Small pendant ticket

I like to collect a thin ticket at the end of each journey, add labels, clip it in a book on the head of the bed, and sleep with those deep and shallow footprints. In the romantic summer, white clouds floated, sitting alone in the carriage, watching the scenery passing by outside the window hurriedly, those people and things locked in the amber of time by tears and smiles, flashing like dancing, I won’t go for a long time. However, I don’t know if there is such a person, who likes large tracts of rape flowers on the fields, looks at the small village near the mountains outside the window quietly, and likes those endless mountains. The ticket is just like a bright song of departure with ups and downs, with hazy prelude, farewell chorus and quiet escape tail. I enjoyed this delicate and soft rhyme, and then all the foreshadowing ended, and began to miss the meeting after a long time. After a long time, the memory of the journey gradually woke up. I looked at the cool night like water faintly, thinking of the trees under the heavy rain. Facing the wind direction, their waves tilted into a unified posture, holding hands, like a support in the wind and rain. I get used to getting close to the trees and watching them standing there without any overbearing. My heart is shady. Occasionally, my eyes accidentally touched the ticket marked by the old time, and the frozen picture spread out automatically bit by bit. The desperate, manic, sad, overjoyed, impulsive deep inside, humble complex, like toxins, is permeated and absorbed. Through the baptism of trees, in these silent years, life derives such vigorous green leaves. The geography I watched was a little far away. The story is so clear that it looks like the obvious wooden structure of the annual rings. With the preferred lead character, it circled around the place where the ticket terminal was leveled, stroke by stroke, and then put it into a big light brown envelope. Some things can only flow carefully with head bent, just like those handwriting, which seems to be just to make a gesture to retain forgetting. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) 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…