Sometimes, no matter how plain the mood is, I hope to have a warm encounter, and I look forward to telling each other with my friends.

Listen to emotional music together and revel in it. Let's look at all about a person and be obsessed with it. Get away from the city render together and enjoy it.

In the vast sea of people, it is difficult to find love, but I was lucky to meet and see, that pure boy, chic gentleman, fashionable, happy man - Xie Yunmeng.

Meeting you in the most beautiful years is the luck of my life, and it is also a lifetime of waiting.

In the calmest years, I miss you, and I still can't help but be infatuated like a girl.

Accompanying you in the most mature years, I still dream of that unattainable encounter.

Waiting for you in all the years, I am always immersed in it, enjoying it, and being happy in it.

In the transformation of time, although fate will be fickle, illusory possession will flow away from the fingers, and ordinary life is always interspersed with the gaps between human feelings and warmth.

But people who are sincere will not become dull because of time and years, but will be more intense in their hearts.

I write about the death, but my heart stays with me step by step. I hold the pen and continue the fragments, but my heart is full of satisfaction. Just because you are so happy in your eyes!

The blue sea next to the beach is connected to the sky, and the love in time is bright and starlight.

The gravel road under the rain is gray and white, and every step I have stepped on has its own color, my heart is brilliant with my own splendor, and my eyes are waiting for my own waiting.

The direction is always on the parallel line close to you, never leaving or abandoning!

Pure white persistence

I was 22 years old when I first entered the new home he bought for me, and after a lot of hardship, my career finally got off the ground. Now there are only two unfulfilled wishes left.

It was supposed to be three, but from the day he got married, it became two.

These are two wishes that I have spent my whole life trying to fulfill.

And I don't want to talk about it in front of my lover, because in fact he has 'nothing to do with me' right now.

Sitting on the sofa in my new home, my feet stromping rhythmically on the wooden floor, but my mind was thinking about things that were completely out of tune with the atmosphere in front of me.

My love, the guy who bought me the house, was happily fiddling with red wine and gobliograms. He loved these things, and he looked like a gentleman all day long.

When did I first meet him?

Oh! I remember! It was that night of revelry, that night of colorful and bizarre light.

I like to go out at night, especially in early summer when it has just rained lightly, and the breeze is very pleasant.

When I was 20 years old, it was just beginning to become popular in stage plays, and the actors were either singing, dancing, singing, or performing small plays on stage, following foreign models.

At that time, most outdoor stages would start after dinner, some in the community's main square, and some on the lawn or open space of the park.

Every time I walked around and encountered this, I would stop and watch, and then I started to like it – as long as the music wasn't too intense and harsh.

It's better than not being able to sleep at home anyway.

I've been sleeping very badly, day and night are reversed, I doze off easily in the afternoon, but I can't sleep all night at night.

Later, my work became busier and busier, and I often had to work overtime to entertain customers. So I don't have to go for a walk every night, anyway, walking is the same as working overtime at night.

As long as I don't have to be left alone at night in an empty room.

My mind wandered here, and I heard my lover's call, and I knew what he was doing without looking at him.

Because the freshly fried steak is really fragrant, I like this medium-rare ribeye steak the most.

Standing up, I deliberately walked to the decorative mantelpiece by the window and admired the large flowers moving in the wind outside the window.

"It's a beautiful place, thank you."

In fact, I was counting on the lover behind me to put down the plate in his hand, come over and hug me, and enjoy the scenery with me, isn't that all the romantic plots in TV dramas like this?

But the person behind him is still holding his stinky shelf (he didn't mean to put up a shelf in front of me, maybe the boss looks like this).

"Come and eat, the steak won't taste good when it's cold." He said solemnly, still busy with the first dinner of the day we stayed here.

In fact, if you measure it from the perspective of outsiders, my lover can be said to be a good man.

He was handsome, tall, worth a lot of money, and most importantly, he would cook for me and cuddle me to sleep.

In the eyes of any girl, he must be the ideal boyfriend or husband.

But he chose me, a lonely orphan with no savings or possessions, a lover who couldn't be made public.

2

When I first met him, I was moved by his fierce pursuit and sweet words for nearly a year, and I buried too much hope in my heart, and my expectations for him were too high.

Another reason for this is that he never shy away from me, except that he would not introduce my identity to my face, everything else was quite good.

He even brought me to his parents, who treated me like their own...... It is precisely because of this that my impossible extravagant hopes are finally defeated by reality.

"Don't stand at the window anymore, it's cool at night, close the window and let's eat." A deep baritone spoke to me in a warm tone.

With a sigh in my heart, I shifted my steps to his side.

He rolled out a napkin for me and handed me a clean, shiny knife and fork, his movements full of care and love.

“…… Tomorrow, I don't want to go to your house. "I plucked up the courage to raise my hesitation.

I wish I could spend a day in this pure white dream house, alone and without anyone disturbing me.

But he shook his head: "If you don't go, you will disappoint your father and mother." ”

'You have married someone else, and what does it matter to me that they are not disappointed?' I was tempted to reply, but I couldn't help it when I moved my lips.

I finally couldn't bear to be sad about him.

I remember on the day of his wedding, I was wearing a white suit and standing behind the bride, who was not much shorter than me, and at that time, I wished everyone else would not see my face. Because the smile on my face is so distorted and fake.

As I ate, I tried to get rid of everything about his wedding from my mind and stop thinking about it.

Sometimes it's good for me to shift my mind at the right time.

I have a face that a woman will think is delicate and clean when she looks at it, and a man will feel beautiful and slightly cute when she looks at it. Overall, this face brings me more love than trouble. The men around me always felt that I needed protection, and they would always stretch out their arms to protect me.

Although most of it is out of friendliness.

Except for the old and stubborn uncle, I sometimes can't figure out, how can a teacher like such a stubborn and not handsome uncle?

However, if I don't understand it, I still sincerely wish my teacher to be happy forever, because without her, I would not be where I am today.

Three years ago, I was a poor migrant worker, going back and forth to the major recruitment markets every day, braving the scorching summer days or the bitter cold winds.

At that time, not having a job was equivalent to continuing to suffer the white eyes of the people around you, and continuing to go to relatives' houses to 'eat and drink'.

So, at that time, my biggest dream was to one day support myself, at least not to live so 'carefully'.

Since my father's death, I don't even feel like I can feel warm and smile anymore in my life. Just when I was about to despair, the teacher and the person in front of me appeared in my life.

One gave me the respect and relative affluence I wanted, and the other gave me the love I couldn't help but indulge in.

My teacher always said to me, "No matter what, keep going!" Difficulties are like taboos, the dream is Rapunzel hiding on top of a castle in the forest of thorns, if you want to get Rapunzel, you have to use your sword to cut through the thorns! ”

Don't look at my teacher as a strong woman, she is very emotional! There are still two sets of books on the shelves of the store, "Grimm's Fairy Tales" and "Hans Christian Andersen's Fairy Tales".

The teacher often said that she liked these two sets of books the most, even if she was gray-haired and too old to walk, she would pick up these two sets of books and flip through them, and enjoy the beauty of her childhood.

Every time at this time, the power uncle would show a warm smile that was rare to see.

I think that's love, so the teacher is happy.

And the teacher's eyes are always so warm when he looks at the uncle, which shows that the teacher loves more deeply, at least I have always understood this.

3

The aroma of steak lingered on the tip of my pen, but I was still a little stunned to remember the things about my teacher and uncle.

"Swimheart, what's wrong with you?" The man across the table asked me with concern.

He was always so gentle, but always evasive of questions, that I couldn't tell if he was happy or sad for me.

"No, I just remembered the teacher." I answered truthfully, and I rarely hid my thoughts from him in front of him.

"Oh! Ms. Yuan, when do I have to treat him to dinner, I don't want this eldest sister to think that I have neglected her. ”

"No, she doesn't care about that, teacher, she just needs me to be happy......"

I replied to him on purpose, I don't know if he understood the implicit meaning of my words, but I think he could hear it.

The hand holding the knife and fork in front of him paused unnaturally, and looked at me with a hint of darkness in his eyes.

The man on the other side of the "swimmer ......" stopped talking, and I understood that he didn't know what words to use to face it, after all, he always retreated in this regard.

After a few seconds of silence, his smile crept back onto his face and said, "Swimming, eat quickly, it's time to get cold." ”

"Okay."

I took a big bite of the tender and delicious steak in my mouth, but I couldn't taste anything, it felt like chewing wax.

Recently, because of his marriage, not only have we seen each other less often, but he has also talked less and less about relationship issues between him and me.

Deliberately avoided, dead to save face, he is always like this, usually seems to be in the mix, is an enviable rookie in the business world... I don't know if to use the term business rookie to describe him, but he's doing well anyway.

In the past few years, both of us have developed faster and faster, but our relationship seems to have turned backwards, and his parents' urging to marry, his cowardice, his girlfriend's stubbornness, and my silence are all to blame for all this.

However, just like human character, there are some things that are difficult to change, and you can only go with the flow.

On both sides of the table, we were like two timid people, neither of whom was willing to break the silence first. The only sound in the room was knives and forks touching plates and wine glasses, picking up and falling.

In the silence, my mind began to drift away again......

Soon, the simple and romantic (as it should be, and I hope it is still appropriate now) little dinner is coming to an end. He stood up and began to put away his plates and knives and forks.

After I had wiped the table clean, before I could hang up the rag, he suddenly came over and hugged me.

"Swimming." How many times has he called my name tonight? I think he had some particular worries tonight.

“…… I'm sorry! After a long silence, he finally said the three words in his heart.

These are the three words I've been waiting for.

But now I don't care if I forgive him or not, because I am destined to have no way to leave him in this life.

Love is giving, especially a lonely and helpless person like me, can I still take it back after I give?

Then choose to forgive them all! As long as he does not leave me, he will not abandon me.

"Forget it, aren't you also helpless? I'm not mad at you, I'm just wondering why I had the wrong baby and can't marry you...... Why not... Rightfully with you......"

When I said this, I couldn't help but have tears rolling in my eyes.

There was no way to meet his gaze, so I turned my head away, my heart full of helplessness and sourness.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! ......" He buried his face in my shoulder socket and said the three words over and over again, his voice getting softer and softer until I couldn't hear them at all.

The wooden door closed slowly, cutting off my mournful love from the outside world, and the faint smell of soap on his body gradually filled everything that enveloped me.

I can't imagine anything anymore, so forget it and think about it tomorrow......

4

The morning sun shines through the gaps in the milky curtains, and I wake up early, and last night I don't know why, I was so disturbed by a lot of strange dreams that I couldn't sleep peacefully.

There is always a feeling of being in a trance.

Draped my coat over my pajamas, I walked to the window and opened the curtains, and immediately, the harsh sunlight illuminated the room.

'The sun always rises so early in the summer. Listening to the chirping of birds outside the window, I thought.

When I calm down, I really hope that I can wake up every day and look out the window like this, and feel the body temperature of my lover that has not yet receded.

Glancing back at the still sleeping man, I lightly moved a chair, sat down in front of the window, and rested my head against the white window frame.

It seemed that the slight sound had alarmed him, or perhaps he couldn't sleep as well as I did, but as soon as I sat down, a hazy and languid voice came from behind me.

"Why are you up so early? It's okay this morning, come over and sleep again. ”

I sighed, not wanting to refute, and after a moment of rubbing, I slowly walked back to the bed, like a little beast returning to its cage, back into the embrace that I thought was broad.

5

On the street on a winter night, a man with a tightly wrapped coat and a face that could not be seen clearly walked forward.

A person's thoughts, a person's night, a person's worries, and a person's happiness.

He walked on the street for a long, long time until the street lights were fully lit, until he passed by the door and walked far, far away, without any intention of stopping.

He felt that his emotions and thoughts were very special today, and he didn't want to stop, only by going on could he forget the bad things for a while.

It seems that after coming to the end, God will open a different door for him, a door that makes him forget everything.

He remembered reading in a book that the fire shines on the flowers, and that the red mandala flower was the only flower that voluntarily stayed in hell.

The white mandala flower represents the purity of the sky, and the red mandala flower represents the gloom of hell.

'Perhaps, as long as I keep going like this, I will see the fiery flower of hell and draw an end to my life......

But do I really have the courage to draw this full stop? The man kept saying to himself as he walked.

He couldn't bear the teacher, he couldn't bear his sister, he couldn't bear his uncle, and he couldn't bear the cowardly man who just looked at him sadly, but couldn't speak and comfort.

He suddenly felt so tired and tired, so he wanted to go straight to sleep.

Just in a trance, there was the sound of emergency braking around me.

Without returning his pretty face, the man just wanted to flee quickly at the moment. He lifted his numb feet and began to run......

However, as the car door was violently opened, a tall and hurried figure covered him in an instant, without much words, only the white mist that sprayed above his head because of his breathing.

Clung to the man who tried to escape, a warm coat besieged him like a shackle.

In the broad embrace full of apologies, the man instantly felt that all the water in his body seemed to be embraced into his eyes, how could his eye sockets bear so much water?

So, he simply released them all.

On the silent and empty street at night, a man leans his back against the door of a white car, and in his arms is a brown woolen coat wrapped around a man who can't tell whether it is a man or a woman.

The man lay on his chest, trembling incessantly, and the sobs were slight, but they broke the hearts and intestines of those who heard it.

When the sky turned white, the place where the two men were was already empty, except for the frost left behind in the cold night and shimmered white......

The sound of rain in the middle of the night, listen to love

I sat there quietly, the sound of ticking from the eaves overhead, stirring my chaotic thoughts and relaxing mood.

A very contradictory existence, silent is better than sound.

Love, like the sound of rain, is slow and urgent, loud and heavy, intermittent, high and low, like a golden sound and jade vibration.

Do you know? Whenever I sit alone under the eaves at night, I always think only of you.

The words in those dreams have turned into ethereal at this moment, and only you are precipitated in your heart.

How long does it take to miss someone? It is always said that time will make everything fade, but in my heart, time makes memories and thoughts more mellow and intense.

A sensual person can never lighten the mellow that enters the mouth. Fortunately, I chose a sensual life and a sensual work, so that I can feel the beauty you bring me day after day.

Stay in the middle of the night to listen to the sound of the rain, the sound of the piano.

Listen to the sea

The sea, a place full of mystery and temptation. Only by the sea can I feel the distance between us approaching and disappearing.

Because, the blue horizon is right in front of you, as if as long as you walk through the horizon, everything that could not be intersected will come together.

I don't know if you like the sea, but in my imagination, you would.

I prefer to integrate the tranquility of the sea, the turbulence of the sea, the beauty of the sea, and all the beauty of the sea into my thoughts and enjoy the slow happiness.

Listen... It's the sound of the sea crying! Listen... The sound of laughter! Listen... The story told by the sea! Listen... Happy horn of the sea!

Facing the sea, spring flowers are blooming, may you and I be happy every day.

Drink heartily, enjoy yourself and get drunk, Yun

Wine, can't satisfy your stomach, can't quench your thirst, I really love the most delicious catalyst, I love wine as much as I love you.

Every time, I want to indulge in you to the fullest, and I can only get slightly drunk when I can't withstand the complicated troubles of the world.

Let go and sing your heart, and it is not only the drunken thoughts that are intoxicated for you, but the whole person, the whole heart, whether I drink or not.

Let's have a drink, let yourself get drunk to the fullest, and learn to enjoy life in the most sincere way.

Yun, I will always be with you.

Flowers and Boys really like the third part, although I don't have prejudice against anyone, but, the third part really made me feel the beauty of travel.

Beautiful nature and lovely wildlife are the full embodiment of the meaning of travel. There is an urge to get out of the house and see it, which is undoubtedly a success for a travel show.

In the third issue, what surprised and paid me the most attention was Xie Yunmeng, a teenager who has always been full of vitality and positive energy. Every word and deed, every move, is full of vitality, in the team, he is serious, humble, happy, just like everyone's pistachio. Always run through the crowd, silently pay their own efforts.

At the beginning, when the two candidate guides competed fiercely, he warmly cooked delicious dishes for the candidate guides after a tiring day, and sent his most sincere blessings and pertinent suggestions.

In my opinion, Xie Yunmeng is the kind of person who is naturally suitable for traveling, he is smart, happy, has a very good ability to handle things and adapt, has unique insights, loves wild animals, whether it is walking alone or working in a team, it is not difficult for him.

"When I first graduated from university, I liked to go to Tibet or something by myself. When you only say three or four words a day, and then you sit there all the time, you start to look at yourself, people don't actually feel so much, you just react and behave, you become sluggish; You're just in a state of dementia. ”

I also used to wander alone, and what Xie Yunmeng said can be described in the simplest sentence that everyone knows: the words are not rough. Really, when you are alone, especially when you are really tired and lonely, you can't feel so much at all, sluggishness and exhaustion will accompany you, but more than that, you love nature and yearn for distant places.

When I heard this, I had the urge to put down my work and see the world again, because in fact, that 'dementia-like state' is very beautiful in the hearts of people who like to travel, really.

Later, on the day of the departure with the team, I saw a good team member who cared about everyone, worked hard, and was humble, at the airport, Xie Yunmeng was the first to arrive, and intimately carried the luggage for everyone, everyone arrived, he would stand up and smile and say hello, and stretched out his hands to help. When I am with everyone, I am always active in everyone's emotions and do everything I can.

I think it is precisely because of this that in the later stage, the director team chose Xie Yunmeng as the new tour guide to lead everyone to continue the trip.

The new tour guide encountered a problem on the first day of taking office, and he couldn't change money on the weekend, oh~ This is a big problem, three men ran one bank after another, Xie Yunmeng always tried to communicate with the bank staff, did not give up or be discouraged, until he heard that Jiang Shuying borrowed money from the landlord, he was relieved and returned with peace of mind.

After returning, I didn't have time to take a break, so I immediately went to the landlord to express my gratitude, it was so caring, so polite and courteous, people couldn't help but give him a thumbs up and wanted to give him a thumbs up.

After that, in the contact with various wild animals, Xie Yunmeng also fully showed his loving side, especially the interaction with the little leopard, which made people really sweat, but Xie Yunmeng enjoyed it and enjoyed it very much.

Every bit of brilliance constitutes an excellent teenager, an excellent team member, an excellent tour guide, optimistic about you, Xie Yunmeng; I am optimistic about the third part of Flowers and Youth, I will continue to pay attention to it and walk with you on your wonderful journey.

A smile is like a magic key that can unlock the shackles of sadness in the heart. The smile is like a faint morning light in the sky in the morning, not dazzling but very warm. The smile is like feeling a breeze after you run with all your might, and the comfort immediately seeps into your heart with sweat.

But not everyone's smile makes me feel this way, and in my life, apart from my parents, there are only two teenagers whose smiles have such magical magic.

One is the sleeping angel in my arms, and the other is a distant dream.

Choose one person and die old

In a person's life, there may be many things to like, and there are many different companions, but it is not so easy to choose one among the many good things.

The years are late, the years are agarwood, one day we will falter, sideburns gray, at that time, will we remember the beauty of the past in our hearts?

I don't know the answer to that question, and I don't want to imagine something that far away.

In the midst of my dreams, while I am young and beautiful, I just want to catch the light and figure of the person I love left in the quiet time.

Always follow, accompany, even if the distance is far away, but never give up.

Today, I re-watched the fifteen years, when I was a teenager in school, I rode a bicycle to meet the wind blowing from the opposite side, and I was so excited that my hair and clothes danced with the wind, as if I was flying, giving people a feeling of freedom.

I can't help but smile, is it suitable for a young man as chic and delicate as a violet

The first time I called him youth, I was really not used to it.

In my heart, Yun will always be so high-spirited, with all the beauty I don't have, because it is out of reach, like a dream, I will miss it so much, so love.

Deep in my heart, I feel all the beauty of hugging tightly, just like the glacier of the Arctic, never want to usher in the spring of melting and starting everything again, because I don't want to forget the face of the past and the future.

A moment of encounter

The fallen leaves are reluctant to meet the flowers, and the earth is reluctant to part with the snow.

Only when you meet do you know love, and only when you parte do you know the pain.

A moment of encounter, a lifetime of dreams, countless wanderings, and countless reluctances.

I hold the cool autumn in my heart, and you pursue the beautiful scenery in your eyes under the beautiful lights.

In the flow of eyes, I grasped the moment of encounter, and deeply collected the most beautiful you.

Cooking wine and listening to the rain, lingering affection is sprinkled in the notebook of memory.

The vows of staying together for a lifetime are often sung as parting songs with the loss of time.

Fate gathers and scatters, and most of the hearts fluctuate for it, but it has never calmed down.

Everyone has a state of mind that they want to stick to, and they will not change their thoughts regardless of the wind and rain.

I can see your face, hear your voice, and follow your footsteps, even if the time is short, and the meeting is hurried. Even if time goes by and your face is no longer there, this string sound is still willing to be banished to the ends of the earth for you alone.

Throw a beam of time, wait for a moment to meet, and wait until the moment when the sideburns are dyed with snow, can you still be devoted to only one person?

The desert is lonely, the west wind is thin, choose an empty city to sing and sing strings, and keep Shaoguang in one state.

Outside the empty city, you don't know my heart; Within the high walls, my heart is happy.

I only hope that one person will run through Changhong, and the empty city will not regret it for the rest of his life.

Life is not like the wind and waves of the sea, and the passion is far less than not being uneventful.

Elegant under the fragrance of tea, cooking wine in the breeze, imagining in the sun, chanting poetry under the white clouds, this is the life I perceive, the passion in all the plain.

After all, one person's freedom and chic can't match the brilliant fireworks of two people.

The brilliance you leave behind in the sky is mesmerizing enough to light up the night sky with my freedom and style.

Fireworks are easy to cold, but your heart is not cold. Fireworks are fleeting, but my heart doesn't change.

I only hope that when I rest for a moment, the depths of my heart and eyes will not change.

The encounter is a feast of encounters and farewells, alternating constantly.

Happiness is a glass of sweet and bitter wine.

We are all looking forward to an encounter in our lives, an agreement, drinking the pure brew given by someone, lying drunk on our shoulders, and having no regrets in this life.

In those wonderful, sentimental, and happy years, we all unconsciously achieved a better version of ourselves.

And the dream-like encounter you gave bloomed in the depths of our hearts, and it was the most beautiful and happy moment in life.

As early summer approached, I painted the shadow of the sun in the lavender bushes.

There is your beautiful outline in the purple halo, the summer light is shallow, and the flowers are dyed in the heart.

In the lingering summer time, I want to get closer to you, touch you, and look at your face.

The years seem to have stagnated in you. I want to leave a common memory with you in the gentle purple flower field, illuminating all the reluctant wandering footprints and green lawns.

The warm sun of midsummer is more like your happy smile, which is endlessly charming.

The flowers bloom in the middle of summer, and I depict your delicate face in poetry, intoxicated by the dreamlike purple fragrance, and I can't extricate myself.

In the silhouette of Shaoguang, there is a dream of beauty and romance.

Gardenias bloom, green plums yellow

The face is like a flower, and the meaning is connected

A pot of green leaves, a new pot

Pale green and light red, spread out at will

Looking back at the past life, encountering in this life

A thousand hearts, ten thousand lovesickness

Qinglian breaks the branches, and does not stain the original heart

Wandering in the warm and humid Qinhuai River, the tireless green lotus, between the pitches, is full of your warm breath, shallow into the heart.

Walking through the Jiangnan season of Fangcao Feifei, the green leaves and pink flowers in the sky swept thousands of knots, the bitter wishes, have you heard, I have understood...

In the day after the night, the painting boat is sleepless, in the song of the warbler and the butterfly, the phoenix is flying, and the mandarin dream mirror lake is full of your unchanging face.

I folded the branch to write the sigh of my soul for the pen, just to be able to fly over the lotus heart and see the moment you bloom.

It is difficult to find a confidant, and what is even more difficult to find is the touch of shock that passes through the heart.

It's hard to find a real heart, and what is even harder to find is that corner of life is waiting for you.

To be able to meet that is a great happiness, do not seek to meet, do not seek to know each other, just want to stop for a moment, it is eternal.

As far away as the end of the world, my transparent thoughts are always within your reach.

We stay together in the deepest and most beautiful sea of flowers, in the warmest and sweetest season, and feel each other's truest hearts.

Though you are thousands of miles away, and I am in the empty city that I am firmly guarded. But I still feel like you're my watchfulness and my thoughts lately.

Silently guarded, unchanged. The empty city is watching, and you can also see the far away.

Listen for a lifetime, pour out for a lifetime.

Broken branches are pens, and the fragrance is pervasive.

A little bit of heart, thousands of touches.

Haunting dreams, relying on each other.

Heavy hearts, reluctant entanglements, and even helpless loneliness are all melted like spring drizzle because of your bright smile.

In an instant, the moist eyes bend the most beautiful arc for you, and the corners of the mouth are as gorgeous as flowers for you

How good it would be if life was only as it first saw it! I would like to turn into a wisp of spring breeze, surround you and never leave you, just to touch your gentle fingertips.

How good it would be if life was only as it first saw it! I would like to be a little grass under your feet, bathing in light and drinking dew, just to see your happy smile.

How good it would be if life was only as it first saw it! I would like to be the warm sunshine after the rain, brushing away the raindrops on your body, just to hear a charming greeting.

Life is never just the first time you first met, and you are the best meeting in my life.

In this picturesque season, I met the chic gentleman under the black cloth umbrella, who was stoic and strong.

On the screen, I love every bit of his expression, every word and every sentence, and I can't extricate myself.

Gradually, I began to like the boy hidden behind the chic gentleman, the completely different happiness and sunshine, which made me instantly feel the happiness of the sunny sky after the rain and the spring breeze.

Then, liking became more and more liked, love became more and more admirable, infatuation became more and more infatuated, and you even became a source of inspiration for my dreams.

At a glance, ten thousand years, it is nothing more than that; I am drunk, just for that moment of encounter.

Smoke willow painting bridge, black boat ferry, I listened to the heavy sigh of the ancient town in the south of the Yangtze River, and my heart also curled like smoke.

In the damp void, the whispers of lotus leaves and lotus roots echoed.

I wanted to hear it clearly, but I had no choice but to hit the water with a wooden oar, and the smoke willows caught the wind, blowing away the whispering warbler song, so I had to give up.

The heavy sigh continued, and I knocked on my door and asked myself: when will I be close to you.

Thousands of thoughts and thousands of nostalgia, all exist only because of you, a cup of tea, a Zen song, can I take a look at your looking back in the streamer.

The light veins on the back of the hand are shallow marks that have crossed the edges of time.

In the silhouette of life, singing poems, the slightest wisp of affection will be like a red ribbon sinking on the fingertips, lingering, going around and around, until it is entwined into the deepest part of the soul and can no longer be untied.

In the soft thoughts, the dark fragrance floated. In the delicate words, it is your outline.

The gentleness of the breeze, the temperature of the lake, the thin pen into words, and the thoughts into poems.

What can be seen is your reflection and your calmness after the precipitation of the years.

A clear spring is enough to quench your thirst; A handful of thoughts is enough to fill all the empty states of mind, so I don't want to ask for it, just empty your mind for you, cross the boundary between movement and stillness, and turn your heart into a butterfly across the floating embankment.

In the baptism of the years, time flies, the romance brought by love, and the joy brought by friendship will gradually fade in life.

When everything is dull and boring, the definition of knowing each other is not to be there for you all the time, but how much you love him.

When he becomes a line of words engraved in your heart, a mark, when his gentle eyes appear in your mind all the time.

Then even if you don't have to be with you all the time, you will be willing to know each other in the plain and stay with the unforgettable back.

In the haze, blurted out 'I love you', and then patted the little prince next to you who was awakened by you, smiled, and hid the poem that was almost brought out of the dream into the depths of his heart.

Seriously, deeply remember the pair of eyes that are always smiling and happy.

The fatigue of wearing the stars and the moon will only open a window. When you are lost in the hardships of life, it is the happiest moment to be able to see the light in your heart.

Yun, you are a neon in the distance, I try to get closer to you, run towards you. On the way forward, overlooking the familiar and unfamiliar city lights.

So many flaws and imperfections are made satisfying because of your smiling face.

As night falls, the neon lights in the distance become brighter and brighter, making people yearn for more.

I rested for a moment and got back on my way. At that moment, your charm was all perfection in my eyes.

When I have insomnia, I love listening to your broadcasts, especially the part where you read the forensic doctor Qin Ming.

When helpless, I like to watch your TV series, over and over again.

When I was sad, I clung to the pillow with you on it and cried until I fell asleep.

Because of the habit of my profession, I wake up like a dream, and the only thing that remains unchanged is my love for you.

I like to perceive the world with sound, depict dreams with pen and ink, curl up in my own nest like a cat, and enjoy the happiness that belongs only to me.

Your deep and charismatic voice will always be the most beautiful music in my nest.

When inspiration dries up, I take off the mask of camouflage, crush the shell that has been precipitated over the years, open my heart, and feel the most authentic love for you with my truest self.

A beautiful encounter will always stay in a certain place and a certain point. Precious in your life.

Encounters will be unforgettable because of longing, difficult to find because of the past, and cherished because of precipitation.

Yun, you are so wonderful to me, since that one eye encounter, you have achieved eternal addiction.

Your laughter and happiness fill your heart, and your beauty and happiness go hand in hand. I will always want to look at your happy and joyful side, because your sadness and helplessness will also make my heart ache.

Everyone will be quiet and let the heart take on all the passions.

Sitting at the desk and meditating, the words flowed out of the pen little by little, and then completely forgotten little by little.

Take a sip of tea, pick up the puzzle pieces with your face printed on them, spread them out on the floor one by one, and put together a smile in your heart.

New inspiration will pour into my heart like a sweet spring, and whenever this happens, I just want to say to you, "Thank you!"

Set a small goal first, such as 1 second to remember: Book Keju mobile version reading website: