Travel with dreams, don’t want to wake up

Everyone who passes by on the road of youth will get the gift from God, which is a beautiful dream of being packed into delicate pockets one by one. So in that wonderful season, we started a romantic journey with dreams. A little flower, imagine that there is an elf like a Thumbelina in it, and we begin to have a small dream. The little dream slept in the Little Flower, and quietly blossomed with the flower. Just this little flower, unexpectedly encountered an autumn wind. When the wind came, the Little Flower was a little excited. Finally, it could not be the Little Flower in the greenhouse. It went on a long journey with the autumn wind. The wind took away the little flower and the life, and the once delicate and charming turned into withered, the Little Flower sighed in the soil and shouldn’t want to fly too early. A maple forest, the maple leaves in autumn are particularly red and eye-catching. Maple leaves full of trees on the mountain tell the story of autumn. You set up the collar of the trench coat and tighten the belt of the trench coat to prove that you are mature enough to prevent wind and rain from coming. You picked it greedily and covered your whole life. Suddenly you didn’t know which piece could accompany you to move forward. In an ocean, you think of the legend of Wangfu Stone, the sad and beautiful story and waiting bear the crazy dream of how many people. The sea has been blue for hundreds of millions of years. In front of this eternal blue, a life of several decades is so tiny. Blue, Beach, Sunshine, everything is so attractive. I want to jump into the sea, touch the blue skin of the sea, and listen to the emotional singing of the sea. The sea is so vast and deep that I am eager to meet the person who can ferry for our world of mortals. This search is like the pain and hardship of grinding sand into pearls. A crude boat ferry to a pine forest. In the snow-covered white world, pine trees were standing proudly. Pieces of tiny leaves, like rows of dense needles, will see blood when slightly touched. Ordinarily, we are no longer afraid of stabbing pain, but have sensitive nerves. An old song, Look Back Again “look back again/cloud cut off the way back/look back again/there will be no hard old dream tonight. The sound of flowers drops the soul of dreams. When the flowers fall, I don’t want to wake up Like (prose editor: yuiran) 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…