The past of first love

Morning Dew Xiaofeng, knocking on the dream inside the curtain. Out of the window, the Chrysanthemum indicum with buds last night was filled with its yellow and pretty charm, green leaves, brilliant yellow flowers and faint fragrance. Her little bird is depending on people, and its exquisite and vivid shadow is swaying in the sunrise of late autumn. In charming and graceful and tens of thousands of kinds of mobile phones, QQ Music is playing Li Zongsheng and Sandy Lam’s “when love is the past”, deep feeling and lingering, as if crying: Don’t mention the past, life has been a lot of storms. Even if memory cannot be erased, love and hate are still in my heart. It’s really going to break the past. Let’s continue tomorrow. Don’t ask me about my news. Love is a difficult problem that dazzles people. Maybe it’s OK to forget the pain, but it’s not easy to forget you. You never really left, you are always in my heart. I still have love for you, and I can’t do anything about myself. Because I still have dreams and still put you in my heart. It is always easy to be moved by the past and always hurts for you. Don’t miss thousands of unintentional tenderness in the years. Don’t ask me if I meet again, don’t care if I don’t mean it. Why don’t you understand? As long as there is love, there is pain. One day you will know that life will not be different without me. Life is already in a hurry. I am so afraid that my eyes are always in tears. Forget me, there will be no pain, leaving the past in the wind and the late autumn scenery sad people, singing like a dream of Yi Ren. I remembered my sweet and happy, dreamlike first love and my tranquil, beautiful and tender Chang’e girl. In the red dust, there is always a meeting, which will wake up the hazy and Hot Love, which can penetrate the magnificent rainbow on the young empress. Just at that glance, it is the beginning. It is romantic, beautiful and sweet for a man and woman who first fell in love to meet. Two crazy, sincere, delicate, Calon Lan, waited for several years for each other, looking forward to several years, sentimentally attached to the mark of previous life, lingering love in this life. Seeing each other is the waiting and wish to devote all my efforts to life, just like the flowers meet the spring breeze and the Willows meet the waterfront. From then on, the Spring is warm and the flowers bloom, and the Willow weeping is full of each other. In the spring more than 20 years ago, the green was full and the warm wind was sweet. Peach blossom is delicate and charming, and butterfly is graceful. Beside that gorgeous and fragrant peach forest, my beautiful girl and I met each other, caught a glimpse and fell in love at first sight. Hand in hand, fall in love. I leaned lightly under the forest, and was addicted to my girl. Fishes sink and wild goose fall, the face of the closed Moon and the flowers, her bright eyes were full of laughter, and she was warm and gentle, pulling me into the flowers. I filled words under her flowers and poured out hot love in her sweet notes. She danced for me among the flowers, in a gentle and graceful way, dancing with tender feelings. From then on, flowers grow together before and after the moon, and they stay together. Love is as sweet as the sea, only admiring mandarin ducks but not immortals. Outside the courtyard, I chop firewood and carry water. Under the kitchen window, she burned fire and cooked. On sunny days, we walked hand in hand on the bustling streets, watching the cars like flowing water and horses; In the afternoon of light clouds, we watched birds shuttling through the woods, chasing and frolicking, and the happiness was infinite, the final enemy is not only the world is hot and cold, and human feelings are indifferent. Spring is coming and autumn is coming. In the late autumn of that year, our sweet love became the past. The girl I love infatuously married away from home, leaving me I miss you. In the world, there is a kind of love called lovesickness. Infatuated lover, every other day. Two places miss, two hearts sad. Looking forward for a long time, waiting silently, just waiting, red and wandering alone, Yan Nanfei tears thousands of rows! Desert light smoke on the small building, the cold has hit people in late autumn. The leaves are all over the ground, and the curtain is rolled west wind. People are empty and thin. Wanli sad autumn often serves as a guest, and no Yi Ren is thinking endlessly. When does lovesickness meet each other? This night adds new sorrow. A moment of romance days old, crazy love like the beginning of love. I wish to be a stranger in the dream, and the sky will last and the Earth will last forever! Phoenix mountain spring outing

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