Zheng Zifu, the first person on the list, said that the red dust is disturbed, who can live in a dream for a lifetime? The fate of passing by is just a peach blossom dream in the world. If you want to read all the mountains and rivers, you must have a heart that can let go. Cultivating as a human being, just waiting for a lifetime of marriage, even if a moth fights the fire, you must love it well. Wait for the situation to be over, listen to me

Wait for the wine to be mellow, and listen to me play a song

Treat wine as a song, take words as a song, and write down the traces of the rain that was boiling at that time

Treat the piano as you, remember it properly, and record the years you walked with me, just because of love, silently, without asking, and without regrets.

- Zheng Zifu, the first person on the inscription list, said that if you have ever liked someone very seriously, you can understand this feeling, not that you can't accept the truth that it backfired, but that you are unwilling to admit that it is a mistake to like this person. I wanted to write a long letter to her that was extremely romantic

I once wanted to have a trip that was with her

Wishes struggle like flowers struggling splendidly on the roof

I fantasize that after insomnia, I have a sweet dream that I can keep the summer that I loved her like this

My chest once warmed her cheeks

My palm had run gently through her long hair

There are too many passionate love words that I can't memorize endlessly

Before I told her about the two holding hands, the white hair

Cool down the rest of the care

Forget about it

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I wanted to paint her wedding in detail

I'm not afraid of color difference after a long time

What kind of one should she be with?

Take the oath to hug and kiss

That picture doesn't scare me so much

It was enough to move me to tears

Blessings are good. The sky is clear, the clouds are light, who is still there...

Falling flowers, flowing water, love is still there...

Go to the poor place and sit and watch the clouds rise...

When it comes to sadness, when I think of my heart... You and I know each other, fireworks in March, a season of sowing hope, I will turn my fantasy into stars, embedded in your cold sky, like countless pairs of eyes, looking in amazement, this mysterious world, my eyes keep blinking and blinking, as if to remind you: we have an agreement.

You and I meet, warm March, a season when heavy makeup is always appropriate. The sun is bustling, not scorching, the spring rain is like oil, not sparse or dense, the grass is green like a blanket, not delicate and not glamorous. Everything is just right, just right, if it is wine, it is too violent, choking on my throat, drunk eyes, full of sorrow. It is better to make this cup of tea in your hand, not cold or hot, not thick or light, fresh food, fragrant lips and teeth, and a long aftertaste. Once met

It is an ancient temple in the middle of nowhere

It is the red dust of prosperity

I glanced at you

Pass

You have had mercy on me

Grant a Bodhi seed

I didn't mean to leave it behind

Wait until the roadside is full of flowers

My heart is barren

mottled with sorrow

A patch of weeds

Then I suddenly realized:

What I lost is so precious

Difficult to find

Don't sigh in vain

Don't be anxious

It's better to plant it again in your heart

With the rain of kindness

Watering day and night

Next spring

It will take root;

Zheng Zifu, the first person on the heavenly list, said that in his dreams, he remembered that today was the day when Monkey King went to sea to learn art...... It seems that I just said something yesterday, how can it be like the reincarnation of several lifetimes, so that I am so concerned? For you, I have become the strong grass in the wilderness, in the crack of the stone, desperately trying to squeeze out, spring breeze, have you forgotten?

You are always so gentle, like a gentle poet, every stroke is poetic, everywhere you pass, invincible; you are always so affectionate, all the way high-profile, all the way flamboyant, all the way fluttering, how many girls have provoked, the heart is beating, for you have lost your claim, no direction?

I stood in place, looking at it stupidly, looking stupidly, waiting stupidly, waiting until my thoughts secretly sprouted, bloomed, and splendidly spread the barren wilderness of the mountains, and since then spring has been lively, chirping, and no longer lonely. The catkins flew and came to intervene, and they raised them one after another, and laughed at me: Your oath is as gentle as it, and you can't bear the torture, and you can't bear the world, and you can't bear it repeatedly.

Not all fantasies, if you sow the seeds, you can bloom, no matter how gorgeous the rose is, it also has thorns, and your proximity will only make you full of emotional wounds. Not all hopes can bear fruit, I worked hard for a season, but in exchange for a lifetime. The fragrance is everywhere, it is clearly a distant one, like a fairy tale of the last century, which can only be left in the eyes of children, and adults believe in it, but it is just a joke. At the end of this chapter, thank you for supporting Zheng Zifu, the first person on the list.