Who cares about the March smoke and rain dawn?

If spring arrives as scheduled, I don’t think I will express my love to the naked deciduous trees. If spring does not come for a long time, I think I will miss the sunshine that goes through singing together. You say love at this moment in the afternoon, hiding in an unwritten or unwritten chapter, I just want to convey soft feelings carefully. However, I want to love, it can be hidden in the foolishness of pretending to be naive or stupid and offending, just for a gentle favor. At this moment, when you say love, you are silent, you are happy, free and easy, A peaceful and tranquil life naturally holds hands and hugs. Only if you don’t have it deliberately can you be worth collecting forever. However, I want to love, but the interaction of emotional behavior is a pleasure in bitterness, but life in it is a thoughtful hand-in-hand and hug, because love makes everything natural. The spring tide in March seems to have a little understanding of our hearts. The river is connected with the misty sky in a hazy and unknown posture. It should be like you. Heart, my heart is on a line of water and sky, supporting each other, but I still can’t figure out whether there is fog or not. How can I know the smoke and rain in March? How do you know what you mean? Love me, you pour into every wisp of smoke love you, I pour into every drop of drizzle love I am willing to love you forever, this life can not be together love you are willing to let me suffer, together with this life? Will you still lead me next March when it rains? 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. 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…