"You haven't shown up in January

In February, you slept next door

Heavy rain began in March

April is full of roses

In May, we sat across from each other, like in a dream.

In this way, from June to June, the grass is in full bloom and fragrant everywhere

In July, there is a mixture of joy and sorrow, and the wheat waves roll together with the meadow until the end of the world.

August is August, and August is tight-lipped for me.

In August, I am water in a bottle, and you are the blue sky.

September and October, are two eyes, full of the sea, you are at sea, I am under the sea.

November has not yet arrived, and through its window, I see December

Heavy snow fell in December. “

Duan Chaonuan recited softly, the voice was clear, like a bird soaring by the sky, leaving no trace in the sky, but it had already flown by.

This Lin Bai's "Process" is indeed a story about emotion in the four seasons of the year.

Duan Chaonuan didn't know about himself, just what kind of wind he was smoking, and then what kind of illness he was committing every day, why did he suddenly start talking about this issue.

Why did you start talking about this, this show is coming!

It's this posture, it really makes Duan Chaonuan a little scared.

The story is really the problem, how do you say it?

Duan Chaonuan didn't know how to say it, after all, this matter had come to such a point, Duan Chaonuan just wanted to memorize poems.

"People like me don't like to meet new people.

You know, it's tiring to introduce your past.

But the day I met you,

I thought I'd make the first half of my life into a movie for you.

Let you see the snow in Hulunbuir that I have seen,

I walked down the deserted streets,

The drunken night I spent,

Make up for all the lives you didn't participate in.

Then, come with me. ”

I have to start reciting the poems of Jin Tu again.

"I'm a cheesy person,

Seeing the mountains is the mountains, seeing the sea is the sea, and seeing the flowers is the flowers.

I have seen you alone,

The sea of clouds began to surge, the river tide began to surge, 510 literature

The small tentacles of insects tickle the whole world.

You don't need to open your mouth, and I and all things in heaven and earth will run to you. ”

Now it's Wang Xiaobo's "Loving You Like Loving Life".

"There are 40,000,000 roses in my yard

Every morning I sit in the doorway with a book in my hand

All passers-by will praise my roses

There are also those who want to fold one or two

I ignored it

Until the day you came

The smiling eyes are fascinated into crescent moons

Ask me what kind of book I'm reading

I know these 40,000,000 roses

It's all yours."

"I want to live with you in a small town, sharing endless dusk and endless bells, in the inn of this town, the faint sound of the old clock is like time dripping softly, sometimes there is a singing voice in a room on the top floor, the singer leans against the window, and there are large tulips in the open space outside the window, you squint slightly, I lean on you, and then it is a lifetime"

"It stands to reason that I like you so much that I should really plan everything step by step from the long term, so that you will slowly become addicted until you can't leave me. But I'm no longer sensible, and I haven't asked you if you agree, so I put all my feelings into it, and I'm really sorry if I scare you, but I... There is no restraint in front of you. ”

"I want someone like you. People who are as bright and refreshing as this mountain morning, like people who are like the sun on the road to the ancient city, warm but not hot, covering all my skin. From the beginning to the night, from the mountains to the study, the answers to all questions are simple. I hope there is someone like you who will carry out the road signs of life in the future. ”

This started again, Zhang Jiajia's "Passing by Your World"!

"I do sincerely like you, I thought about taking you to see the first snow of the Forbidden City every year, the coastline of Alaska, I was willing to occupy a river and autumn with the two of you, I was willing to watch the tide with your county pavilion pillow, the hall covered with red carpet, the twilight and heavy wilderness, I was willing to share with you, I imagined living with you, until the gray hair drooped and drooped old, and the same pillow and acupuncture, until death."

"If you say you come at four o'clock in the afternoon, from three o'clock onwards, I start to feel happy, and the closer the time gets, the happier I feel. By four o'clock, I'm fidgeting, and I've discovered the value of happiness, but if you come at any time, I don't know when I'm ready to meet your mood. ”

"In your eyes, I must be lovely. Because there are many, many people who like you, but you only scooped me up in the crowd. Although he just touched his head, he politely said the kind of "child" like. But this little bit of sweetness is enough for me to last for many years. ”

"Because I love you, I often want to apologize to you. My love was heavy, dirty, and there were many unpleasant things in it, such as sadness, sorrow, self-pity, despair, and my heart was so fragile. I am always defeated by these negative emotions, as if I am struggling in a swamp and sinking more and more. And I love you, I just want to drag you in, but I want you to save me. ”

It's Haruki Murakami at this moment.

"Would like a bowl of shaved ice and a bowl of dumplings. I want to watch a comedy with a cat in my arms. I want to blow the summer breeze and see the stars in the sky. I want to go out and walk alone, but I want to go home even more. ”

"The summer treetops exude a gentle light, the wind blows away the mottled spots, and the way you laugh reminds me of the trickling of a small pond in the country, and you see, I like you more than summer."

This is even more powerful, and it begins to confess.

"There are a lot of things that don't have to be beaten around the bush. It's not so much that I like summer, but that I like watermelon ice cream skirts; It's not so much that I like the sea, but that I like it to go down my ankles; It's not so much that I like people who smile brightly, but that I like you. ”

"If you can hurriedly tear off a bowl of rice in the summer evening, change into a beautiful dress, and then go to meet someone you like, walk with him in a quiet alley or a lively night market, then even the evening breeze must be extremely gentle."

"I really hope that one day, I can write a love letter to you about the love words that have been brewing in my diary for a whole summer. The words that were not meaningful, insincere, and roundabout are all frankly told to you. ”

The wind was gentle, and Duan Chaonuan's soft voice came, Chang Rong lay on the soft grass, listening to and looking at this question, looking at this matter, Duan Chaonuan suddenly looked sideways at the man, his eyes were full of endless warmth.

Chang Rong didn't know what it was like in his heart at the moment, that taste was a little unfamiliar, like when he messed up a festival when he was a child, he was afraid of being scolded by his master.

I didn't even dare to look at Duan Chaonuan's eyes!

"You say," the voice was a little elongated, making Chang Rong even more nervous, "I said so much, which paragraph is suitable for copywriting in the circle of friends?" ”