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[Introduction] still sleepless, walking into the world of mortals of history, through centuries and thousands of years, those who stand still like blue, those who act as the window lady red, those who swim along the stream, those who are good at dancing with long sleeves. It snowed in the south of the Yangtze River. I can’t imagine what kind of beauty it should be? Play a sad song of Zhang Xinzhe and make a cup of hot tea. In the quiet night, the word snow is smeared on the rice paper again and again, and the heart begins to become warm and lingering. Someone said with a smile that he wanted to send snow to me and promised that it would not melt away. A joke and tears came out unconsciously, and he was confused. For me, most of the time, one word is enough and no action is needed. Once upon a time, I received a bottle of snow from the North. When I opened it, it was dissolved and still placed on the table for a long time. Slowly, the snow water became dark yellow and turbid. Just like the feelings of some people, slowly fade away, and then refuse to turn around. Blurred photos and mottled memories, but I was still reluctant to pour out the spoiled snow water. The vast expanse of white is beautiful and pure, and my heart is drunk. I wish it would never melt away, which makes me believe that beauty is not fleeting! I know that the snow sent here is the same, so I would rather not. Without a beginning, there is no end. However, why, I still feel that my heart is being torn and bitten by something…… The sober people in the night, the heart of self-custody, the emotion of trying hard to endure, the disillusionment of beautiful yearning, began to boil, burned eyes and tortured heart…… Put on a piece of soft ancient kite music, hot tea accompanied by dead sitting, thinking again and again with a lonely lamp. Slowly, it began to be quiet. Still Sleepless, walking into the world of mortals of history, through centuries and thousands of years, those who stand still like blue, those who are needlework in the window, those who wear clothes beside the stream, those who are good at dancing with long sleeves…… The woman who made people have to be amazed only sighed and wished that they could not meet each other. The night gets colder and colder. It snows in the south of the Yangtze River. It should be colder at night. Under the Leifeng Tower, is the white lady still there? Will she be cold? Thousands of years ago, by the West Lake, beside the broken bridge, there was a sudden rain, a oiled paper umbrella, and a lyric: ten years had been built to cross the boat, and a hundred years had been built to sleep together, and the two hearts became closer and closer. I can’t help myself, my eyes are flowing, and my love is lingering. Even though I have been cultivated for thousands of years, I just want to be an ordinary person and share a lingering and lasting love. Why not let it go to the world? The man was jealous of the entanglement of several generations. The man was crazy and began to weave a difficult net. Catastrophe verge. A bowl, a tower, is destined to leave. Love is faithful and sincere. Don’t give up, a Jinshan Temple, a Leifeng tower, looking at each other from afar. Bitter also becomes sweet. West Lake water wet, the pagoda remained standing, blood is thicker than water, flesh and blood of Xiaogan touching, final, the tower, light. They embraced each other, made a positive result, and retired to the heaven. After recalling the story again and again, I still feel distressed and moved, with tears all over my face. Fortunately, the ending was perfect. Let me begin to believe that if there is hope, there will be beauty. No matter how much hard work and hardship I have experienced, in the end, it will be flowers and full moon waiting for us. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. The main purpose was to teach them how to play WeChat, and let them… Comments on the Chinese version of “worry-free grocery store” Everyone moves towards a better life through his own efforts. The answer to the consultation letter is just encouraging an existing… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 14, 2018) January 14, 2018: Today, the temperature in Wujiang is relatively warm, not as cold as a few days ago. Yesterday and Today, Wu Jiang’s… Be a person who never stops growing up Teacher Lily coughed with a strong nasal tone when she was in yoga class. Maybe it’s uncomfortable, she has less demonstration action today,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 13, 2018) January 13, 2018: Yesterday, my sister and nephew Little David didn’t come to the Dongwan village of jinjiaba where my mother and I stayed temporarily,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 12, 2018) January 12, 2018: The day before yesterday, I said, “my mother will go to Kunshan tomorrow.” However, yesterday, my mother did not go to Kunshan…

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Reading a book by one, crying by one, waiting by one, heartbreaking by one, pouring a cup of coffee by one, experiencing bitter taste by one, getting wet alone, wasting all the time, crying with pain when one is tired, crying with pain who can see through the pain of my disguise if it is broken? Who can understand my inner feelings? The indifferent city is so fragile. Who changes those eyes? Who makes youth burst into tears? [Editor in charge: yi er] Like (prose editor: Ke Er) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. The main purpose was to teach them how to play WeChat, and let them… Comments on the Chinese version of “worry-free grocery store” Everyone moves towards a better life through his own efforts. The answer to the consultation letter is just encouraging an existing… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 14, 2018) January 14, 2018: Today, the temperature in Wujiang is relatively warm, not as cold as a few days ago. Yesterday and Today, Wu Jiang’s… Be a person who never stops growing up Teacher Lily coughed with a strong nasal tone when she was in yoga class. Maybe it’s uncomfortable, she has less demonstration action today,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 13, 2018) January 13, 2018: Yesterday, my sister and nephew Little David didn’t come to the Dongwan village of jinjiaba where my mother and I stayed temporarily,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 12, 2018) January 12, 2018: The day before yesterday, I said, “my mother will go to Kunshan tomorrow.” However, yesterday, my mother did not go to Kunshan…