Desire, your finger goes through my hair

I always want to open a window, let the wind pass through the window and gently blow the hair, which will make me imagine that your fingers gently pass through my hair. Every time facing the direction of the south wind blowing, the sadness will be knotted inadvertently, and the worries shaken by the Weeping Willow will be scattered all over the ripples of the wind. Every time a meteor streaks across the sky, do you have the same hands as me, praying for a touch of pink to look at you and all my fleeting years? I have always admired those migratory birds from south to north. They can come and go freely, stay away from the cold and ice, and live in warm countries. Watching spring swallow jumping on the edge of the new nest, I remembered your figure of holding the lamp against the diaphragm again. In fact, I have been waiting for you for a long time. I am afraid that my heart will be hurt, so I quit many songs, but I can’t stop the song “My Loulan” sung by clouds. Meeting you, although it is not a glimpse of surprise, a love, but leaving you, it can be described as a long sigh, the dream is not happy. I know that you like women in plain clothes, because you prefer the beauty of plain clothes; You like women with long hair, because you love the tenderness floating; You like women who make ink, because you love the faint darkstory; You like the smoky Jiangnan, because you love the poetic hazy curtain very much. How many times did you turn around pockets in northern Xinjiang in the southern region? Your eyes are always staying here with water and elegant appearance. You always approach carefully and never disturb my life easily. You like to drink, but in fact, you are not really greedy for wine glasses. You just want to sing the love song you want to sing to me boldly through some drunkenness, then indulge yourself in the urge of alcohol. You like smoking, but in fact you are not really obsessed with the smell of smoke. You just want to isolate loneliness from the smoke with a few fireworks, and then imagine me as smoke between throughput, curl around your fingertips. You said that if you drink the wine, you can meet me half asleep and half awake; You said, if you light the smoke, you can snuggle with me in a trance. You quietly put a concern between this shore and the other shore in an unknown place, with thoughts of azure and other smoky rain, and like the traces of walking along me, read silently what I left behind in the day and night. There is a song circulating countless times in your dream. You expect that in the warm spring season, I will sit in the moonlight with the blooming cherry blossoms. Then, you sing it to me in the most affectionate voice. A cheap crystal bracelet of mine, you have been collecting it like a treasure. You said that because of my fingerprints on it, in countless days of missing me, you can’t help kissing the bracelet, again, again, again. You said that you loved to see me wearing that purple coat and plain flower pants, so in countless days of separation, you involuntarily sketched and copied the first appearance in your memory. You said, my hair fragrance and softening agent of the residual smell on my clothes have always been lingering and memorable. On Valentine’s Day every year, although you and I don’t meet each other, you always take 11 red roses and a red ribbon and go to the temple alone to see the heart lock we locked together, finally, you will make red ribbon heart-shaped and tie them to the lock, and insert the Eleven roses on the beach where we once chased and stood together. After the night falls, you will set off fireworks on the beach alone, because you know, as long as you have a clear heart, I will be able to sense the warmth of the fireworks blooming around you thousands of miles away. There are countless flowers in the world, but you only love a lilac. For me, you are willing to be an isolated solitary wild goose. You have given up all human feelings. Every day, you only face your own shadow. You have to bear the humiliation and bear the burden and choose not to find a normal way, only one day can we stop painting the ground, let our separation story re-edit and write, and finally end with perfect and happy. Because I know that your silent gazing, your silent missing and your deep love will all be the deepest inscription and thoughts in my life. Years goes by after saying goodbye, I will hang a string of missing wind chimes on the lintel of the season. If the wind can pity me, if those jingles can reach your door with the wind, you, be sure to remember to sign one by one. There is a kind of encounter, a glance is not forget; There is a love, a moment is eternal. I thank God for letting me meet you. When I meet in this life, whether it is robbery or fate, I would like to be closely linked with you, with a wisp of wind flowing and distant, enjoying flowers, moon and spring breeze together. When I meet in this life, whether it is a blessing or a curse, I would like to live and die with you, gather a curtain of Snow White and clear, and plant love, love and Legend together. I don’t want to be only the scenery in your life that is only gazed at far away, let alone the way you bloom and fade in this life. I don’t want my thoughts to bloom for the second time in the wind, nor do I want my love to swim and drift in the flowers. Don’t doubt whether I really love you, because of you, I have already fallen in love with the city where you live; Because of you, I have already fallen in love with all your habits. On the Road to the front, I hope that you will no longer speak alone, the road is red and thin, and I will no longer live in a deep place. You and I come here in smoke and rain. When the years come and go, hand in hand is at hand, turn around is the end of the world. How I hope that from then on, you and I will no longer be looking across mountains and rivers, and there will be no more desolation. How I hope that there will be no more broken chapters in your story and no more sorrow of reincarnation on the bridge. I really want to roll out our red dust roll with you and fill it with true feelings. I really want to go to a misty rain in southern flourishing invitation with you and share a world love with you. Today and tonight, I am dipping in the night ink alone, silently smearing the color of missing, hoping that you will suddenly appear in front of me at some point in the midnight. At the moment outside the window lautlos, I am listening in vertical ears. How I wish I could hear your voice from far to near in the wind. You know what? I am waiting for you tonight, waiting for you to hold me in your arms, I am longing, longing for your fingers to gently pass through my text \rain and dance alone, member of Shanghai Writers Association, QQ number 1904223318, micro signal 1904223318, WeChat public account: half curtain of rain dancing together, smoky rain, Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour

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