Xiaohan's red and falling swallows are heavy

The shadows of swallows sweep lightly, the morning wind blows, and the waves are cold and the rain is slanting.Stop chopsticks to toast speechless, tears frequently look, from now on the end of the world.Looking at the lake connecting to the sky, there are brocade scales leaping together.There is no thread, the stars are sparse, and the mist is full of emotions.Xilu wet clothes dream startled, even more heart-wrenching cold bath cold night.When will you have a good night together?Join hands with Su Xiangyuan to play butterflies.Open the window and lean against the railing, but the rain and thunder are raging.No matter how much lingering, but today is not yesterday.

-----《Raining Bells》

It's getting late and people are thinning out.

Chong and Xia were also a little tired, ready to return.The cool breeze has removed a bit of heat and made it a bit more refreshing.

I saw an old man with a street vendor on the side of the road again, sitting on a chair and packing his goods.I saw four dice again and decided to buy them on a whim.

Ask again: "Old man, how much are these four dice?"

The old man said: "One yuan, one coin."

He weighed a pocket, only three yuan, and hurriedly said: "Can you sell four pieces for three yuan?"

The old man didn't look up and said, "No!"

Zhong had to buy three, Xia was surprised and said, "Why did you buy this?"

He said again: "Let's play!"

Xia Dao: "Do you still have this habit?"

He said again: "I adore the God of Gamblers, practice hard."

When I was a child, I especially liked "God of Gamblers" played by Chow Yun-fat: wearing a windbreaker, wearing sunglasses, peeling off a piece of chocolate and putting it in his mouth, flicking the cards smartly, and collecting the gangster's banknotes into the account in a short while.This is a kind of hero complex!

Standing up again, looking back at the dice in his palm, he smiled contentedly.When he looked up, he was stunned.Coincidentally, Yue unexpectedly appeared in front of him miraculously.It was supposed to be a surprise, but now it feels like a lifetime away.Yue was holding a tall boy by her side, and she was also stunned.He felt that time had stagnated in an instant, and Yue's face turned from red to pale in an instant.With the illumination of the lights, it looks a bit pleasant.

The flustered eyes looked like a little girl who had done something wrong.I don't know if it's panic, numbness, or shame?

Zhong and Yue said almost at the same time: "Where are you playing? I'll accompany him around."

Chong's eyes were fixed on Yue holding the boy's hands, and Yue noticed it, and followed his gaze to the terminal.She quickly retracted her hand, which was faster than the speed of light, and then creaked, her hand moved without knowing where to put it.

In Chong's eyes, Yue is his loyal believer and will always wait there without changing.

In Yue's eyes, Zhong is the traitor she complained about, and he has already left the place to spread his wings and fly high.

At this moment, Zhong saw the betrayal, and Yue saw the origin.A trace of sadness flashed across Zhong Xin's head, and a little regret flashed across Yue Xin's head.

The heavy circle was already very narrow, and one after another the people he admired went away one after another.Waiting and watching, missing one stop after another, you can no longer waste your youth!In Zhong Xin's heart, he has always been in love with Luo Hong bitterly, because she never refused, no, it should have never expressed her position.Zhong slowly picked up his love for Luohong, how could he not pursue it.You should work hard to let yourself shine.For the yearning in the bottom of my heart, I set sail for a long voyage.

He lay down in front of the window and decided to write a letter to Luohong.It's not a love letter, but the attention of a classmate.First there is friendship and then there is love.Zhong decided to manage his love and his life well.To live out the taste and live out the meaning.

He unfolded the letter paper, thought twice, and wrote with a pen:

"Falling Red:

Hello, don't be surprised to hear from me.Now that the college entrance examination is approaching, I just want to know about everyone's study situation.Your grades are the most outstanding. Although you didn't do well in the exam, you will definitely be able to pass the key points this year.

Have you reviewed all your homework?How many simulation results?It must be ideal!You are so hardworking, so good, which opponent can beat you?

If you need any help, just tell me.

Hehe, tell me!Now I am preparing for the final exam.There is a lot of homework to learn, but it is different from high school, as long as you complete the credits.Our classes are not in a fixed classroom, and we carry schoolbags and fight guerrillas around every day.I have a lot of spare time. I can play table tennis and visit the library.There are often dance parties and various competitions??????

In short, it is colorful.I hope my long-winded can relieve your study pressure.

It's my first time writing a letter, sorry to bother you!

wish:

all good! "

friend: "heavy"

After rewriting the letter and reading it again and again, I am afraid that I have betrayed my love.Both afraid of interruption, but also afraid of rejection.

Finally, solemnly put the letter into the envelope.

It may be too early to say some words, but the hesitant heart can no longer bear to wait.Many words have been hidden in my heart under the resistance of life.If you don't say it, you will not only suffer yourself, but you may also miss a good marriage.He took the courage to say and do it, wondering if it would frighten Luo Hong.Zhong firmly believes that there will be no blank in her heart, and his frank confession will not be exchanged for rejection.

However, after he calmed down, he was sometimes so scared.Perhaps his impatience will drive away the budding relationship and lose a sincere friendship.To be honest, love is desirable. Wouldn't the love sublimated by friendship have a unique flavor and a lot of legends.

Today's young people should strive to become calm and steady.All the truths are beginning to be understood, sooner or later you have to start a career and start a family, it is the golden age of life, you should be more brave and calm, the shy heart no longer belongs to this world.The happiness of a lifetime must be grasped carefully, he believes that there is indeed a destiny, otherwise why would he have been classmates for six years.

In the dead of night, the strings of missing are randomly plucked non-stop.Zhong often gets lost in the shackles of time. The dream is so beautiful, and when he wakes up, he realizes: it is just a flower in the mirror.The reality is always too cruel, and the tired body often wants to sleep sadly, to enjoy the eternity of the moment.The book says: "A lover who travels thousands of miles can enjoy the beauty together." The reality is like looking at flowers in the fog, and placing hope in the eyes of wisdom.The eyes were rubbed with sand.Something will occur if it belongs to your life, if not, do not push it.If you have pursued persistently, you will have no regrets in your life.It doesn't matter what he is empty-handed.As long as you live calmly and peacefully, even without gorgeous colors, you can enjoy the pure beauty and safety of life.

The wind blows the green vegetation and freezes my heart.The inexplicable loss, why can't I face myself completely, people are not plants, but they can't stand the change of temperature.Maybe everything is incomplete, and it's just that the circumstances are different.No more pretending and escaping. In front of nature, it is absurd. In front of nature, we must learn to be natural.

The days pass away as the pages of the calendar fall, but the journey of life leaves no footprints.Sighing is an example of incompetence, raise the sails again, pick up the halberd of struggle, and clear the thorns.The colors of life, red, orange, yellow and green are all reconciled by themselves.Whether it is brilliant or ordinary depends on whether your sweat flows into rivers.Because the boat of life is powered by sweat.

Picking up the autumn leaves of memory, looking at the vicissitudes of the leaves, full of scars, is the evidence of the cruelty of fate.

The inexplicable love comes quietly like a spring breeze.There is the joy of renewed life, and the panic of the approaching summer.I don't want to accept it easily, but I can't hurt you lightly. If it's so difficult, I can only retreat.Fate cannot be forced. Fate is the blood of life, making many strangers become confidantes.But this blood will not flow indiscriminately, it is just a gift from those who love in the journey of life.

The fairy in the dream, in a distant land, has no news at all.The heart of anticipation drifts with the tears of pain.It's a long way, when will it float to your door, and what will happen if it does, without your shelter, everything will be in vain.

Quiet afternoon

Cicada is playing the last concert

wicker dances in the breeze

Strolling on campus in autumn

shrouded in coolness

A cloud drifts into sight

momentary concentration

Heartstrings are plucked out of tune

The body is frozen in place

blue skirt

fair face

wagging ponytail

pure eyes

A trace of sweetness

both true and illusory

The footsteps of the years go fast

at every turn

leave shallow footprints

meet again and again

miss again and again

in a different campus

in the same season

in the clear sky

Vaguely drifting my lost love

------ "The Lost Love"

Dreams are only good memories, no regrets or complaints.Live in a down-to-earth manner and behave clearly.This is the pursuit of life.After all, in another city, there is a glimmer of hope.If it is still a game, I have no regrets.The ones you really care about will never forget, and the idols you worship will be engraved in your heart.The heavy heart lake rippling with microwaves, imaginations flashing.

There is a cloud of flowing clouds in the sky, walking according to the morning light, drifting with the warm wind.Take a wisp of mist, make it into an elegant skirt, hold a trace of flower fragrance, and turn it into mellow wine.Turning around, the sad face of the past was gone, only the floating and scattered hair of fallen leaves.Yellowish face, wandering eyes, petite body, shyness in words, gentleness in smiles and frowns.

The awkwardness when we first met, the tacit understanding when we met again.In the days to come, my eyes are all about you.The whirling willows are your waterfall-like long hair; the rippling water waves are your affectionate eyes; the haze rendered by the rising sun is your crimson cheeks; the graceful white lotus in the water is your graceful figure.

Ordinary days, a little more color, is your touch.An ordinary life, with a little more sweetness, is your infiltration.Walk through every time scale hand in hand, write down a section of legendary fragments, hug each other to send away the splendor of every sunset, and record the climax of the story after scene.

In the dark night, Xiao Chong murmured, holding hands and counting the stars, humming a childhood song.Where the clouds and mist pass, the rain falls on the sandbar.Hiding under the sycamore tree, greeted by huge lotus leaves, the intimate contact of raindrops, the ticking sound is the chord of love.When the rain stops and the sun rises, Ren Xiaguang shines, in the mist, you are gone, only the residual warmth in your chest.

While meditating, I can't find your figure, your fragrance is still permeating my ears, and your hickey marks on my forehead are clear and penetrating.The warm raindrops are moving in the corners of the eyes, and the rapid breathing stirs the curve of the mist.Where is the beauty?Have you ever gone back?When will you come again?Looking at the clouds, you are dancing against the rays of the sun, which is the rhythm of life and beautiful chords.Quietly pillow on the bluestone on the shore, the green grass is the mat, and the bees and butterflies are the companions.Longing for your snuggle, the breeze blows in front of my eyes, your figure is faint and cannot be touched.

In a blink of an eye, a white crane lightly pecked the back of my hand and sent me into the clouds.The breeze whispers at the bottom of the feet, and the yellow warbler sings harmoniously.Stopping at your side in an instant, the familiar breath, warm words, and the joy of returning, embrace you in my arms.We traveled on white cranes, visited three mountains and five mountains, picked wild fruits in the forest, drank the wind and dew on the top of the mountain, flew freely, made the world our home, and became a pair of human couples that even gods envy.

The years flow away in the ebb and flow, but the love for you stays in my heart forever.When the temples are graying, counting the treasures in memory, I am still as moved as yesterday.The clock ticks, strikes the string of time, and silently listens to the heartbeat of the other party.

Reincarnation disintegrates the loose feelings and condenses the crystal of true feelings.There is no emotion of gold and iron horses, no heroism of pointing out the country.Staying together in the simple thatched hut, I listen to the wind and rain in front of the mountain and the crowing of frogs by the river.Taste all the delicacies and wild succulents in the mountains, and drink the clear springs in the mountains.Slash-and-burn farming, eating and sleeping in the open.Enjoy a piece of simplicity, taste a little leisurely.

Among the mountains and rivers, where the clouds rise, and the rain falls on the sandbar, there are you and me.

Looking at the gentle starlight, the heart beats quietly, breathing evenly, a set of sweet chords.Tomorrow must be a sunny day with a fiery red sun.