In this life, you are the warmth in my words [3]]

Tonight I read the poem you wrote to me, and then my heart was like a tide again. I really cried. Do you still remember your Cher, and in the more than a year since we met, we wrote a book for me, “the flowers on the other shore bloom on the other shore”. What else in this world can make people moved by such warmth? The stories of Lin Huiyin and Xu Zhimo are well known and appreciated by everyone, but they do not have our natural and unrestrained mentality or our true warmth. When we encourage and bless each other again and again, my emotions have been sublimated. It is a great happiness to keep warm each other in words. The breeze rolled up my memory and lifted it to my cheek, so I remembered my childhood again. My childhood had you and your childhood had snow in winter, so stories of my chihthood filled our lives with flowers, we are all the unlockable scenery in each other’s hearts. Your Poetry reminds me of the days when we used to write letters to each other. I am in the south, you are in the north, my May wheat field is ripe for the season, but your North is still enchanting with ice and snow. So I mailed you two golden wheat in the envelope, so you wrote “to friends-Cher”. Do you know how I felt when I saw this poem again? Moved and warm. In fact, I wanted to say that there is no story between us, but I always like to read your letter. Your grass and Sun have been printed in my heart. Every time I receive a letter, I will be secretly happy for a while; When I find that I have not received a response after the letter is sent, the mood is lost. And the feeling of loss immediately disappeared at the moment when I received the letter the next day. From writing letters to replying letters, your sister and my sister passed back and forth. They were in the same class, and we had already left the campus. Our Little Sister became a voluntary correspondent for you and me since she was hot, and every day she also hoped that they would bring you and me the echo of missing thoughts in the evening after school. We had a wonderful time waiting for and expecting little sister to spend unconsciously when she came home from school in your letters. I miss those days when I wrote letters with a pen, the feelings flowing from the tip of the pen, and the reverie in those days of waiting for letters. I miss the way of communication and expression like paper letters, I miss those happy and comfortable, poetic and beautiful days of writing letters more; I miss the little happiness that you miss. But now, everything will never come back again. Only these yellow old memories accompany me through every lonely and uneasy time. That Old Time is really good! Face melon, do you still remember the days when I wrote letters together, and the days when I wrote letters were also waiting. Waiting for the information of the other party became a kind of happiness. At that time, we all folded the letters paper crane or paper plane, and explained what we wanted to say casually, just like the spring water in our heart, slowly flowing into the memory, making people unforgettable. Now I put on skewers emotion, but I don’t know how to release it. If love is sad, I would like to taste it. Pick up the fragments of joy from the past and combine them with a green hills and clear waters sunset red, so that the promise of love can walk into the eternal memory of the lingering years. When Love passes away, I hope that autumn rain will fall. When Sycamore yellow leaves drift to zero, it will be temporarily stranded. When I am brave and some love is coming, it may be a different ending. Every time I read the familiar handwriting, I seem to see the body shape of the other person, but also read the heart of the other person. The days of writing letters are waiting days, and waiting seems to be a beautiful beginning. Reading those familiar words, those days of writing letters and those stories related to letters appeared in front of me one by one, gradually becoming clear. The scene of love, that person quickly fixed the frame, condensed into eternity, and turned into beautiful scenes presented in front of my eyes, arousing many beautiful memories of me. Meet, raise the glass, taste the bitterness. Aftertaste, the fingertips are covered with wheat fragrance. Get together, don’t like or sad, don’t say an extra word. Blessing, fixed in the past, or distance or slightly warm. I like the quiet night without XINGX, although it makes me feel scared, lonely and lonely, bringing me helpless loneliness. But it can hide me in the boundless night and enjoy a person’s night alone. Night, so quiet, so quiet that I have no worries, no fear, completely calm in my own world, there is a trace of sadness, a trace of sadness, not willing to be remembered by anyone. Let me daydream about the future in the boundless night, lick the pain in my heart alone, the I am in the night is so small, so fragile and helpless to talk in the dark, facing the struggle of true feelings, in contradiction, how can the pain in my heart be relieved. At night, it will not reveal that little secret. An autumn rain and a cold, you say, the North is cooling down. So I walked quietly on the shore of time, looking through the sea of clouds wiped by the autumn wind, I wanted to say to you: add more clothes and pay attention to your body. Since the reunion after the farewell, two years of online career, the most romantic and legendary time is that sentence I asked you a: Am I there? You said, I have been waiting for you. Moved, flowing down the river, rushed into every corner of my heart, so the busy ten fingers flew on the keyboard, one after another questions, one after another encouragement, one after another care slipped in the thin cracks of light. Later, I learned to write articles, and learned to accumulate the sporadic years and the happiness of the days. In the article, I have my current happiness and relatives from my hometown, as well as the heavy ploughing black land of my hometown clear skies, the soaring doves, the rolling Songtao soybean sorghum and the smiling page by page in my mother’s wrinkles, and you and I have a young and ignorant childhood. However, we all feel at ease with those memories, just like looking at the crowd coming and going, waiting for the smile of knowing each other, which fine and glossy our years of little happiness, that kind of little happiness is related to the day but not to love. Thinking of our childhood, your vague and clear eyes once made me remember that it made me forget for a moment. In that era when free love was contraband, we were childlike but ambitious. Letters one after another calmly conveyed encouragement and articles. Liking literature is our common hobby, and what we write is only the superficial writing and tender heart words of carefree childhood. At that time, we were still children, so we could play coquetry and shed tears as much as possible. We talked without walking, and said our troubles happily all day long. We are not the lovers who sit in the opposite side and fall in love with each other. We are not the petals with waves of light in the prosperous years. We are so simple that we can only understand that life is connected by one starting point and end point after another. I know you like to drink bitter coffee because you think suffering is a very interesting taste. Just as your life has experienced wind and rain and the last sweetness. Life gives you too much sweetness and bitterness, and you accept it as calmly as you face bitter coffee. Life is just like the bitter coffee on the table, bitter and astringent, but without losing its uniqueness and intriguing. You walk on the road of life carefully, only seeking truth and reality, and fight for a world that belongs to you. At this time, my blessing to you is true, sincere and true. In this quiet time, we all walked for a long time, really, a little tired. The days are still going on and the cycle is going on, some monotony and some silence, and we are hiding in this monotony and silence stories that we don’t think are imaginary. From then on, I looked at you quietly, and you blessed me without missing any trace. In the future, we will spend our whole life waiting for the pure land shared by that party. Open the window of life, on the 40-year-old landscape, life has become more wonderful. The landscape is far away, the blue sky is holy, and the green land is warm. The clouds are light and the sky is blue, the waves are green, the burning eyes are condensed, and the eternal in wrinkles is tacit. Therefore, the silent smile solidified in the feelings of life. Dignified, perfect, telling a never-tired attachment. A pot of unstrained liquor, lamenting how the world is like the wind, how can you forget the silhouette you once met. This night, we didn’t cross our knees to sing, and we were affectionate, nor was it the legendary end of the world. And our days are all devout days, watching a corner to know each other and blessing the most harmonious scenery in the world. True love is a poem of friendship. The vast journey is still red-faced, which makes the persistent soul witness what is the high mountain and wide water, write down the messy poems that record the mood, and there is a kind of flashy sadness. Suddenly Looking back, danyue is like Frost. Dust degree spring and autumn keep the winter and summer, and draw lovesickness fragments in ink painting every day. I like to step in light steps and crush the moonlight. The past of Liuxiang was full of tenderness, quiet, calm, and the heart was boundless. Unexpectedly, the unexpected care seemed to return to the starting point of life. Weakness is the scenery of lovers. I never pretend to be weak in front of you. I saw a boundary in the void, and there was no pure spirit after passing it. The first love is just a sad little thing between the right distance and the moment of heart, we have never formed a story. The only thing I remember and hide is my first love.

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