Dream back thousands of miles, a curtain of rose fragrance

Lean on your poetic harbor and gallop endless imagination. Spring, cherry blossoms and green willows, on an emotional weekend, I read your words countless times and felt the breeze and moon between the lines. So quietly intoxicated in every undulating wave of your wrist, I didn’t know that the dusk had come and the night was deep. The big room could only hear my pulse passion following the passage. It was dark all around, and only the computer screen was shining with the warmth and tenderness of your true feelings and flowing streams. Deeply, every article follows your emotions, being the captive of your philosophical sentences again and again, thinking about what kind of gentle, natural and unrestrained man you are, which makes me crazy and fascinated, willing to spend an inch of time and an inch of gold in exchange for your selfless spiritual food. When reading your poems, sometimes the heat waves gallop and the waves are surging, sometimes the calmness and indifference are near the end of the world. In meditation, what kind of love Cup you are, and what kind of man who works calmly and carefully. The woman who envied you in your dream should be such a gorgeous beauty. She admired the upright spirit in your poems, the love between heaven and earth, and the heroic spirit of a man. Why not make people admire you, how can you forget you? In the dim light, use the fragrance of your pen and ink to brew a jar of mellow wine, and use its concentration of flying soul to anesthetize my barren nerves. In your strong and comfortable arms, looking for the harbor that has been floating for a long time, in the blue waves of your love sea ripples, gently waving the sail of love in the blue sky you hold up, turned into floating clouds and roamed in your passionate embrace, the moonlight at midnight, the Willow sleeves in the skirt, dancing lightly with my scalding cherry lips, gently kissing your forehead lines and temples, convey my true feelings with silent touching. Because I can’t express it, I don’t know whether you are alone in the years, whether you also feel my missing, and whether you can accept me as a friend without talent. The stars move under the moon, always chasing the brightest big dipper. I hope that when it blinks, I will be moved by my infatuation and send the glitter of love to the distant place, because I know that we have one side under this sky, and I don’t know if you also lean on the Xuan Lan and look up at the stars. The bright moonlight seems to be just for me to take care of tenderness and convey your love gently. Then I stretch out my hands to touch the veil and moon curtain you gave me and jump to the moon, drunk into your dreams, with a romantic atmosphere, put a smile on your mouth. From your brilliant poems and articles, I was deeply impressed by your unrestrained enthusiasm, and accompanied me through the dead of night with thousands of lights. I was alone. Pick up the feeling of overflowing Foreign love that you left, pillow a Hunan spring night, accompany me to dream back thousands of miles, a curtain of rose fragrance. I don’t have too many extravagant hopes, and I don’t want to mess up your peace recklessly. I just want to be one of your many friends and share your joy and sorrow, feel your strong brilliance closely. Guard and breathe quietly. Until one day, you also felt my breath and I am indispensable friend. I just want to have a world that belongs to us, talk about the texture of poems and books freely with magnanimous feelings, get drunk in the ink sea of literary waves, dance in the lines of poems and poems, and spend the rest of my life together. Eternal feelings need pure and long time, fine sand, washing and training, and precipitate essence in the test of time. Lean on your poetic harbor, Gallop endless imagination love, when the night is quiet, spread out the blank love in your heart with your words, lonely time, use your cup of love to melt hazy thoughts like, when it is dark, use your pen to write the light of passion like, when you are hungry, fill your charm with my whole soul like, when you are happy, share joy with you and enjoy a hundred years Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) 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. 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