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Souvenirs denfance, it is the faint tenderness

The first rain after the beginning of summer made the air fresh and cool, even a little cool. Looking at the water on the ground, listening to Richard’s piano song “souvenirs denfance”, suddenly there was a kind of unspeakable feeling, which came to my heart. This scene, the mood at this time, reminded me of the people at that time, the things at that time, the scenery at that time left in spring, I thought that I would take away all my thoughts. I thought that sometimes flowers would bloom and sometimes flowers would die. I once said to myself countless times that I would not think about it again or miss it again, I won’t write any more words related to you, but a piece of music makes all efforts fall like flowers. A scene will remind me of you, a heavy rain will also remind me of you, do you want to leave or do I keep it too much? Are you too cruel or am I too sentimental? Why is my emotion so fragile and my life so wasted? I can’t face myself, but I can’t bear to criticize you, and I don’t want to hate you. I want to hate you and let you run away from my thoughts, but I can’t help it. I have loved you deeply, I can’t afford to hate, and my heart can’t escape this pain and confusion after all. Is God punishing me or do I owe you too much in my previous life? On that year the month, people were at the seaside, listening to the waves of wind, watching the green water moving, and they were full of thoughts. I have you in my dream, the sea is blue, the sky is blue, and my heart is filled with sea water. Now with you, hand in hand the beach, watch the waves Still, White sailing, listen to the Seagull song shallow, fishing boat singing late. The scenery in the eyes is full of happiness and romance. Happiness is actually very simple, just because with your gentle accompany deep spring quiet night, listening to the wind and speeding romance, in the flashing back, all are scenery. Gentle Halo and bright moon, abundant, happy to hold your waist, wake up, I fly in your heart, you gallop in my dream, ten thousand kinds of customs, elegant moonlight in lotus pond, laughing and provoking infatuation. The green grass was shy, sitting and watching the years shuttling through the clouds, listening to the breeze blowing off the toad, walking along like a song. Strayed into lotus flowers profound, tidal surge of emotion surge, writing love painting, standing in the first three students. The stone bank of Qinghe River, supporting a pole wandering, just to draw to you, the heart bank of the spring breeze, the bright moon on the water, is your gentle companion, the small bridge flowing water, is your bright and washable attachment, A bamboo pole carved the memory time on the lonely bluestone bridge, a small boat carrying the poetry of Jiangnan dream. The vicissitudes of time, time flies, the direction of my love changes from change, the other side of my heart has never been stranded, that Penny is romantic, still bright and bright! In spring, I will send you in a stream of Mingche flowing with flowers. The trickle is a thousand words that gurgling. In summer, I want you to be in the silent vast clouds and water, a flute, blowing the ripples of lovesickness like a dream. In autumn, waiting for you beside the lonely and melancholy leaves, flowers blossom and blossom, and the time of falling and dying is as long as the year. In winter, I miss in the lonely snowy night. A rose is a poem signed by the wind in the past few years. Strayed into lotus flowers profound, fold a branch of happiness, look at it happily, and wander in your heart with the fragrance of green leaves. Gazing at the shore, the lights on the shore are full of glory in the starry sky, the dream lingers in the hometown of the sea, the hope of the bright moon hanging high, the clouds are blooming in the starry sky, the fresh wind drives the waves, the heart is fragrant, and a wisp of Tranquility is blooming like a flower. If the Fairy is beautiful, the beauty is lotus fragrance, separating the wind and snow of the red dust, the dust is not dyed, and the city is quietly sung! Looking forward to the missing, hiding a trace of uneasiness, silently looking forward to your appearance, as romantic as before, the desired poetry is as bright as flowers, still nostalgia for it, the regret of lovesickness, drifting past Spring last night. Who cut the time into fireworks? In a flash, I saw the prosperity. Who turned my thoughts into waves? In a blink of an eye, the waves went to the end of the world. Who made love into black hair, looking back, drifting through spring and summer. Who folded the expectation into a window, raised his eyes and was drunk. Xianzhi clothes, how much is it soft? How many wisps of emotion are you complaining about? Green Bamboo, whose long night is thinner? A stream of bright moon, weak who’s sad? Dream is wandering, where is the heart? A sleepless song of “souvenirs denfance” broke the strings and became crazy for a few years, but it couldn’t get around that wisp of light sadness, plain clothes, black hair, deep eyes, just because of your lifelong companionship at that time, I was confused and changed my appearance. All the fragrance bloomed leisurely for you that night. After all, it was a prosperous and lonely scene. The flowers bloom on the other bank, or the cycle of life is missed. Who has a deep love for whom? The bloom of youth, who will hold hands with whom to watch the wine poems Bloom and fall? In the memory of time crisscross, whose tenderness was exiled for thousands of miles, wanruo Lonely flowers, whose heart was captured by love, drunk the color in Shaohua. In the moonlight, endless thoughts have flowed into a river. Who is still waiting? The gentle and restrained eyes that had already passed away were penetrated by the bright moonlight, and the infatuation scattered all over the place stayed together. A leaf of lotus fragrance, green hope, but can’t hold the early summer missing thin. The breeze blows, the floating skirt, slowly as white clouds, souvenirs denfance, is the gentle thread that cannot be opened! The silence filled with pure and bright eyes faded in a blink of an eye, the persistence of simple hand and light twist, full of sleeves, even more leaking in the deep night, the lights were dim, suddenly looking back, but I saw my eyes full of worries, crying alone for such a long night. Who could relieve my waiting in loneliness? Who laughed at my lingering sorrow? Who knows how thin I am? Who shares the tenderness in my poems?

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