought emerges. A kind of eyes that won’t be tired for thousands of years cast on the soft place in my heart through the thousands of mountains and rivers that night, pouring out the promise of holding hands and growing old with you every night. Tonight, there is no moon, no stars, no you around. The only thing left in the lonely sky is emptiness, which attracts the loneliness of leaving people. The dull chest seemed to stop the heartbeat, and the naked pain woke up the beauty of the dream again and again. Toss and turn, don’t sleep. This night, black innocence. Just like your pure eyes, shining like diamonds, lighting up the beauty of the world, time seems to be a static hourglass, fixed at that moment. The curved eyelashes are as light as butterfly wings. Everyone wants to grasp these beautiful wings. Close your eyes and feel your breath again, so sweet and warm. The night spreads a piece of soft, silky flowing through your lips, bringing the warm fragrance between your hair. That day, you insisted on a long journey. That night, you forgot your way back. The night is too deep, I know your melancholy, Autumn Heart crossed the river, eventually ran aground. That night, it was the back of your departure, which I kept treasuring. Do you still remember those days and nights. In that year, you were still a little kid, who was running around wearing canvas shoes. I don’t like to open umbrellas in rainy days, and I am afraid of injections when I am ill. I can’t find the pure white daisy in the field. Where are you like that? You said red was the true color of life, burning so hot and bright. In the signs of time, you transformed into a enchanting opium poppy, lighting the whole night quiet like a flame. When you are Daisy, I drink your nectar; When you are poppy, I drink your venom, I am your loyal followers, and bring all my love. The more the night goes, the more hurt it is, the Samsara trampled on it, and the emptiness that cannot be buried. When the last cigarette burned all night’s heartbreak between lonely fingers, darkness was like fading sadness, gradually hiding all the edges and corners. Like (prose editor: prose online) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…