Find a chair near the West Lake

There is a chair near the West Lake, a chair where you can see spring. In the spring accompanied by the sound of the piano, the blue waves of the lake were full of Lotus, one, one, showing the noble growth without surprise. The jade-like leaves dressed the lakeside in the most splendid posture. Is who? Who stood by the misty lake, blowing a flute and singing, and wrote a lovesickness with red paper, which smoothed my sadness of frowning. I still remember the purple road with willows and willows, the skirt fluttering and the clothes fluttering. You took my hand and sang happily all the way, splashing the sunshine behind your back, looking for the safety of blooming, waiting for the brilliance of a flower. It was a scene of memory that could not be lost, full of green trees and flowers and passing breeze. The blooming smile and long lingering lingered between fingers. What does the flashy world do with us? We stay in the emotion of non-dyed fireworks, leaving the spring flowers fragrant with ink, melodious melody with listening, and laughing with inexplicable heartache. I tried to describe a wonderful future with a word, but the person who was with me gradually became blurred. The glittering spring, so hurry to leave, beautiful flowers can not keep spring. There is no agreement, no expectation, and the blooming flowers finally don’t understand the joys and sorrows of the world. Maybe, maybe next year’s flowers will bloom more prosperous, but we have to separate, each side of the world. Another spring of the year, the sky is still such a tile blue tile blue, but where is the beautiful time parked? It’s still this season, or this Lakeside, and this row of willow chairs. You are no longer the one who loves flowers, and I still carry the skirt against the fragrance of flowers. The bright light yellow and dark green coexist, and the pure sunshine flows between the leaves. The slight pain moistens the corners of the eyes, and the sadness is like the grass buds in spring, which germinates quietly. The memory is like a flower, falling down to the bleak ground, and the only thing left in my heart is the lake water. Forget. I can’t forget your inability to leave, your frustration, and even the falling season. No longer ask where you have gone, let the time run over your skin gently, with the speed of the wind. This shore is me, and the other shore is you. We were close to each other all the time, and we were no longer wandering. The ending always appeared at sunset, crumpled the brocade of Xizi Lake, trying to cover the fallen yearning. Now, the only luxury is to sit alone by the lake and watch the water flow like time. Gently pick up a leaf of residual Lotus in the old dust and float the heart of the petal on the water. At this time, I was hijacked by some derived desires, chewing a rhythm called waiting, stringing up the fallen flowers on my shoulders to make pieces of deep feeling. Even so, I am waiting for you, as always. Please allow me to give you the last bit of tenderness. Please don’t neglect this tenderness. If I can’t forget each other, I should express my feelings with ink and paper, and spread the cold and thin heart aside, otherwise the flowing sadness would seem to have no reason. Find a chair by Xizi Lake, a chair belonging to you and me. Look, the clouds are rolling and the clouds are SHU; Listen, the flowers bloom and fall. 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…