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I write my love on the staff, because how lonely it is to have no notes perched on the staff, I write the text into a movement, I hope that you and I will play an endless symphony. (BGM "Dripdripdrip" Music Therapy)

It's Not a Love Letter (Title)

For me, writing a love letter is a different thing than writing a love song or a love poem, and I religiously do many rituals to make it more solemn.

For example, clean my hands, make my hand holding the pen and holding the staff more pure, which should also brush away some dust from my heart.

For example, burning incense, I must add Su Hexiang to the burnt charcoal in the Boshan furnace and smoke it over a slight fire, because Su Hexiang can cure heart disease, I don't know if the fresh fragrance at this moment can make my mind feel calmer.

For example, be sure to use Shizuku's bamboo forest ink and write it on the stave covered with black lines, so that the green handwriting will grow like moss all over the black city wall.

I would never mention "love", which is both vulgar and flattering.

Even if I search my stomach, I will find a more appropriate word, saying that I don't want to possess and have no intention of coveting. Any sorrow, any trouble, any ups and downs, will only ecmerely overshadow it.

I will not talk to you about the trivial things of daily life, which will show my ignorance and mediocrity.

I am only willing to rely on this communion of inspiration to bring comfort to each other at all times, like the light of a shooting star, shining on my tired dreams, and always having a comfort, even when parting.

I would like to understand the meaning of the word 'eternal'. Put the meaning of tragedy into ordinary life, and be a pious person. Because I am tired of the fickle things of the world, and I am tired of the fickle moods of myself.

I want to watch the rain in the thatched pavilion and the ants on the rockery. Watch butterflies fall in love, watch spiders build webs. Look at the water, look at the boat, look at the clouds, watch the waterfall, watch you sleep sweetly.

When I found you, it was like I found my true self. Without you, even if I love a hundred people, or a hundred people love me. My soul will remain forever. You are unique.

I don't want to call myself a genius (geniuses are much more pitiful than ordinary people), but I feel that if a person is lucky enough to meet a friend with whom he loves him, this friend is much more precious than the whole world...... If I have hope, then I hope that we do not die in the same space, only at the same time.

We are all superfluous people in the world, but at least we are the most important people in the world to each other.

I want to write poetry, write about rain, write about the lovesickness of the night, write about you, but I can't write it.

I don't even know what I've written. I hope you don't think I'm talking gibberish.

I drove alone, and walked through the Yan'an Road viaduct, and the sun was setting. My eyes were full of molten gold, and I thought of you again.

I used to think that the encounter must be a book and a poem, a painting, a song and a song. It is necessary to save people under the horse's hooves in the downtown area, and take shelter from the rain in the barren mountains and broken temples.

It is the hero who saves the beauty and offends with a word. It's the fire to keep warm, and listen to the wind and rain all night. I want to visit the garden and suddenly hear the beautiful woman laughing, and I turn my head and see the peach blossoms blooming.

It is ten thousand peach blossoms that have lost their color, and it is better than ten miles of spring breeze. It's you who smile and look back, and you want me to shine thousands of times. It can be used to compose poetry and music. Be so poetic.

Later, I thought that the encounter must be a door that must be pushed open in this life.

Behind the door is a bright and sunny day, and the grass is prosperous. It's you who hold the sheet music. The four eyes meet, and the eye waves flow. You know when you see it. Meeting is like reunion.

Push open this door and use all your strength and the luck of a lifetime.

Knowing that there is you on the other side of the door, you don't keep anything anymore and do your best.

It's so unscrupulous.

Later, I thought that the encounter must have been an indefinite and purposeful trip. It is necessary to wear the stars and the moon, and overcome thorns and thorns.

It is necessary to go through the vicissitudes of time and the troubles of the world, and to endure the silent world and the empty long streets.

If you want to get off the wrong bus and get off the wrong station, you have to cry for a long night, and you can't sleep.

It's to climb over the fence and stand in front of you.

It is to stand in front of you in the face of the wind and snow.

It is to pretend to be fated and stand in front of you.

It was countless coincidences that deceived a stop. Be so real.

I thought I was looking in the middle of nowhere, listening to the wind coming from the subway and the sea of people. It's a thousand sails and a thousand hairstyles.

The wait was slow and long, but knowing you were coming, you waited.

That's it.

I thought I couldn't wait, but luckily and unfortunately, we each went through all the hardships and finally met, even though it wasn't romantic or beautiful, even though we were the closest and farthest relationship in the world.

But in fact, in this long life, what does it matter how to meet, as long as I believe that I came to this world once, just to meet you once, just for this moment of billions of light years, as long as you can love me deeply once, I am willing to shorten this long life to a moment in retrospect.

Look, I actually said such a heavy word as love, I think you will laugh at my childishness.

But really, for me, instead of grinding my life in sporadic thoughts, it is better to give up a qiē for this moment of indulgence.

If time can indulge me and you a little more, then I will grind them into powder and carefully treasure them one by one.

Put it in the drawer of memory, and when my gray hair is gray, take it out and savor it carefully, I hope you can also like my humble imagination.

I want to fold my past life into a paper airplane that flies freely, carrying all the secrets of my childhood, desperately flying towards you.

That way you can have the whole time of our separation from each other the moment you see me.

I don't really know what love is, I just like two people to do one thing.

But as long as I do anything with you, I will feel very happy. I'd like to treat you to a cup of coffee. If you like sweet, then we'll have a vanilla latte.

If you like bitterness, then we have a glass of Mandheling.

Actually, I'd rather order a cappuccino so I can wipe the cream foam off your lips.

I want to buy an oversized music headphone. So that we can put our faces to face, wear the same headphones, listen to the same love songs, and even have the same heartbeat.

I want to stay up late with you to watch the World Cup. We wore the same or different jerseys, colourful flags painted on our faces, and our tables were filled with snacks and large beers to cheer on our favorite teams. We cheered together for their victory, and we wept together for their defeat.

I want to walk hand in hand with you through every famous scenic spot and nameless street corner, to see the sunset over the desert lonely river, and to listen to the mountain wind and rain and snow. I want to experience all kinds of unknowns with you, and I want you to lean on my shoulder. You look at the scenery, I look at you.

I'm also going to install an astronomical telescope in the attic to point to the endless, deep night sky. I hope to find a shining nameless star in the brilliant Milky Way and give it your name. So that I can watch the night sky alone, just like I keep watch over you......

I may not like you for a reason, although there may be a reason, such as you are smart, you are pure, you are sensible, you are beautiful, you are a good person, etc., but the main reason is probably that you are completely suitable for my tastes. Therefore you still know that I am selfish, so you need not be grateful to me.

If I had to give a detailed reason, I actually like you because you are the only person I know who cannot be classified. The only one who does not need any form of "collectivism". The only one who has not been infected by the epidemic and caught a cold. All people are afraid of loneliness, so a circle is needed. But you're in your own corner, far away, carving your own time.

It suddenly occurred to me that the double law of peace in the world lives up to its promise. When you meet, you are as important as faith, and the most precious things in the world are also open to you. The boat helps people cross the river, and you help me survive the world.

Speaking of which, thank you for teaching me how brilliant loneliness is to life in this world of rubbing shoulders.

At last, I'm alone, in this star-studded night, and the wind whispering through the cracks in the window is not a reason for me to miss you. The soft glow of the old desk lamp, crawling all over the cramped paper, is not the way I miss you.

Neither.

I should say something hard, like winter thunder and summer snow are separated, or I should say something round, like the hand of the hand of the hand. It's always about saying something.

I'm afraid that when youth is scribbled into the past, there will be no mood and no time to confess my thoughts. I'm afraid that I'll wait for you all over the bluestone bridge, so you come with an oil-paper umbrella and go away on a canopy boat.

I remembered Tsvetaeva saying that I want to live with you, in a small town, sharing endless dusk, and endless bells.

I thought so too.

But I have neither a handsome appearance, nor a humorous speech, and even from time to time I will do some stupid and narrow things, and say some superficial and boring things. I wish that after such a long life, I can accompany you with an interesting and well-behaved person.

In fact, it is just three words, twenty-four turns, I actually babbled and talked for a long time. You're so smart, you'll laugh at me for not being literate, and you're getting more and more pedantic. But if you don't get tired of listening, I'd like to ask you for advice for the rest of my life.

I don't know under what circumstances you'll see these trivial and meaningless handwriting. Whether you are sitting on the sofa in your new home in a loose cotton T-shirt, who is busy washing dishes in the kitchen, or who are you standing next to you at the wedding scene, are you crying and laughing, or are you laughing and crying?

I don't know, the only thing I know is that you in a wedding dress should be the most beautiful woman in the world, beauty is a common word, but I have quit poverty.

In the end, I still regret it, I still hope that it is I who can trek with you in the desert and sand valley, and I am the one who can explore the unknown with you.

The ridge winds, you walk in front of me, I call you back, take this letter from your sweat-soaked clothes, and read it to you word by word.

But how can I pronounce your name?

But how dare I pronounce your name?

(Plus more, still owe two more)

ps. Chasing more children's shoes, are there any free appreciation tickets and www.biquge.info coins in the pen fun pavilion~ The countdown to the 515 red envelope list is coming, I'm going to pull a ticket, ask for an increase and appreciation votes, and finally rush a hand! )