Plum Covenant

Who is walking slowly at the edge of the sand beach in the lost years, surprised a group of seagulls flying; Who is writing on the back of maple leaves in the north full of sorrow, but I am in the endless sunshine; send the glorious youth years of a thousand years gently, holding Song Ci in hand chanting sentimental poems. Meeting is the destination of my life. Walking through the ferry of youth, my heart was excited and surging, writing this string of fragrant years full of blue and shy. Passing through the breeze blowing in the ear, weaving the rain of the North Country in the eyes of eyebrows, telling you about the fate of the past life and the meeting of the present world in the small town where the lights are full of smoke and rain. REDLEAF drizzle, dyed with lovesickness. Do you still remember that on the Red Dust Road, you folded all the plum branches in Beishan for me, and I woven lovesickness red beans for you. The moment you held the plum blossom in your hand and lowered your head made me warm, and my heart acquiesced to be gentle all day long. When looking back again, the time has passed, and the plum blossom is still fragrant and warm. Walking on the plum blossom slope, the wind slowly passed, blowing my long pink scarf and floating my beautiful feelings gently. Looking at the people in the hometown of the mountain, they were busy in the rain, and the colorful fireworks in the smoke touched a gentle corner of my heart. Walking on the bridge after the rain, I talked with the sky woven by the smoky rain, recalling your persistence in purple Silk Parasol, the youth with blooming eyebrows, the persistence in true feelings, gently playing my joyful feelings. With that elegant and handsome smile, let me acquiesce in waiting for you for a thousand years. For a dream of meeting, I wanted to do it for countless times. I didn’t expect such acquaintance on the bus journey. I walked in the northern town, in the rain Lane, waiting for your figure of holding flowers Silk Parasol to appear, walking by the hazy Bridge with smoky rain, the silk rain fell gently in my heart, and the beautiful love element appeared. I don’t know how many generations of reincarnation, let me drunk you smile back. Perhaps it is the fate of this life, in the thick mist cloud, let me look back for this millennium. It is a promise that you can’t forget. You come through the drizzle to meet each other. Smoke and rain, through the eyes, see your sincerity. The white head holding his son together, with a piece of quiet wind lovesickness, becomes permanent. Looking at the bridge in the rain, the water was clear and clear, but in the words, they only wanted to talk and rest. When plum blossom is open, love is leisurely. I grind ink to pick up the pen, and remember that the young man who was graceful in those years met. I had a plain face of rouge red, and I didn’t apply fade, and I was ashamed of my desire. About a thousand years of meeting, you gently knocked open the plain window of my Heart Lake, and told me that I had been waiting for thousands of years. The smoke goes around the small town and the breeze blows. In a trance, I seem to see you twisting your fingers to plum branches, smiling lightly and waiting quietly for the shyness of blooming flowers. You come from the night, making me plum blossom as tea, drizzle as water, and green tea as poetry. Raise a glass together to describe the words of the current year lightly. The meeting year after year, let you and I wait, into a lovesick memory of laughing with you. May you and I meet again in a small moonlight city, you walk through the moon in the breeze and weave an unfinished Millennium dream together. Waiting for the Earth is the fate of rain all my life; The promise of plum is my old wish all my life. Zan (prose editor: Ke Er) Phoenix mountain spring outing

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