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26.08.2019 03:41
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Unforgettable, the gentle woman, the eyebrows, the eyes of the rain, she is independent of the lake. Between the vast expanse of smoke, the waves of the lake are soaring and drizzling, ticking and ticking off the world, for a long time refused to disperse her to hold a bright yellow paper umbrella, looking into the distance, silently, I wondered what kind of woman this is, slowly approaching . I saw her sorrow in her eyebrows and was stunned by fog. Beauty is not real, and the illusory aesthetic concept makes me ee it, and it is hard to move forward. would like to indulge in this dreamlike, picturesque smoke and rain, never slamming the drops of rain. In the daytime, I saw her suddenly look back, smiled at me, bright and beautiful. Directly at the bottom of my heart, that moment, if I am in the world, I am indulging in the beautiful picture of her integration with the beauty of the smoke and rain, but I have not noticed that she has stepped on the elegant small step and as far as I am next to me. "The gentle voice is lingering in my ear. I am surprised to look up and look at her. There are countless feminine eyes in her eyes. Just like her whole person, it is addictive and intoxicating." I... my name is Yun Che. ......" In front of her, I began to panic, feeling helpless, stuttering her own name, she evoked her lips, a little bit of flattering in the delicate room, soothing me, this flustered, I talked with her very much. It can be said that it is difficult to know the sound, and it will be a chance. The two made friends, I know that she is very interested in history. It is no wonder that there is a strong ancient charm from the inside out, like scholars and female lover who passed through the millennium. It��s fascinating to get along with her for more than a year. I tasted the taste of life in her euphemistic and implicit remarks. The beautiful and beautiful stories are thought-provoking Newport 100S. On the day of tears, she told me the last one. After the story, the eyebrows are sad and seem to have a lot of thoughts. I know that at this point, our story is over, I am silent, crying quietly. She is also the end of the game to leave, I am sad, and ultimately I want to let go, I am with her on the lakeside. Just like that day, it was drizzling and the mood was ambiguous. What is different is that this time, people who look into the distance are not her, but I... I watched her boating leave, until it gradually turned into an insignificant black spot on the vast lakeside. I still refused to leave, and I was eager to pursue her back... In the end, when I was in the feathers, I rushed in and hurried away. If I live alone, I will only see the autumn wind. So far, I have been cold and chilly, and I am thinking about being far away. When I was quiet in the night, I remembered the insomnia because of my memory. I squinted my eyes and turned to the opposite side, and it was difficult to sleep. The brain was full of her lingering figure and appearance. I sighed. Breathing, lighting out of bed. Walking down to the desk with a small footstep, I took a sorrowful pen. When I reached the tip of the pen, I took a deep breath and sighed on the white paper, but it was a mess. The thick ink gradually opened and I put down the pen, my fingers trembled slightly, and I was unwilling, and I re-execute. I bowed my head and meditated. I meditated that she had left for more than three months, and she did not return, leaving me alone and sad. The happy days of the past with her, escaping the reality that was messed up by me, and waiting for me as the only one waiting for me to bow my head and smile, she is very important to me. Although it is not until she leaves, I will live. No Steps, but it can also be sad and sad for a while, it is difficult to let go... Isn��t it now? It��s true that it��s hard to know Marlboro Cigarettes, it��s true. She is my companion, and when it��s been in the past 100 years Marlboro Lights, the autumn wind is bleak and the wind is falling. On the top, my eyes sparkled and I watched her go boating. At that time, the two men looked at each other for a long time, and they said nothing. The painful expression only saw the tears falling from the wind, falling on the river and falling on the yellow. On the sand... I was fleeting. Looking at her for a long time, gazing at her ship turned into a little black spot on the vast river surface with the drift, until there was no trace, I looked at the river, it was a depression, no Willing to leave, and finally returning to the feathers. After a while, I gradually shifted my attention, no longer mourned all day, began to have a smile. The same day. Finally, one day, she came back, she rushed to me I was ecstatic and hugged with her. The joy of recovery was overshadowed by two people. I was so excited that I would overflow my tears. The trembling fingertips were tightly held by her warm hands. Although she was comforted, I felt her palms. Trembling, I even day On, the excitement, I write, the joy and sadness of these interpretations in a poem, titled "Autumn Thoughts. Recalling the cold and autumn of the day, the thought of the value of the monarch is far away, and the sorrow complains about the intestines. Now Jun has been with him. |
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