Used to bind in memory

Dandelion is scattered in the sunshine, the wind gently blows your face, listening to your last stay in the wind falling on your heart, then turn around ~ always think of a different way, different directions make the fairy tale world which was originally promised melt quietly with the knot in my heart. The memory goes by hurriedly. I once said that you are the external rigid and the internal soft, and I am also the external soft and the internal rigid. It just changes with time… We all walked along parallel lines stubbornly and didn’t want to turn around. Then we walked on the one-way street. How far we walked, we didn’t meet each other. I picked up the remaining traces carefully. I was afraid of regret and blurred my sight side by side, in addition to silence or silence, I used to stay in my own world, wearing a white headset and looking at the color of the cloudy sky, the blue sky above my head once flowed through beautiful days, but after all, it was only once, only belong in the past… Flying in the sky for a long time, kites will also be tired. I will no longer sit alone in my memory and try to be brave. The fairy tale world in my memory has melted the rain and covered the tears quietly. The steps embedded in my heart have become my past, after that, we became strange friends again, holding hands and saying dialogues that didn’t belong to us… Sour and sour, like plum blossom, go straight into your heart and add some chocolate, but you should not eat more… Simple, I used to bind the cover pages of my good friends all my life, locked in memories, accompanied by our smiles and wounds ~ Like (prose editor: prose online) 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…