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[Introduction] The Wind Rises and the trees shake-there are flowers falling-moment-I can’t tell what is dancing in front of me-is it a transparent butterfly wing-or a fairy neon colorful wing, I don’t know whether it is the silky drizzle that chants thousands of years of love for the floating fallen flowers-or whether the light fallen flowers have already been transformed into the drizzle that whispers beautiful vows… Walking alone in the rain at dusk-thinking about your heart-thinking about you-thinking about you in the distance-thinking about a tender dream the wind is gentle-The rain is light, light and light, and the miss is far away-indulged in the combination of wind and rain zhang’s prose poems used to be obsessed with that ancient legend-I stubbornly believed-the ups and downs of fate-the reincarnation of a flower and a butterfly-holding the pupa struggling for love in the previous life-hold the butterfly in the cluster of light chrysanthemum in this life from now on-accompany the world of mortals so-I-want to devote all my life’s tenderness to love you and pick up a bosom red bean-condensed into deep love-the breeze on the original was sent to each other before the full moon night-you came-walking lightly-carrying the elegance of a wisp of purple Lily-wading in the wind all the way-with a smile of quietly nodding-tap my heart which is barely traveled. Hey hey-the mountain is green again-the tree is green again-the flowers are red again-and I-also drunk-drunk in the eyes of your previous life-drunk in the sweet dream of missing you every night-drunk in le’s soft call from now on, I will read you from day to day-reading you into a bright spring sun Warm-read you as flowing as water and Moonlight-read you as graceful and graceful charm of Song poetry-read you as the deep and ancient meaning of dazzling the book of songs used to-light a delicate fragrance lamp-listen to your heart every quiet night yu-every deserted corner-write your name on the white paper-graffiti countless smiling eyes-tell me my endless thoughts and joy stand-Miss you under the tree full of flowers-miss you-miss you miss your feeling-light as a dyed happy feather every time my trembling pulse is permeated with your breath the wind blows up the tree shake-there are flowers falling piece by piece-Instantly-I can’t tell what is dancing in front of me-whether it is a transparent butterfly wing-or a fairy-like neon and colorful wing-it is a silky drizzle singing thousands of years of love for the floating fallen flowers-or this the light fallen flowers have already been transformed into the drizzle murmuring the beautiful oath. At this moment, how much I want to hold your hands-dancing the breeze to the sleeves-making flowers full of clothes and concentrating on the wind-looking at the unknown distance-touching gently I am still intoxicated with my shoulders-full of red marks at a glance-my hands fit together-gently collect an eternal for you Beautiful again-smile and say to yourself-flowers bloom is beautiful-flowers fall is drunk again-why do you insist on an ending? Hehe-the world of mortals has you-really good—— [Responsible editor: Ke Er]] 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…