Author: Tang Tang (Le Yun)

I thought that if I hid you deep in my heart, life would continue to be simple. Why, the sleepless night, the thick thoughts, quietly climbed up the heart and fell into the eyebrows, becoming eternity.

Guarding the amorous time, fold your thoughts into small orders. I bloomed full of joy in the loneliness, and through the soft moonlight, I boiled a note of lovesickness. From now on, you have me in your mind, and you in my heart. Attract, depend, and accompany each other, living up to the vow of 3,000 years of love.

However, when a person has a wound in his heart, it is quiet. Those hurdles that can't be crossed fall from the sky, endlessly, like an endless tunnel, lying in the bottom of my heart, twisted and untouched.

"Xuejie, how about you look at this poem I wrote." Xue Jie was still in reverie, and suddenly Xiao Zhu shared a modern poem to Xue Jie.

"It came suddenly, but it was very happy. But the beginning is hurried, and the end is fast. Like the wind, like the wind, penetrates the hot chest, flashes the palpitations of the moment, but I have not yet remembered you, and I will not linger any longer. - Xiaozhu

"It's so well written, it's good, Xiaozhu." Xue Jie praised again and again, "Why are you making progress so fast, it's okay." ”

"No, no, Xue Jie, you're too complimentary." Xiao Zhu modestly replied to Xue Jie's message, "Xue Jie, I hope you are happy every day." ”

Xue Jie looked at the blessings sent by Xiao Zhu, and felt like she had knocked over the five-flavor bottle, and she was full of emotion.

How good it would be if life was just as it first saw it! You will always be enthusiastic about me, I will always be infatuated with you, there is no suspicion, no trouble, and the most beautiful smile on your face every day.

The colors of summer are clear even when it rains. The air smoothly enters the chest, and the breath carries the aftertaste of the sky. People are busy, and no one has time to waste, wasting time and energy to perform a utopia.

"I love you, it is the beauty of spring flowers, the splendor of the summer sun, the gentleness of the autumn breeze, the joy of winter snow, the only thing I miss outside my dreams!" Watching Xiaozhu write modern poems, Xue Jie couldn't help but write a poem. Xue Jie wanted to give this poem to depression. This is not the first time Xue Jie has sent poems to Depression, of course, Depression also writes poems to give back to Xue Jie, as the sweetness of the tacit love between the two.

Like is a whim, but love is unwavering, and I hope it is you from a whim to being unwavering! Once you said that eternity is too heavy, you don't know how far away eternity is. So, I want to spend my whole life with you in search of eternal answers.

"Xue Jie, I'm leaving a certain sound, and I won't write poetry for the time being. You and depression don't write poems anymore and publish them, and I don't want to log in anymore, I'm not interested. I'm also in a bad mood during this time, and I want to settle down for a while. Fuchen suddenly sent a message to Xue Jie.

"Okay, Fuchen, I hope you return triumphantly soon, I may never go to a certain sound again. However, depression will return, and in the future, you can enjoy his work, and maybe, I will occasionally write poetry on a whim, and let depression publish it for me. Xue Jie sent a message to Fuchen, Fuchen did not reply, and Xue Jie did not send it again, at this time, silence is better than sound, Xue Jie understands this truth.

The years are cold, and how much prosperity has become a cloud. It's not that there are fewer and fewer things to say, but that there are fewer and fewer things to say. From sunrise to sunset, from spring and summer to autumn and winter, how should I cut so that I can wipe away the footprints I walked, the grass I passed, and the tears that flowed. Time flies, flowers bloom and fall, no longer sigh Xiao Xiao leaves, no longer look into the distance gloomily sad.