Autumn and Winter Check-in Challenge
The sun is twilight and the spring is cold on the west building, and the flow of the year is like water in spring and autumn.
Asking Yuesi at the window was speechless, and it was difficult to comfort and cause sorrow.
- Inscription. Outside the window, the moonlight pours down, the breeze blows on my face, the spring night always makes people feel bleak, and the single in my ear loops the old song echoing in my ears, and the lyrics sting my sadness.
The night is like water, the thin shadow is wandering under the moon, who reads the wind through the window, and is cool alone. Tonight, the flowers fall, leaning on the building to listen to the wind, the memory passes through the green smoke and fog, bypasses the full moon in the west building, and blurs into the nine soft intestines in the heart.
A season of peach blossoms is remnant, and a song of tears hurts.
Occasionally, I miss a certain place, because it used to be my yearning and you, and after the passage of time, it is no longer what it was at the beginning, maybe the place is still there, and the person who longs for it has gone to ...... far away
I just remember an inexplicable beginning, wandering in the summer sun, the bright light, through that window, just collided with your gaze ......
At that time, you and I were young and dreamy.
Like a person, in the dead of night, the mind outlines the past in the mind, the years are ruthless, mottled the memory, leaving endless sadness, scattered behind the melancholy ......
The tranquil evening breeze gently swept the hairline, and a chill awakened the ethereal memory.
Time flies, when sad whispers cut off the experience, memories can no longer be connected, and the thoughts are ethereal and constantly wandering.
Thinking of those familiar familiarities, I don't know how to talk about my state of mind at this time, and I ...... deep regret and loneliness in my heart
The lonely years, the people who can't stop, the things that can't stay, too many memories that can't be picked up, only some ups and downs, full of pale memories.
Walking in the world, there are very few people who can read themselves, and it is not easy to meet people with the same breath in the vast sea of people, which takes too much time and too much fate to tie in.
You and I used to be one of them, only seeing a good beginning, but not predicting each other's endings......
Memories are always so beautiful, some memories can be written on paper a little bit of shallow memory, and some feelings can only be written in the bottom of the heart.
How many times have you walked under the moon, unforgettable, the initial appearance of the acquaintance, unforgettable, and has written thousands of poems for you.
Those paper chapters full of contemplation, the words are short and long, how helpless, hidden in them, you can't imagine.
If I could choose to remember, I would rather someone give me a recipe so that I could learn to forget.
The breeze chases the dream, the floating clouds look at it from afar, there are many winds and rains, and the love is unforgettable in the depths.
Memories of the years, say goodbye to the past, choose a fragrance, let it drift with the wind, and then turn the thoughts into a fade ......
Some people say: "The best healing is the vicissitudes of time, you can waste the time in your memory, you can blur the scars in your heart, selectively forget, and then slowly dry your sorrows" ......
Time flies, in a blink of an eye, the flowers have fallen, only the fate of the self-generated incense, counting the bits and pieces of the past on the red dust road, going through the vicissitudes of the years, one farewell and two wide, two and two forget ......