February** Dynamic Incentive Program
Text: Fei Fei. 
When I miss you, you are close, close in front of you, not around.
When I miss you, you are far away.
Far away in the sky, but in the heart.
There is no moon tonight, and the stars are dotted.
Falling flowers follow the wind, and the wind returns to the sky.
Meet in your dreams and sleep with you.
The dawn dissipates and the fragrance of flowers fills the face.
Long hair floats and is filled with soft light.
Singing songs, time slows down.
If ......If you miss it, will you be a tsunami?
Fortunately, the thoughts are silent, otherwise it will be deafening.
Thoughts are like white horses, since the dawn, without stopping.
Today, I miss you a little bit.
Because there is a little sun in my heart.
That's why it's heart-pounding every day.
Because I know I can't live without you.
So I will cherish it more.
To me, your very existence is a ray of light.
I will always love the evening breeze and the sunset.
Love, either not starts, or for a lifetime.
Your eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, and you describe one romantic summer after another in my poems, so all the melancholy words are covered with flowers.
My pen and ink do not understand elegance, but I have also opened the sunset for you in a cloudy day, and the beautiful sunset is smeared into a continuous love story on the letterhead.
The heart brushes the branches outside the window, and the past rustles with the evening wind.
The years are dumb in the old poems, but you are the only concern in my barren words.
Your name. I've counted a few of them.
It's an uninvited regular, on my scratch paper.
Your name. It's like a familiar song.
Give me a majestic life, tears pouring down.
Your name is the richest stick poem.
Even though there are thousands of words in my heart, there are only 20 payments.
Write a few lines of nostalgia and heart, and point three waves of ripples with the wind.
Your name. It's like beating again and again.
Give me a shallow heart, give me a dream.
Give me the leaves, give me the rain.
Give me peace of mind, give me a mood.
A gentle breeze blows.
It's not that cold anymore today.
The night came as scheduled, and the blue was deep.
But tonight there are no stars in my sky.
In the dark, there is no light to be seen.
In his eyes, there was only pain.
I always wake up in the middle of the night.
The nightmare interrupted my dream.
I always want to be a light feather or a butterfly or a bird.
But the shackles of fate handcuffed my hands and locked my throat.
The breath is solemn, and the body is heavy.
Even the moonlight that fell on his body became cold.
It's heavy, like a river in the cold winter, and the frozen fish can't move or breathe.
What about my spring?
I can't see the spring flowers blooming and the birds falling on the branches.
A lonely fish in an icy river.
With the advent of warm spring, it will sink to the bottom of the river forever.