The memory is clear, what I can't touch is the truth in the memory, when I see the photo full of iron cables, the clear memory becomes blurred, so I dare to look, I want to keep the truth that belongs to me, I want to remember the desire in my heart. Love is such a wonderful thing, try to think, try to dream, but this dream and this thought can not come in the future that can be touched, I love my thoughts, I look forward to my dreams.

On the street, two people were walking, the child stopped, forgot to tell the elder, or a cold wind, the elder found that there was no child next to him, so panic began to come, and he tried to find him.

The child walks forward, and the elder follows, which is a kind of waiting, a kind of loving waiting.

Parents who have lost their children can search for their children all over the world, but children who have lost their parents can only cry out in their hearts, the moment when love and being loved cannot be connected, looking forward to meeting, but they are very afraid of saying goodbye. The child should tell himself in his heart that I am not an outcast. Parents can also shout loudly, child, I am waiting for you, and the persistence that belongs to the heart meets the eyes of love.

I never gave up, and I was no longer afraid of losing. When love greets the person who belongs to him, when happiness looks forward to his dream, life moves forward moment by moment, is this love waiting for me? If the scene belonging to the dream dissipates little by little, if the person belonging to the dream grows old a little, what I hope is that this love will never give up, and what I am waiting for is also the arrival of this love little by little.

Maybe at this moment all the words have been forgotten, what he remembers is only the title that belongs to him, the title that has been lost for more than ten years, he wants to shout with all his might, the crying sound should also belong to the family at this time, looking for and goodbye, we don't just remember to look for the bumps in the road, the memory after meeting should also belong to this love, I cried.

The child shouted loudly, my name is Mao Xuesong, but I hope there is another sentence, I am home, the cry of my heart and heart, words may not be able to fill this joy, the mother hugged the child and said, I have dreamed many times in my dreams. It's a word of love.

Master, in fact, I always don't understand in my heart, why is it my son who lost it? This is the cry of the heart, maybe even the wise cannot give interpretation, I hope that this lonely waiter can tell himself in his heart that seeking is a continuation of love, as long as he is alive.

With a picture of a child printed on the flag, the story of the search for the road should not be just about loneliness and anticipation, I hope these stories can add some laughter, which can be regarded as a thank you to the hopeful. There was a road ahead, long, long, I didn't know which direction to go, all I hoped was to meet him at the next corner. Son, I never gave up.

He came, fate gathered, he left, fate dispersed. Seeking is the origin, stopping is the extinction, the road traveled, the people you have seen, each has its own cause, each has its own fate. Fate gathers and can meet each other.

Beautiful woman

A little fragrant

Drink a cup but melancholy

How to think about it

Young grass

Months withered into frost

Burning ashes and staining the heart

Drunk who thinks

Find a fragrant geometry all the way, taste a piece of red flowers;

The fragrance is thick and blue, and the sadness can be broken.

Fanghua is tear-jerking, and Huafa needs someone to accompany him

Wake up in the morning and smile broken, and at dusk there are pairs on the pillow

Blue bricks reflect white walls

Nudge the mahogany window

The floor is green

Today he has returned to his hometown

A little breeze shines brightly,

Dressed in fancy clothes to visit relatives and friends;

Where is the old scene of childhood,

The slight tremor had to be ten thousand horses.

Pick the lonely moon and the cold wind passes, how can the cold be strong with a pen;

The old withered branches grew green, cutting off thousands of clues.

A glass of shochu

Drink but a thousand melancholy

Look at the moonlight

How can you embrace thinking

Fade away from the prosperous and splendid chapter

Cool and refreshing

Tsundere on the road

Add a lot of vastness

Think about it calmly

Indifference is given to peace

Enjoy the tranquil and seductive fragrance

Beauty is ahead

Shaohua is fleeting and sad and desolate, and the glass of wine is endless

Looking back to find companionship, but the light boat has sailed.

Whispering under the moon,

Drink a little cold alone,

Tears under the eaves,

When can the stone be worn?

The cup is not gone, and people tremble,

Just for the sake of Yixian.

How many years have you known each other?

Don't dare to spit out your thoughts.

Sleepless nights,

Who knows how to live the day?

Why is it difficult for Yuqiao Magpie to connect?

See you again?

The sun stung his eyes

When I close it, I see it dimly

Dreams are distant expectations

Embark on the journey and taste leisure

Around a rugged stretch

Walk a dull life

Only then did I know that Guixian is not luxurious

This one sees it

It is just the beautiful south of the Yangtze River

That goodbye

Why can't the east wind be returned?

Beauty is a sorrow

Nostalgia is a few small boats

When the wind is downwind, stay against the wind

Laughing as we walked over

I can't come back and bow my head

I looked into the distance

It's full of muddy roads

Where does the water go slowly?

But I saw that the grass was slightly fragrant

I looked down and was confused

Single-mindedly seeking the unparalleled

How can the world be sophisticated

The heart is full of haste and hastened

Walk on the road

Kicking the grass wall with mud under your feet

Pick a fragrant flower

Sink into your heart

Spit out full of melancholy

I want to go on forever

The cold autumn is lonely, and I go to the appointment to go around the light boat;

And the cup is full, and the wine is returned to one person.

The wind rolls the remnants of the leaves and falls full of wounds, and the rain hits the paper umbrella sad and desolate;

Looking at the red sun from afar, thinking about the past, bowing his head and tearing two lines.

A heart-warming song is soft in the ears, and the sorrows are written to add splendor;

Thousands of thoughts are full of aftertaste, leaving only the breeze to fill the house.

The autumn breeze is cool in the evening, and the sky is full of fallen leaves:

Flowing water knows the meaning of flowers, where the roots go.

A little bit of starlight

Scattered to the end of the world

Worried

Cut off the hair indiscriminately

Endless love sent to the field

A few hoes

The fragrance is full of rakes

Remove mud by hand

A little water is not pretentious

For a long time, the wine was sprinkled

Sad people write poems full of sadness, and continue to fill in the old words and dreams;

The old love has not disappeared and is drunk all day long, and the newcomer drinks the old cup alone.

After three years and two generations, a kiss is a lifelong love;

The leaves fall all over the ground with the wind, and the poems are written alone to send sorrows.

How do you know the hometown of the moon

Si Jing looked at the stars from afar

The broken bridge looks forward to Lian Yunque

Tears fell and the cup was drunk

Looking forward to the beauty being confused overnight, how can you get a glass of wine to dissipate your feelings.

Write the world's clouds are pretty, and the drizzle of Jinshan is thin

In the middle of the night, the drinker was haggard, and the cup was drunk before it disappeared.

The infatuation shines on the sun and the moon, and there is no way to borrow the remnants of the clouds.

There should be no regrets in this life, and the leaves fall only for the flowers not to collapse;

Find a boat to sail to, and tread the wind and waves to find him to continue.

The grass is fragrant, and the handle is lightly held and fragrant;

A glass of wine has not disappeared to make people drunk, and it is better to have a glass of clear spring water.

Where is the city now, and you will leave a name for thousands of years;

Write all the prosperous change road, no brocade clothes on the body.

Between the trickling streams and clouds, I was happy to have the rest of my life. The green water finds the meaning of falling flowers, and the birdsong is only for the magpie bridge.

Every autumn comes with many residual leaves, who is fragrant for a few degrees?

The taste is prosperous and engraves its promise, and at this time it is known that it is plain and luxurious.

The wind and water know how affectionate, who can understand the floating of fallen leaves?

The fragrance of the residual flowers drifted away, but the Yiren did not have a good dream.

Borrow a song,

Drink 300 cups.

A song,

The intestines were broken for 3,000 years.

At that time, the young man said that he was worried,

Now it has a sad autumn.

But the three worlds,

Defeated by this life,

Who can understand the psalms that have been written?

Alone with a sense of sorrow.

Lotus flowers in the lotus pond,

Lotus flowers above the people of mercy.

With his left hand, he caresses the lotus water,

but in his right hand he plucked the petals of the lotus flowers.

Others don't know how to be emotional,

Laughing contemptible people have no clothes to wear.

Born without a thing,

Only lotus flowers are often accompanied.

This section of the road is confused,

Invite a confidant to appreciate it;

The sun will be a pair with each other,

Talk more sweetly and less sadly.

At that time, I promised to be desolate,

Who knows how old it will be in the next moment;

Heartache can only be pretended,

He will see you again in the future.

The autumn breeze is cool

Fallen leaves pave the east of the wall

Watching the flowers touch the roadside

The shadow of the pond water

Reminiscing about my childhood

Feelings are born alone

Wait until the flowers fall

The deceased has departed

The green willow silver silk shivered slightly

The dripping eaves have been dispersed

Continue to write your own thoughts, who can read

Only in the dream there are no words

Those who had flashed in front of my eyes one by one, my thoughts began to be heavy, I hated myself for my cowardice at that time, and blamed myself for not fully understanding what I wanted, beautiful and pure her, so I knew that the nightmare of perfect happiness was her. Maybe I should do something about it, and I published it, is that a sustenance? Am I sure?

Can you tell me now?

In this way, I thought about it a lot. A familiar melody echoes in my ears, you laugh, I see it. The long flowing hair, the fair cheeks, or you, haven't changed at all. Silence has become an endorsement, I feel like a coward, I dare not speak, I dare not show it, you are still like that, but I am no longer the same me. I changed, I became more silent, I learned to express my thoughts in words, but the more I did, the heavier my thoughts became, the more cowardly I became.

Dreams, vague things. That's all I can say about it. It gives me illusions and gives me hope, like a little ant with a grain of rice. I envy the little ant, because it knows how to cherish and know how to be content. There will always be a gap in the connection between the picture and the picture, and the picture that flashes in my mind is always a scene, I want to remember all the past, but I found that I have a weak heart, so I learned to forget, if one day I forget who I am, forget you, then I think I will forget that I will laugh, forget that I still have happiness. My happiness is a dream, here I can portray what I want, what makes me miserable, all kicked away one by one, there are dreams, there are words, so there is my novel, it is a chain reaction.

A person who always believes in the future is a person who never believes in himself, he doesn't know that the present is what he should do best, he doesn't know how to grasp, and many things are lost in this way. I am him, and now I understand that maybe I should do something to change myself, or to make myself more successful in life. I began to tell myself, grasp, grasp, grasp.

Determination is sometimes in a moment, one moment I do it, the next moment I win, that's what I want, I understand myself, I understand.

But I'm still fantasizing, I fantasize that one day, I will see you inadvertently, see your smile, I am satisfied, holding hands is a promise, hugging has become forever, I say for a lifetime. Very happy. Fantasy is always fantasy, fantasy can exist in reality, but fantasy can never replace reality, just like water and alcohol, miscible with each other, but it is impossible to react, and it cannot be pure forever.

You and I have never met, you and I have never met, I think everything you have, let this love melt in the space of imagination.

There is always an expectation of a perfect love. No dirty money, no quarrelsome families. Love is only a matter of two people, and this is such an unattainable thing. It's just that you can only fantasize about it slowly, and let this trace of innocence remain in the depths of your heart.

In the summer of that year, she appeared, and her eyes lit up instantly, as if this moment had determined the destiny of this life. On that day, the high school reported that I came to school alone without letting my family accompany me, and I was out of breath in the hot weather. After completing the admission procedures, I found a shady place and drank three bottles of mineral water in one go, and I clearly remember the surprisingly sweet water at that moment. Lie on the concrete floor, regardless of whether it is clean or not. Squinting his eyes, enjoying the coolness coming from underground, greedily inhaling a large amount of air, and then exhaling cloudy carbon dioxide. Just as I was enjoying all this, a strand of long hair spilled on my face, and when I opened my eyes, I was greeted by a small red face, and even this could not hide her beauty.

Classmate, can you do it? That was the first thing she said. When I got up, she and I sat side by side on the floor, and after a while we learned that she was also a freshman reporter, and coincidentally, we were future classmates. So she and I went back to the classroom and waited for the teacher.

I sat down with her, lay down on the table, smiled, closed my eyes, and went to sleep.

The first year of high school passed quickly, and by the second year of high school, I was in a relationship with her, and I still remember the scene at that time. That night, after self-study, she and I walked to the playground together, and then we ran around the playground together, and then lay down on the grass after running. At that moment, I don't know where the courage came from, I rolled over and pressed on her body and said: I love you, be my girlfriend. She didn't say anything, and I kissed her. So we were in a relationship, and after a long time she called me a hooligan.

The sophomore year of high school passed quickly in a sweet love, and in the blink of an eye to the third year of high school, although this year was a very tense year in the eyes of most people, she and I were never nervous, because we had a common goal. The college entrance examination is over, the notice has come down, and we can study in the same school again. In the four years of college, she and I had quarrels, but we never separated. After graduating, she went to her father's company, and I started my own business, either because we were busy, and I had less and less contact. After another conversation, they broke up peacefully. Three years in high school and four years in college, she left me with too many good memories, but all this is gone after all. It's completely gone

Suddenly remembered the time of high school, simple, innocent, pure to the point that all thoughts were just to meet the college entrance examination, although a little depressing, but always a little laughter. Especially in winter, when the snow falls all over the campus, holding a pile of snow in both hands and gently rubbing it a few times, it is a snowball that can fight for laughter. Take the snowball to my best friend, and then send the snowball to his neck, although it will wet the clothes, but no one will really get angry, this is the laughter in the depression, the most beautiful memory I have ever had.

The snow fell three feet, especially the window. The snow whistled outside the door, a group of peers ran to the playground, even the heavy snow could not stop this physical education class, endured too many test papers, how precious a fun play, even sitting on the snow, looking at the snowflakes on the dead trees is also happy, with their good friends to the dead trees, and then inadvertently move the branches, they are not dodging, feel the slightest coolness, isn't it happy, this is the most beautiful memory I have ever had.

The third year of high school is approaching the college entrance examination, which is the most tense time, every day there will be overwhelming test papers on the table, the pen has been full of water, and the test paper is drawn one stroke after another, a difficult problem is solved, and a few laughs together, how fast is it. A blank piece of paper, without a trace, the pen strokes down, the handwriting spreads, write down the words you like, no one is allowed to look at it, only to enjoy it alone. The happiest thing is that a few people are fascinated by each other's names, writing a poem, a few people correcting each other, or filling in the words, discussing whether to rhyme, or not being a literati, and not being able to write a few poems, but also leisurely.

Gently caress the withered branches and reflect the moon, laugh at the snow falling on the eaves, and do not sleep at night, the coldness dissipates and is alone. I wrote this poem, I was only sixteen years old at the time, and now it seems that there is some poetic rhyme, a little narcissism, we are also geniuses? funny, who can know my sweat. Even so, it reminds me of good memories, but what is good exactly? Well, I'll admit, I don't really know, it's just idiotic memories.

If you want to say your favorite thing to do in high school, it is to sit on the grass, hold a book in your hand, silently read a few sentences you like, and imitate and write it yourself. I took a hard breath in the early morning, the mist was pungent, and the coldness instantly spread all over my body, trembling a few times, and then I continued to read, and the spirit came. It's just that the so-called morning reading in the morning has become a silent thought, and I snickered a few times in my heart, and I just don't read it aloud.

But now, those beautiful things are dissipating step by step, and sometimes I can't even remember the details of that time, maybe this laughter has been integrated into the details of my body, but I can't remember, I can't savor it, all I can do is to forget and miss. Oh my God, I actually used nostalgia, am I really old at only twenty-one? Okay, I'm old, just wearing a young skin, I smiled, I'm still young, but you don't know that my heart is old.

I don't know why, maybe because I'm not good enough to be favored by beautiful women. Sometimes I fantasize that I would take Iren's little hand and walk in the rain, and the raindrops would hit the two of them, and it didn't matter if my clothes were wet, but this fantasy was never realized.

Whispering under the moon, drinking a little cold alone, tears under the eaves, when can the stone be worn.