Infatuated, dancing alone in words

In such a quiet night, facing the window, I like to open the computer and talk with my heart with words. Lonely back, through the thin night, kite in the wind, blowing mottled tree shadow. In the distance, there seemed to be a sound penetrating the pipe, sliding over the strings, beating the lute, jumping into the night one after another, turning into beating notes, passing through the ears with the wind of the night, get into the chest in the hazy darkness. The gloomy past is like the rain beads hanging over the window, and the thoughts are also like the wind coming this night, flying freely. How many thoughts and dreams, intoxication and obsession have been drawn by the prosperity of the past. Standing in the deep of the silent night, standing on the petals of the ground, picking up the colorful memory, holding it in the palm of your hand, it condenses into a dreamy intoxicating emotion, pouring down the chance of life. The slender rain flowers, with soft memories, fell into dim mud in the night, damp under the sky. In the rainy night of poetic style and rhyme of Tang and Song dynasties, the sorrow of this world is washed away in the dream of the dust in the past for thousands of years. The clear voice of Ren Guyun flows in the wind, echoing and lingering in my heart. Your shadow touches my mind, like a piece of clear smoke, rising and flourishing in the wasteland of the soul. In the gentle wind and drizzle, the soft night wind blows lightly. I express my feelings in my heart with immature words, sing young nursery rhymes and speak the language of time in a calm tone. As time goes by, a spoony feeling is remembered in the lingering blog post, parked on the tired shoulders, lingering in the eaves of dreams. Being infatuated is so unforgettable. I picked up the rain Silk, weaved it into colorful brocade notes, then hid in my arms, passed through the pink walls and tiles of Tang Dynasty, crossed the smoke cage and cloud cover of Song Dynasty, and made flowers as clothes and water as clothes, the pan-blue boat breaks through the clouds and water, opens a pair of invisible wings and flies gracefully towards your direction. I always think that you live in the distant sky, but who knows that you have always lived in my heart, always accompanying my breath; I always think that you are far away from me, who knows that your back is so long that I can see you even when I lower my head and look up. The heart rises and falls between the words, and the soul vibrates on the words; Then it is entangled with you painfully or lingering as much as you like. A piece of plain paper carries the Eaglewood in the bottom of my heart, Haggard becomes a thin word while waiting, and this life is only half a beautiful paragraph. Ups and downs in mind, quietly climbed up the finger. The scenery on the road was as clear as yesterday. No matter the way back after confusion or the awakening after falling down and intoxicated, I was walking alone for many days. Through thousands of miles, I am thinking, worrying, stubbornly loving my love and living a lonely life all the time. The thousand-year oath is deposited into the infatuated words of this life, walking alone in this lonely world, only for the moment of brilliance of the flowing light of the soul and the body. Some people say that my words are melancholy, sensitive, slender and graceful like a girl. In fact, they didn’t mention the point. My writing is the same as my character, and there is a kind of idiot. Delusion is a kind of modality of life and a kind of inherent character. I admit that I am an infatuated person. In fact, ages idiot there are a lot. Jia Baoyu was one of them. Whenever he was, he would remain innocent and infatuated. 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That shade before and

I don’t know how long it took to return to that banyan tree. Anyway, every time I went to my cousin when I was young, I always groped for something under that tree and played there for a whole day with obsession. That is a banyan tree. It is not as simple, simple, elegant and melodious as described in the book; Nor is there any romantic and elegant person who writes poems and paintings before, which is full of interest. It’s just a small tree for decades. Next to it was a shabby Primary School, and the shade almost covered the door. The Crown is not very thick and dense, but it can attract a little cool breeze and countless cicadas in hot and dry weather. So I sat below for a long time, and my ears couldn’t help buzzing. I was very ignorant when I was a child, and I only thought that the person who played the glass beads was a powerful person. When you are free, you will break this complex and make it cool. When the sunlight spread all over the branches, they played and chased, which made passers-by happy: these kids! Under the shade of the tree, I never described dreams, never understood that I was heartbroken, just spent every day curiously, and the casual kindness was not so strange and distant. Until every day, I had to repeat my student life, running around the 2.1 line between dormitory and school every day. Now I still like the clear and noisy shade, but I have already lost the feeling we share under the shade, ignoring the loneliness you have. Will you feel it? Could it be that you will also leave away from me. It isolates 18-year-old youth here. It seems that I once dreamed of falling with you and returning to the shade together. But when I wake up, who is lost? Maybe, a window, two worlds? By chance, I broke into your world again. Next to You are a group of young children who are laughing sweetly and chasing each other. The leaves seemed to be infected with this taste, shaking their heads. I seem to see me once. Is it because I am old? The Banyan Tree still snuggled beside the primary school, and its bottom was covered with gray and black rotten fallen leaves. The oval leaves hung in the mid-air, yellow and tender. Stretched out his hand to move forward, but stopped. What are you still sentimental about? Bale, Bale. Suddenly, the wind passed by, and the ground was broken. At this time, how many ruthless fallen leaves are there. Buddha said: one flower, one world, one leaf, one heaven. That tree is full of many sustenance. Summer is quiet, and I will come again in cool autumn. When I stayed in my spare time for another day and then went to the shade of the tree, I felt nothing in my heart, only to see some gorgeous ruins. Like (prose editor: prose online) 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…