137, a late night breeze

The poetess Jiang Wan faced the bright moonlight, looked up at the starry sky, stared at the deep sky, and weaved a most beautiful and exquisite dream.

Senior Brother Qingfeng quietly withdrew from Shen Xiaofu's company, and now he has returned to the origin of his college life, which is something that the poetess Jiang Bangchao thinks about at night, a smart person like Senior Brother Qingfeng is not only so high in literary quality, but also so amazing in literary literacy, if you give him time and let him work the fertile soil of literature, he will definitely hone more beautiful works.

The world is so big, in the vast firmament, the world under the bright moonlight and stars, how many fascinating things need to be explored, a literature lover, a college student can only write the most beautiful chapters with his own pen, a talent like Brother Qingfeng, if you put your time in the shopping mall, it is undoubtedly a waste of the palace of literature, but also a kind of destruction of the literary genius, how many times have our poetess shouted in her heart, Brother Qingfeng returns to this holy palace of literature, With the inspiration of your wisdom, you will dedicate a new chapter that praises the world, mankind, and a beautiful era.

This small long-cherished wish has been inspiring our female poetess, under the witness of today's vast starry sky, Brother Qingfeng finally returned to this fertile land with his own company, what kind of beautiful picture will he write with his hard work? From reading the writing outline of Senior Brother Qingfeng's autobiography, understanding his bumpy experience and extraordinary life, how much people look forward to what is written by such a person with rich connotations, how desirable it is, as Senior Brother Qingfeng's lover and poetess, how eager her long-cherished wish can be realized immediately.

Now the opportunity has come, he has withdrawn from Shen Xiaofu's company, in the eyes of our female poetess, the complicated and chaotic secular world, the colorful commercial battlefield, should not be the time spent by Brother Qingfeng, the fertile soil in this literary palace is the most suitable soil for him, according to his experience, according to his experience, according to his literary quality, write a few shocking articles, maybe even write a blockbuster masterpiece, become the leader of this literary palace.

The ability to weave dreams is the unique thought of our poetess, and it is also the most magnificent dream of this young girl, and it is so pleasant and intoxicating for her prince charming to be able to achieve something in the palace of literature, and to soar side by side with herself in this literary paradise, why waste this beautiful time in that world? Where can commercial money compare with one's brilliant studies, and sacred literary works are more elegant, more dignified, and more desirable.

In the silence of the night, while the poetess was weaving beautiful dreams, the movement of the mobile phone pulled him back to the real world, and the two prose essays that he had just sent to Senior Brother Qingfeng had now heard from Senior Brother Qingfeng.

The subtitles on the mobile phone clearly show such a text: Bang Bang, silent night contemplation, diligent pen farming, seeing your prose, suddenly opened my mind, inspiration knocked on my heart, first dedicate you a small poem, to express my thoughts about you.

There is a girl in my heart

A girl with a lithe body

Write an article

The moonlight is shallow and the window lattices are broken

Late at night to send thoughts

Beautiful verses are always affectionate

Looking back and smiling slightly

Dancing in a beautiful posture

Riverside willow silk exhibition

The long night was a breeze with a slight breeze

A hundred flowers bloom in my heart

Missing sailing hand in hand for a sailboat

Shadow of the Wind

I am the breeze to accompany you on your journey

Exquisite words, deep thoughts, Brother Qingfeng's feelings for himself jumped on the paper, beautiful poems made our poetess heartbeat, Brother Qingfeng used this beautiful verse to communicate with himself in his heart, so that the poetess Jiang Wan's heart was beautiful, and the beautiful dream he woven was even more beautiful.

Yes, any woman in the whirlpool of feelings will be moved by this wonderful verse, and touch the heart of our female poet, but also use his best language to express a love to him, this is the smartest and wisest way of Senior Brother Qingfeng, when he knows his lover, what is the young girl poet thinking? What are you looking forward to in your mind? What is his dream weaving?

Jiang Wan felt the poems of Brother Qingfeng with his heart, this is not an ordinary text exchange, but a heart-to-heart dialogue between a pair of lovers, the collision of heart and heart, the heart of the poetess was moved by the sincerity of Brother Qingfeng, the eyes of the lover are out of Xi Shi, in the eyes of the poetess, Brother Qingfeng is a literary myth, only he can use the language he knows, the verses he is good at, knock on his heart, hit his heart, and rub out a wonderful spark, this spark is lit, this vast sky, lit up, This heart that longs for a beautiful dream is lit up and is weaving a beautiful dream.

Just when our poetess was still singing in the face of this exciting verse, a wonderful text came from the WeChat of the mobile phone, Brother Qingfeng said in WeChat: Bang Bang, I have been thinking, in this silent night, in this wind, frost and rain, winter is coming, the cold is filling the world, but the relationship between the two of us is gradually warming, although in this cold wind, I still feel its temperature, there is such a feeling, thinking about life, what is love? Send a text and let's think about it together.

Silent feelings

The frost and dew in the night wet the hurried footsteps in the distance. The wheels of time have run over days and nights, springs, autumns, winters and summers; The reincarnation of the passing years sent away the morning twilight, like the watery years; The steps of youth are gradually getting old, and they are no longer young. Life is like a dream, and the years are shallow. The fog in the clouds has always been stranded in the sky, never going far, never leaving, and never replacing the sunset.

The eyes are like water, reflecting the stars outside the window. Perhaps, love is like a love song that turns a thousand times, it is a word of the heart, a oar, a leaf ark, a sail, chasing a faint back, looking at it from a distance, maybe it is a life can not bloom as scheduled The flower will be, people can't bear to put down the love poem of the pen in their hands, love the red dust alone, life and death, it is difficult to describe the words in the heart, only the body is far away from the clouds.

There are many certain numbers in life, and they are set up when they are not expected. Perhaps, love is a flower that grows on the edge of a cliff, and if you want to pick it, you must have courage. Love is also a vanity that needs to be proven constantly, just as fireworks need to be lit to see brilliance. The beauty of love always leads to infinite reverie, like clouds, and clouds become clouds because of distance, and when you walk in, they become fog.

Countless times I have asked the clouds, what is the merit that makes people so fascinating, what is the charm, what is so attractive to the red dust clouds? Who is waiting for whom hopelessly, and who is leaving whom behind? Who is clinging to loneliness for whom, and who is relegating to nothingness? The ruler of broken heart could not measure the melancholy mood, and the corners of the mouth moved slightly, dotted in the ethereal night sky. A confused mind, not understanding whether it is right or wrong?

Dear friends, if there is still a breeze and rain waiting for the future, if you can still meet the gardenia faintly blooming, if there is still a crescent moon hanging in the sky. If there is still a poem and a beautiful essay flowing in the eyes, if there is still the shadow of innocent and romantic youth, just walking on a road where the sunset shines for the first time, can you walk hand in hand, can you step on the sunset and return?

Don't refuse the fragrance of that petal, don't pierce this layer of transparent paper, always maintain a hazy beauty, always be in the clouds, elegant and dignified. Love, why ask? If you ask too much, I'm afraid I won't love it. Mature people don't ask about the past; Smart people don't ask about the present; Open-minded people don't ask about the future. Love is like a cup of milk coffee, wafting fragrantly outside.

Floats sweetly on the surface, sourly inside, sinks bitterly on the bottom, and is vaguely reflected in the coffee. One flower, one world, one person, one mind. Sometimes I think that we are animals in different waters, and although I envy the beauty of your world, as soon as I approach the shallow waters, I will be drowned in the deep waters.

The stage of life is like a deep universe, the clear sound is like a warm wind, penetrating the muddy water of the world, with joy, tenderness, strength, hope, chic all the way. The years can erase your entanglements on the road of life, calm your state of mind in the restless world, and shock your soul with traces of time.

The passing year should be the time, and the thoughts should be in the heart. Saying goes; If the flowers are beautiful, they can't reach the years like water; Hazy red dust, how to survive, only you wake up and understand. The years passed, and those people in their lives came and went. How many people accompany them all the way? Don't be in a hurry to answer, cherish the moment, cherish life. People are silent, flowers are endless, love is like a scene in the clouds, hazy and confused. Thousands of questions and answers in exchange for shaking heads again and again.

The moon is hazy and the birds are hazy. Fireflies illuminate the night sky, the mountains are hazy, and the birds are hazy. Autumn insects are grunting, flowers are hazy and the night is hazy. The evening breeze knocks on the curtains. The lights are dim and the people are hazy, but I hope to dream together. The moon is hazy and the birds are hazy. Fireflies illuminate the night sky, and the mountains are hazy and birds are hazy. Autumn insects are grunting, flowers are hazy and the night is hazy. The evening breeze knocks on the curtains, the lights are hazy, and the people are hazy, but I hope to dream together.

Suddenly I remembered this song, it was wonderful, very hazy. A person is always looking up to and envy the happiness of others, but he finds himself being looked up to and envied by others. The mountain of happiness has no top or head in the first place. Don't stand by and envy the happiness of others, in fact, happiness has always been around you. As long as you still have life and hands that can work miracles, you have no reason to be a bystander, let alone complain about life.

Have you found happiness? Happiness is the fulfillment of every tiny wish in life. You have to eat when you want to eat, and someone will love you when you want to be loved.

Love in the hazy drizzle, I don't know if it's clouds or fog, I don't know if it's wind or rain, I don't know how to deal with it? Sometimes, it is for love that I quietly dodge, what I avoid is the figure, but what I can't avoid is the silent feelings.

If you love someone and keep a love, you can go to the green together in early spring, you can go to enjoy the lotus together in midsummer, you can go to the moon together in the shallow autumn, and you can go to look for plum blossoms together in the deep winter, not tired, but happy, extraordinary, but plain. Then, there will be no regrets in this life. Is that right?

Brother Qingfeng's writing is so beautiful, Brother Qingfeng's writing is so wonderful, the thinking about life is not like a picture scroll written by himself, but the wind and rain, the wind, frost and rain dew, these common phenomena in nature, have become the coordinates of life, the testimony of love, this kind of profound thinking, only a chic and wonderful person like Brother Qingfeng can write, the girl poet Jiang Wan faced this text, and her heart was even more agitated.

Yes, this may be a portrayal of Brother Qingfeng's feelings, he is like the wind, frost, rain and dew produced by nature, it is so natural, it has not changed since eternity, just like the love between us is also eternal. Love is always the theme of literary works, and it is a theme that will never go out of style, whenever literary works talk about love, they are full of heat, full of simplicity, full of innocence, but what is love? No one can give him a precise definition.

Experiencing love is not a writer's patent, everyone is enjoying love, they are experiencing love, but everyone enjoys love and experiences love from a different angle, no matter how bumpy your life experience is, when you encounter love, you will become so innocent, no innocence, no innocence, where is the eternity of love? Love is never public, two people have a mutual admiration, must be paid to dedicate, that kind of selfless dedication and selfless dedication, in exchange for love must be extremely sweet.

All love stories have ups and downs because of misunderstandings, all love endings are not necessarily happy, but all happy loves are basically similar, only the tragic love story is unique, who enjoys love is willing to enjoy those tragedies? Shakespeare can interpret Juliet's swan song in his own play, and Tang Xianzu can also write a wonderful butterfly in the love between Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, but this ancient and regretful love story makes people never get tired of watching it for a long time, not because of the tragic ending of love, but because of the unyielding and unswerving loyalty in the process of love.

In the face of the thinking of love, there must be more themes, more imagination, more hopes, what is love in the hearts of our poetesses? In the long night, gazing at the vast and infinite night sky, asking the stars and the moon, is there an answer? What exactly is love? This most beautiful proposition since time immemorial has been haunting the minds of our poetesses.

When the poetess who is good at dreaming is thinking about love, Brother Qingfeng's WeChat is here again, Brother Qingfeng said: Bang Bang, I'm done, my feelings are still not calm for a long time, recalling the days when I got along with you and met and got to know each other, let me have a romance, and I thought about love, what is love? I think, "Love, a Lonely Word", we have been together for a short time, as we further know each other and fall in love, there may be a more accurate answer, at present I will dedicate you to this short article, let us discuss it together, let us think about the theme of this world together, I hope these words can make you have a sweeter dream.

Love, a lonely word

How many winds, frosts, snow and rain do people have to go through in their lives to reach the other side of an ideal and comfortable life? The streamer is easy to throw people, red cherries, green plantains. The emotions of the past, like an email that cannot be sent, gradually disappear into the time and space of memory with the flow of people, surging souls that cannot be placed. Many people, before getting married, always feel that there are few suitable for themselves, and after getting married, they feel that they are suitable for themselves.

Love is really a lonely word. In the ferry of time, it carries different scenery in the world, different life experiences, and different futures. What is love? Different people have different opinions. Different people have different ideas. Love is to make people become a better version of themselves, not to love and kill each other. Love is important, affectionate, righteous and virtuous.

It is very tempting to walk through the clouds and discover the flowers of love. She is like a flower in early spring and March, each one is so delicate, and every one is so dazzling. Behold, the love flower that blooms among the cliffs is a unique branch, and if you want to pluck it, you need enough wisdom and courage. There are also the love flowers that bloom on the vertical and horizontal fields of Qianmo, charming and colorful, slim and elegant.

If you want to get her, you must not only work hard, but also have a sincere and open mind. There are also love flowers that bloom between the corridors of the vast buildings, although they pass by and meet in Pingshui, but they are destined to meet in this life. I don't know when it started, but it went deep. The hometown in the memory, the school in the memory, and the past in the memory are always unforgettable. No matter how many places you have traveled, no matter how far time has come, what you want to go back to most is your hometown.

What I miss most is the passing years of the past. Haunting dreams, unforgettable. This half-note, half-note-obsessed wind and moon will condense the most beautiful and moving poems in the world. Time is long, dreams are like snow lotus, and beauty is slowly stretched in the waves of people's hearts. The water lines of the years, I don't know whose heart is stirring? A flat boat slowly moored in the depths of the lotus flower of the soul.

I don't know whose time is stranded, and whose life is confused? Friend, dear friend, who is it, frowning at the moon, wandering far-reaching, counting the lonely early winter? Who is it, under the moon in Rongcheng, Xiao Suo is falling flowers, drinking a cup of tea alone? Who is it, listening to Chan in the rain, inscribed poems on red leaves, and stroking the piano in the wind alone? It is said that the vast sea of people hides invisible silk threads and invisible red letters.

The man who is destined to go through flowers. There is no need for complicated arrangement, painstaking advocacy, in the crowd, love at first sight, tacit understanding, and like-mindedness. Gently fold a willow branch in the rain and light dust of Banyan City, borrow a bend of the cold moon that illuminates the hometown, mail the graceful style of early winter, and convey the best long-cherished wish of life, isn't it wonderful? Life is floating clouds, good and beautiful light and shadow.

On the road of love, some people, just one glance at the first time, have been tossed and turned for thousands of years. Some people, looking for it, are lonely, miserable and miserable, but they still haven't found a lovely person. Love is a difficult problem to solve, and not everyone is a master. The famous writer Zhang Xiaoxian is the love confidant of Chinese people all over the world. I like one of her words: "No matter how many people you have loved, no matter how painful or happy you have loved."

In the end, you don't learn how to fall in love, you learn how to love yourself." In the journey of life, love is not all, when you give up some, maybe you will get more, only deeply loved, your life will be more complete. Dear friends, may this prose be like a spark of roses, with clear nectar, to find the heart of the seal.

May you embark on a journey of love and beauty, immerse yourself in the years of soft water, know each other, love each other, and be united forever. May the old red rope be gently held, firmly remembered, and swayed beautifully in this happy and happy journey of life.

Senior Brother Qingfeng has created a perfect literary dream for our poetess Jiang Wan, expressing his thoughts on love with the language of poetry, the structure of words, and the subject matter of prose.