The wind day

Light wind, light rain. I like this day when the wind blows and the rain falls. It is clear, cool, lingering, and wet like a soft heart. With Hu Yanbin’s butterfly, lying in a comfortable, soft, euphemistic light. At this moment, there is no need to yearn for it, no matter happiness or sadness are so soft —- The River of Time, ripples layer by layer, melancholy floating in the space of the soul, breaking cocoons into butterflies, dancing alone seductive, sighing, obsessed with the world, for who? Meet each other in a season, and care is endless. Gently pull a touch of sincerity, let the time stay; Let the missing fly to the distance through the misty rain, light or elegant, and write a crystal clear mood devoutly, no matter you see or not, always bright and bright. Between the lines with tender feelings like water, recruit the true feelings —- the dislocation is hurt, but helpless. Even if there is a future, it still repeats sadness, which makes people so tired and embarrassed, the unscrupulous tears in the wind had already been sealed in the heavy smoke and rain tower. Even though there was tenderness, it was also haggard. The friendship that could not be spoken was on the water side. Zi Mo wind and dust, memories are faint, —– There is a feeling called intoxication, in the days of rippling wind, it becomes a dream. There is a kind of concern called Heartbreak, which falls in the confused rainy season and is full of wounds. The wind blows and the flowers are Thanked. If there is any love in the world, it will teach people to be disheartened and confused. There is no need to escape from everything in the world of mortals. I just want to make myself have a good mood. Tired and sleepy, make a cup of tea and read a book. Quietly, light. The fragrant poem writes the sincerity of the years and the most beautiful feeling, that’s all. Red Flash, sat watching World style, smoke dream, chanafanghua. You are a stranger to the dust, I am still flowers on the other side, hurry, look back, lonely built Chrysanthemum Platform. Everything is far away from me; Everything doesn’t matter. Happy spring, flowers bloom, heart is as light as water, dream is as tender as overflowing with the flow, who is crazy in this life? For whom injury? Only in the words can we transcend the soul and see the ups and downs of mood. No matter life is long or short, the story will always exist in dreams. At present, facing the wind and rain, I really want to have my beloved soil Pipa, playing a song around the finger, falling flowers and wounds—- 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…