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Monthly archives: September, 2021

Waiting for you to love me

The raindrops on the eaves of the window fell on the air conditioner outside the window, patting and patting. Raindrops splashed with cold water in the crisp patting sound. In such a weather of burial flowers, I like to play the song “tick” of Kan Kan in a loop, reclining on the recliner and listening …

Core Wall

The train walked into the tunnel locally. The long darkness was like her covering his eyes. When she burst into laughter and loosened her hand, she was suddenly occupied by the light. Just take a ride like this and walk into Buddha Dawn and night. Where is it? When is this time? He raised his …

Time, lost to love

Time is like a blink of an eye. It has been more than five years since you entered the Society unconsciously. When you see students who are carrying schoolbags in a hurry, it reminds you of a period of past in the memory of the students’ times, the dark thoughts were engraved with the Green …

Sing along time, such a beautiful time

Sing along time, we are so beautiful. Sunshine, warm; Time, long; People, is blue. Walking on the edge of the quiet good years, I took your hand and walked on the edge of the river. At that moment, the time continued, while the heart became eternal. Time seems to be not a wonderful thing. It …

The drizzle, whose heart is wet

I like this season and the rain. Often, the night is quiet, holding the favorite green tea, facing the window, listening to the rain. The rain fell on the sycamore leaves outside the window, so light and soft. The leaves enjoyed the touch of drizzle and danced happily in the dark night. I prefer to …

Love petals

A gardener friend told me that love is a bud of flower bud. When you peel off the first petal, you will feel a kind of wet clump covering your fingertips, it is filled with your heart, brewing over your heart, Misty your eyes, and the most beautiful state is like a dream. You can’t …

Unspeakable Secrets

In this world, no one is destined to be who. There is no one, who is who and who is all his life. If the fate comes, it will gather, and if the fate goes away, it will be scattered. Who is your original unforgettable heart? Who is the mixed happiness of your life? At …

The little thing of first love

Whether, in an afternoon, there is Qiuyang, a whirling shadow, a willow, a dust-like edge. Or, a poem, a breeze, and the charming past reminds you of the little thing of your first love. The meridians in the hands turn up, and the meridians in the heart rise. I remember that summer, the grass was …

If you like, I would like to always there for you

Flowers bloom and fall, time flies, and silently observe the cycle of time, quietly watching the steps of time leave a shallow mark, listening to the breeze of memory shake up layers of ripples, in the youth of the past life is destined to meet. Counting the memory of words, along the way, through the …