Chapter Ninety-Four: Only One Thing in Life

Zheng Zifu, the first person on the list, suddenly found that this year passed really fast, and the 2016 full of countless nostalgia passed by like this, calm down and think about it, this year, what you have gained and what you have lost, if you report your gratitude to sort out your thoughts, you will feel that you have gained far more than you have lost. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info. "Once upon a time, the carriage was slow, the letters were far away, and there was only enough love for one person in a lifetime. "I finally heard the sound of rain, so my world was woken up, and I was afraid that my eyes would be red with emotion, and tears of reluctance would be transparent on each other's faces. Sad, why sad?

Cry, why cry?

Don't speak, don't speak, swallow your voice and hold back your tears.

Don't listen, don't believe, cover your ears as if passing by.

Regret me, blame me, delusional love is too much. Dragonflies stay on the bamboo fence, and the glass bottles are full of small forests, and the youth and green are very distinct.

The light and shadow refracted by the blinds are like an expression with something on your mind, and you look down and open the letter, wanting to know something about me. I am your inexplicable throbbing, you are a gentle pain that I can't touch. I hope that time has hurt your throbbing and softened my pain.

The moss enters the mirror under the eaves of the wind chimes shake once, memories are lines of scenery that cannot be edited, and love is always young.

And I heard the sound of rain, remembering that you use your lips to say love, happiness can also be very quiet, I have been very careful to pay. The first time I liked text was through the Internet in 2010, when there were a lot of articles on mobile phone QQ space mobile phone Meiwen, and then I kept reading and reading, and slowly I wanted to record my life with words. In the past few years, I have written dozens of texts, the content of which is easy to understand, not a pile of flowery words, but a record of unordinary life and thoughts in plain words.

Winter, full of anticipation to paint her own colors on the earth, shyly but cautiously hope that we will approve of her. People are happy ---- snow is falling, knowing that in this era of gradually warming weather, snow is the most precious. Snow moistens the land, and the flying snowflakes make the land no longer desolate.

As many animals hibernate, the village seems quiet and peaceful. Who broke this quiet sky? Listen carefully, it turns out that it is the sound of children playing happily and playing, which breaks the quiet atmosphere, but adds a little vitality. The "plum blossoms" on the trunk of the tree are dotted, pure white and small, large and large, as if to dye the world white. I seem to be immersed in this landscape, infatuated, drunk, and addicted to it, washing away my worries and negative energy, and the eternal light in my eyes is the gift of winter. Zheng Zifu, the first person on the list, said that I am also a child, everyone else is thinking about things, and I am thinking about a person, I see, the sea has become a mulberry field;

I saw angels coming down to earth;

I saw the desert storm oasis appearing;

I saw that the wanderer had been absent from his house for a long time;

I see that the tsunami is not an island.

I saw the prairie wildfires burning.

I saw that the city collapsed on the earthquake.

I saw the silent screams after the war.

I saw Christ having Mass.

I see, the Pyramids of the Nile.

I saw a blank landscape painting.

I saw a cross-century fireworks.

I saw the flames of Antarctica.

I saw that butterflies have no wings.

I saw the enchanting lotus in the ice and snow.

I saw the sun shining in the dark night.

I saw the cocoon of the young cicada.

I see, the lone sail in the storm.

I saw the eyes of the lover after a breakup.

I saw the retrograde face of the urban crowd.

I saw that I had left the boat and returned to Hong Kong.

I saw the big fish swimming into the ocean.

I saw it beside the warm wine stove in winter.

I saw the shepherds find the lost lamb.

I see, fading dreams.

I saw that the dripping water broke the white and cut the steel.

I see the direction that I had been away from for a long time.

I see that we are still the same.

I see, uncluttered reality.

I see, there is no story on the phone.

I see, boring Sunday.

I see your name in my head.

I see all the good and the bad.

I see all the possibilities and the impossibilities.

I saw all the loneliness and warmth.

I see all dreams and realities.

But I didn't see you. "Once upon a time, the carriage was slow, the letters were far away, and there was only enough love for one person in a lifetime. Do only one thing in this life, I miss you, you know.