Tonight, I look in my dream

Outside the window, the bright red flower fragrance slowly rubbed into the moonlight, and the shadow was hazy in the wind, which was charming into the most affectionate flower language in the shade. Memory, every time touched, the sleepless night sky rose with elegant beauty, which made the flowing years and the fragrant past a theme with a poetic gentleness, and wrote a legend about the stormy life. I am used to looking for a familiar shadow in the crowd and recalling those happy days. It is often twisted up, those fragrant years filled with Hearts, the lingering past like a dream, the tender smile like water, and those poems that remember many of us. Even though how the years change, time goes round and round, the deep thoughts in my heart have never changed. I don’t know how to bind a messy mind to the calendar one day. In a rain, I hung my graceful thoughts all over the heart wall. In that year, what kind of situation was it? I met you inadvertently in the fragrance of words. From then on, there was a distance of dependence in life and the intersection of cold, warm, sad and happy. Many years later, I will be grateful for the meeting I fell in love with and for having you in my life. From the moment the breeze blows, a person, a name, will always show warmth in life, and the warmth of walking together will still appear in hazy dreams. A flower, an umbrella, and every casual appearance, will see things and think. A journey of time and a memory have long been related to missing Wuro and cherishing. Looking for a gentle night, the fragrance of tea will give a gentle warmth, which will make the exhausted heart convert from then on; draw a poetic note out the expectation of a Zen heart and walk along the ups and downs of Yi Li. Writing under the moon, listening to the wind freehand brushwork, precipitation for a long time warmth poetry, open in the Moonlight tea fragrance. A sweet, a figure that makes people feel sorry, often appears in my dreams. The joy and sadness, tears and smiles that passed together are like the blooming period as promised, yingman every inch of time in this season. The wind blows tonight, bringing the falling petals to your dream and gently telling you that there is you this night, loneliness and tenderness are no longer separated. I met you in the moonlight. Tonight, can my looking eyes reach your dream? Like, every night that meets the moonlight, look up at the sky, I don’t know which XINGX is you? Daydream quietly and pray silently, can your gentleness dispel the cold in front of my window? Can the fading temperature sense the sadness of the floaty falling? Time, too late to ask, has been in the process of Wan Yansheng; Time, can not take care of the taste and drink, is already unspeakable vast. Walking in lonely words all the time, wandering in the tenderness between dreams and dreams, who is looking for a figure in the blooming flowers, who calls a person’s name in the ebb and flow. Time goes round and round, time flows long, time is the real water that is forgotten blindly. Looking at the more distant figure you see, your heart sinks to the bottom of the sea quietly. Only at a certain moment will you think of it gently, which has nothing to do with lovesickness, just because of that sentence, I love your distorted promise. In life, everyone has a story of their own, with ups and downs and chapters as well as a plain and soothing journey. There is a clear heart Zen language state of mind and colorful scenery. Whether it is the elegance of fragrance or the ease of huamel, it is a touch generated in time. Time boiled rain, the wind passed through the long pavilion, leaving a person’s peace. Tonight, the Moonlight is deep among the flowers, burying a heart on the vastness of the sky. The wind and smoke are stained with Danqing, and the clouds and water enter the zen heart. Pick up the original heart under the flower shadow, feel a little pity, a little warmth, and the main melody of abundant adult life is the grand joy in life. If we don’t mention it in this life, it must be time that has forgotten us. Time gives us a beautiful story, which makes life have colorful and bright flower seasons, tastes the sour, sweet and bitter years of life, and adds a poetic scenery to each other. Xu a flower bloom long and long accompany, Xu a bright moon for a long time reunion. When Hua Xiang was late in that year, he had a dream outside his dream. It was no longer a flower feast with flowers and moon in the mirror. Tonight, I am looking at the quiet dream. The wind of missing passes through the separated time. If memory no longer grows and time no longer flows away, how can I look at you in the gentle dream? Who quietly pick the lights and flowers in the middle of the night, draw the plain and fragrant words to touch you, and who writes the light ink in the moonlight, filling your poetic words with your breath. Time is still the same, time is too long, but I can’t reach your heart all the time. Text/listen to heart words QQ1178127788 likes (prose editor: Dimo Cheng hurt) Phoenix mountain spring outing

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