Miss Black and White

When your ears itch, someone misses you. That’s what old people say. Sometimes we always divide our hearts into two halves, one is tied to our hometown, and the other is left to other places. When the plum blossom blossomed in lunar December, I would think of someone who was going to celebrate her birthday; So I sent her a greeting card and received her sweet smile! When the pear flower fell in March, I would think of someone shedding tears; So I sent her a comfort and received her warm spring thoughts! When the lotus powder in June was gone, I would think of someone singing lotus songs, so I wrote a poem for her and received her pink thoughts! When the frost leaves turned red in September, I would think of someone who was climbing high; So I wrote a story for her and received a red kinship from her! Our hearts often do not belong to ourselves or to one person, so our ears feel itchy casually, and then we secretly hide in a corner where no one can see, thinking about one person. I know that our world is diverse, our space is multidimensional, and our story is colorful. When today’s ears itch again, I think of you! I left my home and my child thinking about you attentively. At that moment, how affectionate and faithful I am! Because, I didn’t forget you! But at that moment, I left my home and my child thinking about you intently. How ruthless I am! Because, when I think of you, my love, I start smuggling! When we divided a heart into two and a half, I suddenly found that the world used to have day and night, and our life also had Sunshine and Shadow. So my lover, please don’t blame me for selfishness. When plum blossom is blooming; When Pear Blossom is falling; When Lotus pollen is gone; When autumn leaves are red, I may think of someone occasionally. So my friend, please don’t blame me for selfishness either. In the Qingming Festival of Apricot blossom in March; In the Dragon Boat Festival of gardenia in May; In the mid-autumn festival of osmanthus in August; In the spring festival of camellia in lunar December, I want to keep a home and stay with someone! So this morning, I will think of you because my ears itch; So at that dusk, I will accompany her because of the red sunset. I finally know deeply that missing is only the black and white of this world. 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…

Through years of pain

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