Spring comes and goes, summer solstice and late winter, condensing every moment of my love for you.

Your smile is like a trace of warm coolness outside the window in late autumn.

The heat from the air conditioner penetrates my skin.

I like to be in front of the window in late autumn, holding a pillow with your head printed on it, sipping a cup of black tea, and feeling the weak coolness that penetrates.

Every time I see you smiling, my heart is full of sunshine, and I feel that the beauty of the past has gradually recovered.

Under the scorching summer sun, my fingers are sticky with sweat, but I still can't put down the pen and ink that writes you.

until drowsy.

I'm not a big fan of summer because it's always a nuisance.

But with your summer, the trouble will be reduced a lot, because lying down and watching you on the screen is a kind of happiness, and sleepiness is the best reason to be lazy, isn't it?

Winter is coming, and so is my active season.

I express my love for you every day and heal every pain with a happy mood.

The icy climate is the best climate for me, and it is also the time when I miss you the most.

Spring is the end of the year for me, and I will drag my tired pace to go to various places to enjoy the flowers and gardens, and visit every garden in my hometown.

At this time, every beautiful flower is your shining and happy eyes in my eyes.

The wind comes and goes, never stops, and I like to find my old dreams, chasing my heart on the cobble-paved country roads.

When did you fall in love with you? I never remember how long that was ago.

Memories make me happy, but I don't want to trace the source of memories, because that person is you, and I want to remember it forever and forever.

Spoon, or rather, I always like to call you that, and every little name makes me feel infinitely tender.

Not content with seeing you on the screen, I like to imagine things that are out of reach or unattainable while walking.

For example, I can at least meet you, at least I can say a word to you.

However, imagination is imagination, but I don't really have the luxury of expecting it, because I have met you countless times with pen and ink.

Meeting in pen and ink is the most beautiful. The memories and thoughts hidden in the heart are the sweetest.

I hope you can be happy and happy every day, fulfill your every wish, and find the person who truly belongs to you and loves yourself.

As for me, being a watchman from afar is all happiness.

Through the hazy and confused mirror, my melancholy eyes meet your happy eyes, which are instant changes and happiness.

You will always be so happy, like the warm sun in autumn, conveying a steady stream of positive energy to me.

Readers always say that your words are too sad and you have to see the good side of human nature.

I smiled imperceptibly and told them: I saw the sunniest, happiest teenager. He's the source of my happiness.

I can never give up, and my attachment and pursuit of you is a kind of satisfaction and a kind of spiritual happiness.

It's the most special feeling that nothing else can bring.

Love your mood, let my world shine with the sun, even if the dark clouds walk under the pen, I can feel the splendor hovering overhead.

This is the strength you give me to never give up on you, dear.

As the sun sets, the lake is brightly illuminated, and I am by the lake, fiddling with the bag with your face printed on it.

I love these little items the most, every bag, every pillow, every teacup, even the patch on the wall, on which is your face.

With a happy smile, I secretly smiled alone by the lake.

No one saw it, it was my own thoughts, and the little boy next to me was already asleep on my lap.

I hummed softly the song you sang, and although it was out of tune, it was so beautiful to my ears.

A boy like a flower, may happiness stay in your heart, I stroke the soft black hair in my hand, and silently bless you in my heart.

I love seeing you smile and catch a little bit of your unhappy face, and my mood will hit rock bottom.

So do your best to be happy! A boy named Yun, because your happiness will make a distant person feel happy?

Since the beginning of this year, I have been looking forward to it, Jin Ge Iron Horse, a young general under the shadow of the desert wolf smoke.

The mood of waiting was so anxious that in the winter I felt the scorching heat of summer.

Fortunately, the flowers and the boy lived up to expectations, and your outstanding performance made me review it frequently, and my heart was calmed down.

New shows, new TV series, hurry up.

When I can't see your face, the ink on the tip of the pen is gradually becoming indifferent.

It's just for you, so I'll always look forward to seeing you and surprise me every time.

Visiting the Amazon at night, crocodiles are so afraid?

Maybe I really don't want to think about how to get close to you, how to make you recognize me.

None of these things matter.

You love to walk, and every place you reach becomes a memory of the past. And I, watching your footsteps from afar, every place you stop is the most beautiful moment in memory.

I wish to think that every long journey, every time I look at each other across the screen, is like a beautiful tassel hanging from the sky, and the brilliant brilliance that never ends on the horizon.

Feel every bit of you with your heart, and you have never liked someone like this and your heart.

The small gray flying leaves, wholeheartedly yearning for the unique and brilliant stars.

The gray leaves swirled and fell to the ground, melting into the dirt until they died, not changing her gaze......

I love the light rain in the sky, I don't know if you will like it too, and the mood is born from this, and the little inspiration is also born from this.

That is the immortality on which I live my life.

As if you were unbreakable in my mind.

The beautiful crescent boat on the pavilion in the middle of the lake, which is the most beautiful residence, I imagine you rowing silver oars, thinking about every goal you aspire to.

Love you, I will be like the waves, brushing the bottom of the crescent boat.

Love you, I will be like a breeze, nudging the sails of the crescent ship.

Love you, I will be like a warm sun, shining on your way forward.

Everything I want to do for you, the oscillation between balance and imbalance, is full of sweet happiness.

The beauty of imagination will never go out of style for me.

You will never leave the most important place in my heart for me.

One person can't have the whole world, but there will always be a you in my world.

Yun, from the first glance, I was attracted by you and couldn't forget it.

You are like a brilliant light, the love of reaching out, even if it is just a moment of turning, I will be happy or sad for you.

Missing and longing for immortality, a person will never grow old.

I miss and yearn for you, and the excitement of my heart and mind all come because of you.

Your happiness guides my happiness. Let me gradually fly to the wonderful world under the string nocturne.

Every note, every dance step, I turned into a little Chihiro in the fairy tale world, looking for the footprints you passed by, and blending into the sea of life.

Flying eaves, jade tiles, deep alleys, spring breeze and wind chimes dance together

Willow, blue and white, in front of the ancient house, the new stamen and the old elegance reflect each other

Hand in hand, we walked across the stone bridge and the Ju Pagoda, stopping on the twilight bank of the river.

I dimly reached out to pluck my heart, but I saw the flowing fluorescent light

The beautiful dance dispelled my drowsiness

The jasmine flowers have long bloomed on the branches, but the person holding it in his hand is still silent

"Have you ever seen the most beautiful season in Jiangnan?"

The palms were held tighter, and the heart was lingering, and on the shore of the bridge, the drizzle was beating on the fishing boats

Your laughter is knocking on the door of my heart

The most beautiful season, the most beloved boy, I listened to the sound of wind chimes dancing in the wind

Crisp and pleasant

All the thoughts are meandering in the bell, like the gurgling water in the south of the Yangtze River

The golden needle and thread embroidered little by little in my hands to create a mandarin dream

The wooden oars on the small fish boat gently flapped my eyes that I wanted to close

When has the young man beside him been gone, leaving a dashing figure on the horizon

The lotus leaves and lotus flowers under the drizzle are like heavy curtains, so that I can't see your face that is gradually disappearing

Like a dream, like a dream

You and I are on the other side of the water and the sky

Thinking of each other, fear of seeing each other

Tonight's rain rises glass heart?

I like to smell incense, listen to songs, and write in the autumn sun, and then lean in front of the window, with my back to the sun, and think about you.

It seems that in every fold of light and shadow, there is a memory of you.

The older it is, the more profound it is, and your figure flows in every day.

It should be suitable for the lonely soul to become warm and verdant, so that the pace of pursuing dreams becomes persistent and stable.

The wind is like your hand, around the crack of the window, caressing my cold skin, and making me feel relaxed.

Love you, needless to say, your name has been deeply rooted in my heart.

I construct my dreams under the flowers, with roses as poems, peonies as rhymes, and jasmine as sounds, and write some cool sentences to taste three inches of time with you.

It is said that the most beautiful is the April day in the world, and I would like to share the beauty with you every day and every moment.

Love makes my heart stay on the traces of your presence in my heart, and I don't want to leave for a long time.

Even if the flowering period is short-lived and the years are easy to get cold, the look you will give you will stay at the initial temperature.

When the red face is no longer red, the light rain and frost, I will still stick to the blue sky with you.

The glass mind is shining, and the prosperity and loneliness are lingering.

The flowers are over, the agarwood is blooming, and I am standing under the branches of the dark incense.

With fresh and warm words, I will thank you for the season when the grass grows and the warbler flies.

The warmth of your fingertips, drawing a beautiful pattern in the void, is a streamer that moves only for you.

The words in my heart, fluttering in the drizzle of smoke and dust, are just for you.

The green years of apricot blossoms and light rain accidentally turned into a sudden dream across the palm.

Your left hand is your bright smile, and your right hand holds your own shallow sigh.

As the year goes by, the stairs to the dream of beauty are piled up.

I didn't have time to sort it out, I didn't have time to memorize it, I only caught the tail of the pampertail and retained the beauty in your eyes.

The heart of love for you, with the flow of year by year, becomes more and more quiet and rich.

Like fragrant tulips, blooming violets, and blooming autumn peonies.

Surrounded by the dream garden, Qianqiansu's hand bypassed the crack of time and secretly stretched out to the man he liked.

Pure as a spring river, strong as the summer sun.

In the depths of time, I picked up the gurgling water, let them slide through my fingertips, and the little bit of crystal was your face.

Early in the morning, gently open the fence gate of the Dream Garden, and butterflies flutter into the palm of my hand.

I asked it, "The boy in his dreams, has he ever left his footsteps?" ”

The butterfly slowly shook its head, nodded slowly, and then danced in the air, leading me into the depths of prosperity.

Love him, please don't care if he stays or not.

Love him, please don't care if he has ever looked at each other.

Love him, please don't care if he has you with him in his footsteps.

If you love him, please bear all that he has and become a small cloud in the sky for him.

We will all fall in love with one deeply, deeply, and then look forward to the vows of staying together, towards the twilight, and the mountains and the sky and the earth together

However, what if there is only heaven and no earth? If there is no mutual affection, but only each other?

Love will still exist, and it will still be very deep, and the rainbow that can really be engraved into your heart will never be indifferent because of distance.

Happiness may not have anything to do with love, or it may have nothing to do with the person in your deepest heart.

Many times, a lot of likes and loves need to be hidden deep in the bottom of your heart, they don't seem to be able to bring you anything, in fact, they are always making you forget the past, forget the sadness.

When all the colors climb up the rainbow, when all the feelings come to your heart, your love for him will never be able to strip away from the depths of your heart.

Maybe it has nothing to do with it, but it's always caring; Maybe unintentionally, but always concerned; Maybe it didn't happen, but the love was deep.

Acacia on the other side, just for you, Yun!

At this moment, the sun is just right, the bamboo chair is gently shaking, and I am sitting in the spring light half asleep, with the sound of the washing machine turning in my ears and the noise of the little boy.

Through the mirror-like halo, I carefully studied the appearance of the young man in my heart.

A warm smile melts my heart like a sweet strawberry ice cream.

It always makes people feel so sweet and happy, as if it is an angel who can drive away all the gloom.

"Don't make any more noise, be good, go take a nap." Frowning, he whispered, but was ignored.

I didn't care, because the face of the young man in front of me was getting clearer and clearer.

Even when you close your eyes, you can feel the splendor of gold.

Warm love, gentle love, what a pleasant afternoon!

The washing machine began to play soft music, indicating that its work was almost finished, and the little boy's voice became proud, because he had completed his 'vast project'.

I turned my head and looked at the little colorful castle in front of me. Suddenly, it was as if I had seen a mirage of my dreams.

"Let's go to sleep again, okay?"

"Good!" The sweet answer faded away with the sound of cheerful footsteps.

I stood up and walked towards the colorful dream of the castle of princes and princesses, and my smile bloomed on my face.

Who will be the princess of the teenagers? No matter who it is, they will receive a sincere blessing from the other side.

Be happy! Let's be happy with the joy of the ruthless! Juvenile!

At this moment, the sun is just right, the bamboo chair is gently shaking, and the gentle spring light is shrouded in it, overflowing, brilliant and colorful......

Over the years, the flowers on the other side have bloomed, and do you know the mountains and seas? In the season with warm sunshine, we met by chance, and it was the most opportune love.

I watched the summer breeze blowing through the wind chimes in front of the door, but I couldn't wait to meet you again.

Where do I find you? Where should I see you?

The other side! A chasm that can never be crossed hurts me.

Mountains and seas, I would like to wait for you an empty city, which will be filled with my love.

No matter who your life blooms for, a corner of my life will always stay and bloom for you.

The dreamman in the twilight rain, I... Miss you so much!

The morning light was slightly dewed, and I was in the courtyard, looking up at the blue branches.

Between the breaths, the white mist curls, the cold wind wraps the thin, and the patches of green green turn to withered yellow, drifting with the wind.

On the branches, the flowers bloom coldly, and the crystal clear petals reflect your eyes one by one.

In the silence and breath, the scattered snowflakes on the thoughts are entwined, and they melt in an instant.

The young man with cold eyes and starry eyes, foggy sideburns and windy mustaches, and a dazzling body.

On the cyan branches, I saw your deep love fluttering and flying.

The line is re-lined, and you know each other from afar.

Thousands of miles away, as if within a stone's throw away.

Looking at the other side, there is nothing to ask for.

The spring breeze is slender, and the birds fall on the eaves.

The lovesickness has been going on for a long time, and the love has been deeper.

Sijun is pleasant, and time flies.

Huaijuan is long, waiting for the young man.

——Adapted from "Xing Xing Xing Xing Xing", Ai Yun

I miss you, love you, far away from thousands of mountains and rivers.

Heart, leaping or throbbing, for every tear or every smile on the screen.

Love, sweetness or sorrow, for every look you look back at or sigh under the pen and ink.

Whether it is close at hand or at the end of the world, whether it is with or as a passerby, whether it is lovesick or forgetful, you are my most brilliant beauty.

I am willing to be drunk and hazy for you, I am willing to indulge in your obsession and perceive everything about you in a wordless way.

Yun!

The voice is slow, the voice is drunk, the voice is asleep, and the sound is constant.

Like a lark singing to the morning glow, I put all the calls into the most beautiful scenery in my eyes and into the most dazzling clouds in my heart.

The same as your face, the same as my mind!

I always like to listen to the rain, drink eternally in the sound of the drizzle, slightly drunk and soft, and the fingertips describe the faces of the people in the dream, light and charming.

According to the veins, the two follow each other, and the drizzle is light like smoke.

Softly chanting the colorful magic mirror, the young man is so chic and picturesque, and the feeling of being slightly drunk gradually came to my heart.

Kissing the sleeping face in my arms, I threw the cup of qiongshi into the endless strings of the lute, and the blurry dots made me sleepy.

The voice is long, the voice is short, and the vast loneliness is dripping, from the top of the sky to my heart.

The rain strengthens the thoughts, and the acacia moistens the spring rain.

I closed the window, shutting out the sound of heaven outside. Leaning quietly, gradually falling into a nightmare.

A curtain overlaps a curtain of tenderness, the pure sky under the shadows, the soft murmur of the drizzle, and the cowardice of wandering before the heavy rain.

A layer of overlapping thoughts, the shallow and warm sunshine into the dream, the footsteps of the long journey entangle the heart, chic and open, moist and penetrating.

The circle of rhythm, the ripples, and the bits and pieces of mood have all turned into my wavering mood for you.

Under the peach blossom branches, the fiery red hem of your clothes is flying, reflecting your pupils and staining the plain cloth clothes on your body.

The remnant sun is like a sharp sword, carving all the pain you gave in your heart, bringing down a trace of flesh and blood, shocking!

The red wind chimes bear witness to my unchanging heart for you.

In the continuous rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River, there are always tears flooding in the corners; The beautiful scenery that can only be found in the lonely spring, it is the incomprehensible thoughts under the flying red handkerchief.

Whose eyes are flooding, whose skirts are swirling, who is knocking on the door of my heart in the years.

It's you, it's your unique charm, it's your unique smile, it's your unique chic demeanor, it's your unique love and thoughts.

I am like an idle cloud floating in the sky, and you are like a bird soaring past me.

I want to reach out and grab a glimmer of light, but I don't want you to illuminate my whole dream.

The snowflakes melt into the coldness of the palm, which is the warmth that gradually overflows from the bottom of the heart.

The frost that climbs up the window at night is a shallow and inclusive dream of the Burrow.

Standing in the cold wind of winter, I carefully looked for the footsteps of early spring, which was the expectation of Mu Jing and Yuanwang.

Thousands of mountains and twilight snow, I am drunk and hazy, counting the years.

Every point, every moment of light, there is your hazy figure, there is your dreamlike smile.

I stretched out my hands, in the middle of the sky, trying to catch the snowflakes in the sky.

That's the most brilliant color you left in my lonely heart.

I said goodnight to Oneiroi and pushed open the window of my own candy house, and the fragrance came to my face.

In the cold years when the flowers are withering, the small bridges here are flowing and the flowers are blooming.

No one lives with me, and someone snoops on my mind.

I brewed myself a cup of tea and listened to the gentle sighs and the gentle steps of dancing.

The young man in white walked among the bushes, then passed by the blue sea level and beckoned to me.

With a sip of fragrance, I smiled like a hibiscus flower blooming on the branches across the fence of the candy hut.

A night of dreams, so short and yet so sweet......

When the first rays of morning light turned transparent, I had to say good morning to Oneiroi again, who was about to leave.

The emerald green four-leaf clover, the rainbow-like seven-colored flowers, that is the most beautiful memory of childhood.

When I grow up, what I learn is not the slow feeling of a long stream, but the eternal love at first sight.

Something is wonderful, it's not what you can usually imagine.

For example, in a certain situation, a certain need, a special mentality at a special stage, or even a certain perception and loss regardless of age or each other, in a short period of time, a kind of affection that you like, satisfy, unrestrained, and even attractive burst out from the bottom of your heart.

Often such feelings, such attachments and yearnings, can 'thousands of miles of stratus clouds, thousands of mountains and twilight snow, only the shadow to whom. ’

Young man, when I stepped out of the ignorant world of seven-colored flowers, I met your most beautiful time and my deepest yearning.

Young man, every point you left with me is a unique mark.

No matter what kind of mood you have, no matter what kind of opportunities you have, no matter what kind of longing you have.

Let the time go by, you have always been in my heart.

A lively teenager, a pure teenager, a teenager with a timeless heart, you will always stand closest to love and the farthest place from embrace.

When my whole body and mind are quiet, I will listen carefully to the aftertastes and feelings with a beautiful mood.

Close my eyes and I can see the silhouette of you left in the wind.

I write alone, from early morning to late afternoon;

I miss alone, from beginning to end;

I danced alone, from sunrise to dusk;

I chant alone, from between your brows to my heart.

Life is hard to come by, and we are always full of emotions about the future, but no matter which one it is, I know that my future will always be with you.

A boy from far away, even if I set foot on the road of fire.

I will not forget the traces of the stars that once illuminated my whole body and mind.

I want to say goodbye to the lonely midnight, my worries, my sorrows, none of my business.

Follow in your footsteps and be inspired.

I don't want to be silent, I want to radiate.

With my senses and hearing, I looked at the sky and threw the dream woven by the seven-colored rainbow in the direction of the boy, until I was sweating profusely, full of casual and calm happiness.

In fact, you are drowned in the sea of people, and it can't stop my thousands of hearts for you.

There are some things that don't have to be forced, and life cannot be without joy or sorrow.

As long as it's all just right, it's okay to choose what has impressed you.

A person who once moved me, a poem that once moved me, a tear that once moved me, and the laughter that always moved me.

Right! Pure white boy, it's you.

In the midst of all the disturbances, you are the one who happens to impress me.

I can clearly remember the beauty of my dreams every time.

Grow wings and fly over fields, over forests, over mountains, over rivers, over everything, away from the hustle and bustle.

I couldn't stop, because on the ground in the distance, there was a cheerful teenager.

He held out his hands to me and said, "Come on, let's share the joy together."

But I can't stay in that land where he is.

So I waved my hands vigorously and said, "Have fun!" Your smile is my happiness. ”

Gotta say I love you

A teenager and a beautiful girl fell in love at first sight, and their love was so strong, like the plum blossoms blooming in early spring and March.

Even if it is a cold wind, it must be blown against the wind.

The teenager had no money and no family that could provide him with good conditions.

The girl's family is also very poor, but she has an enviable beauty, so there is no shortage of other teenagers who are worth a lot of money.

The years baptize, time flies, the romance of love quietly recedes in life, and what follows is the dullness of knowing each other.

The two of them have stepped out of the campus and into society. The boy still cares about the girl as meticulously as he did when he first met.

But the inferiority complex in his heart made it impossible for him to say the three words that represented eternity to the girl - I love you.

One morning, the girl opened her sleepy eyes and found the boy secretly lying beside his bed, holding a pen and paper and not knowing what he was doing. He kept muttering some inaudible words in his mouth.

"Why did you wake up so early? Don't sleep a little longer? The girl asked.

Hearing her voice, the boy hurriedly picked up the pen that had fallen on the ground, and his face flushed as if he had done something bad.

The girl's personality is straightforward and a little impatient, which is the opposite of the slow personality of a teenager.

Without hesitation, the girl snatched the paper in the young man's hand and brought it to her eyes.

For a moment, it was like a long silence for the two of them.

The girl's tears burst down the river, instantly wetting her pretty face and jet-black hair.

On a full piece of paper, all of them are I love you, every word is strong through the back of the paper, and every stroke is full of deep affection.

The teenager had no choice but to say I love you in front of the girl. So he could only secretly, secretly, before the girl woke up, to finish writing and finishing all the things he wanted to say I love you.

"Fool! I love you too! I've always loved you. ”

The hug fell with the kiss, and in the girl's beautiful eyes, happiness shone like the neon of the night.

When lost, your eyes are my direction

It's really about relaxing in the middle of your busy schedule, enjoying the afternoon and waking up in the sun. I thought about it and thought about it, I don't know how long it had been since I had done something like this.

However, I did not feel troubled or sorrowful. Because of my work, all my labor is related to the little light that belongs to you.

Familiar and unfamiliar with the city lights, I peeked into the flaws and imperfections of the world from different angles. I feel the shock and happiness you bring me all the time.

Looking back at the place, the splendor or flickering of the soul, I passed by one by one. The only thing that remains unchanged on the road is your fiery eyes

Put on the chains you gave me

A beautiful and fashionable girl, he always likes to wear a fiery red dress. The narrow skirt was knee-length, wrapping her slender long legs tightly, as if the slightest step would tear apart.

She's skinny, but this skirt is thinner than her.

In addition to the skirt, there is a fashionable short hair highlighted by rainbow colors and a pair of red high heels that remain unchanged all year round.

The makeup on the face is very thick, but it is by no means in a glamorous state. This is a state of being in the state of being immature and above the girl.

Girls never wear necklaces or any other jewelry. She always said that metal would be a shackle that bound a person.

Except for not having a fixed boyfriend, everything else, including work, is quite comfortable for girls.

However, one day, her colleagues saw her wearing a slender and beautiful necklace with diamonds shining brightly.

Did you buy it yourself? Or which man gave it to you?

It's so beautiful! You've got a great eye!

Tell us what's going on? Are you finally willing to accept bondage?

Did your boyfriend give it to you? Let's talk about it!

Don't put yourself in a shackle! That's what you said!

The babbling did not get any answer from the girl, he just smiled and stretched out his fingers to stroke the necklace around his neck.

After a long time, so long that my colleagues felt a little impatient and were about to go back to work, the girl spoke:

"Love will make metal soft, and it will make a person willingly accept the shackles given by the other party."

All the colleagues turned around in an instant and saw the girl, a beautiful girl in a fiery red dress standing in front of the transparent glass door of the company still smiling, and outside the glass door, a tall figure was about to raise her hand and knock on the door......

A delicious glass of pure brew has the potential to reveal your heart.

When you cook a candlelit dinner with your loved one, be sure to use ice cream instead of red wine.

Replace drunkenness with sweetness and indulgence with richness.

Don't worry, when you're sober, your heart is revealed.

And don't always rely on getting drunk to express your heart.

If you put ice cream in your mouth, the sober brain cells do not conflict with the romantic atmosphere.

To love someone is to make the brain cells always look at him soberly, think about him, and miss him.

Let him be rooted in your heart like a sweet dream, but never a dream brought on by a hangover.

It's a sweet and rich dream like ice cream.

Intoxicated by dreams deep in the bone marrow, every day I think of you, has become a vein of my heart.

Every time I stretch out my hands that want to get close to you, I feel like I'm at a loss.

The heart that is attached to you will never change, and the trapped youth is the little thought hidden in my heart.

Love the joy you bring me and love all the scenery you bring me.

In the face of the turmoil of life, you have been shining all the way, and I have been following it all my life.

The unstoppable footsteps trapped my youth, and also brought your unchanging youthful feelings.

Far away from the beautiful distance, close to the haunting heart, bless you with all your joy and happiness.

The attachment to you will never change.

The rain in the early spring of the south of the Yangtze River seeps into the hearts of the people bit by bit, like sympathy, dense and dense.

On the small stone road in the ancient alley, the cold and humid air follows your breath and footsteps, as if the rain will fall from the sky in the next second.

From a distance, everything seemed hazy and blurry. When I got closer, it was so clear and colorful.

Kira floated in the rain, outlining a graceful figure, and the oil-paper umbrella in her hand unconsciously leaned on her shoulder.

The pale rouge clouds became rich because I thought of you, and I don't know whose pen and ink painted such a beautiful picture.

The most beautiful thing in the picture is not the scenery of March in the south of the Yangtze River, but your cheerful and bright smile.

In an instant, all the rain curtains faded, the sun changed the damp charm of Jiangnan, and the oil-paper umbrella in your hand also slipped off your shoulder, flying like a dandelion to the sky where you are.

Let life travel freely through the corners of time

Accompany the wind and embark on the long journey of life

Fall asleep with the warm starlight

Quietly look at all the joy and sorrow

"The Longest Journey" is just a song I overheard in my busyness, a warm song full of yearning for a better future.

Although full of sorrow and a long parting from life and death, he still never gave up and spent his life looking for it.

The song is full of reluctance and beautiful yearning, as well as warm sadness.

plugged in the headphones, listened to the intoxicating sound, and began to look for the owner of the beautiful melody, so I watched "Heartless Mage" and found an actor named Zhang Ruoyun.

Because of him, I fell in love with Zhang Xianzong, who was willing to give everything for love.

"Zhang Xianzong, why are you so good to me?"

"Because I love you!"

"Isn't it called love when you are happy?"

"To be happy with each other is to be able to love each other, but unfortunately, there are not so many people in the world who are happy with each other. It's hard to fall in love, more often than not, with people like me. For me, love is love, and who cares if there is no return. ”

Zhang Xianzong put together the three words I love you and turned it into a Yue Qiluo. He willingly gave everything for her, exchanging his life for a moment of beauty, without complaint or regret.

And in front of the screen, unconsciously, the first love was in my moist eyes.

Then I began to deliberately look for it, deliberately watched, and gradually, because I never watched TV series because of writing, I began to chase two or three episodes of dramas every day.

If you want to squeeze out time, there is no way, especially for the person you like.

Then, my eyes were fixed on "Sparrow", Zhang Ruoyun used his wonderful acting skills to let me see a Tang Shanhai with infinite charm.

Love is not allowed, only the motherland and faith are in my heart, loyal, fearless, full of the tragedy of family and country feelings, and the indescribable heart for the people I love.

This is not only the success of the interpretation, but also the sincere communication, the shortcomings of the character design are as small as grains of sand here, and I feel that every ray of brilliance in my eyes shines with the upright figure of Tang Shanhai.

Since then, it has not changed for ten thousand years, and this man has achieved eternity in my heart.

"I have a poisonous weed growing in my heart, and I want to hug it before I pull it out."

"It's because I don't know when I'm going to die that I'm afraid of missing you."

When Tang Shanhai's footsteps gradually drifted away, the sadness in my heart became more and more intense, as if I was about to lose a confidant I had known for a hundred years.

The mind during that period of time can be described as empty, no matter what you think or do, it seems to be empty, as if it is sad.

The pen and ink in my hand became more and more bleak, and the reader even asked me: "Why are you so sad?" ”

Even so, I couldn't help but watch all the images of the person in my heart, and I felt like I was obsessed with TV dramas during that time.

Whether it is old or new, they are all turned out one by one and carefully examined. will only look for that unforgettable figure on the screen.

Until, I saw the true colors of this figure, what a happy, how sunny, what a timeless and wise boy! Is that Tangshanhai?

No, I shouldn't doubt it, if Tang Shanhai wasn't born in that era, he should also be so sunny and happy.

Your loved one will always want him to be happier, won't he?

So I was obsessed with Kuaiben and Hua Shao again, and watching him happy seemed to be more and more happy! I was able to start writing semi-funny texts, which was a big surprise for me!

Alas! How can I soothe the reader's tangled state of mind?!

With Tang Shanhai, there is Qin Ming; With a happy and eternal teenager, there is a trace of cute feelings in the gap of sorrow.

I can't stop, I can't see it, day by day, month after month, year after year, I love more and more the happiness and touching brought to me by the boy in white.

Although his age may not be suitable for calling him a teenager, I just like to call him like this: a boy named Yun, a boy who is as refreshing as a cloud in the fog, a boy who is cute and invincible, etc., etc., etc.

Anyway, I just don't want to, I don't want to stop, no matter how old he is, my mind will not change.

After chasing forensic doctor Qin Ming, I chased it for more than three months, why more than three months, not more than two months. That's because of my busy schedule, which made me have to miss some episodes.

Then make up for the missed ones, and it's been more than three months, and after watching it, I'm still completely unsatisfied, and I'm full of eyes 'When will the second season come?' ’

A fair and just criminal policeman, a servant of the people who enforces the law impartially, and a corpse whisperer who respects and admires. Isn't there a feeling of super excitement?

I have it anyway, so, okay! I changed my state of mind and started to actively study how to write a good reasoning every day.

During that period of time, it is not an exaggeration to describe it as forgetting to sleep and eating, and I even asked a lot of questions about corpses in one breath on the writer Qin Ming's Weibo.

After "Qin Ming", the heroic boy under the lonely smoke of the desert is coming, the heroic history song that people yearn for a long time ago.

Huh~ A young man named Zhang Ruoyun, how many surprises can you bring me, I am crazy for you, crazy for you, and every bit of inspiration for you, the only reason is that the first sight is deep in my heart......