Xiaohan's red and falling swallows are heavy

Jinse has fifty strings for no reason, and one string and one column contemplate the Chinese New Year.Zhuang Shengxiao is obsessed with butterflies in his dreams, and he hopes that Emperor Chunxin will care for cuckoos.

There are tears in the moon and pearl in the sea, and the sun in Lantian is warm and the jade produces smoke.Can this feeling be turned into a memory?It was just at a loss.

------------------- "Jinse"? Li Shangyin? Tang Dynasty

The night wind is cool, the stars are faint, and a few wisps of cloud gauze float in the sky.

I can't find any support in my heart and mind, the quiet night, the slightly drunken evening wind brushes my cheeks.There is a little emptiness and sadness in the heart lake.Love doesn't know where to sleep, and dreams don't know where to escape.

Good things are always desirable, and that belongs to the brave fighter.And I am still like an ugly duckling that has just broken its shell, how do I know how high the sky is and how thick the earth is?The hand was held by that enthusiastic woman, and I felt more and more humble.Longing for the comfort of being hugged, it is close at hand, the hair that can be touched, the slight breath and the warm body temperature that can be felt.But it is obvious that Zhong and she are people from two worlds.Is it just because of the two-year age gap?There is still a thin air between them, so that the two hearts can never meet, even if there are thousands of styles, let alone tell anyone.Thinking about it again, a strong jealousy arose in my heart, and I imagined when I could catch up with Liuyun on the other side.

Thinking every day, dreaming at night.Zhong Zai's wish came true in her dream, and she took the woman's slender hand and strolled along the path full of sycamore trees.No words are worth a thousand words, because two hearts are close.The wild flowers blooming on the roadside are swaying in the wind, what a wonderful dance; the birds on the tree are singing freely, what a wonderful poem.It rained for a while, and the two of them ran as hard as they could, and ran under the tree, watching the raindrops fall from the leaves together, and waiting for the rain to stop together.

Zhong's heart was full of sweet wine, and he was so obsessed with not wanting to wake up.Suddenly there was a thunderclap, and I shivered again. When I looked back, the woman had disappeared.He shouted anxiously, at the top of his lungs, but there was no response...

Chong woke up with anxiety and fear, looked around, and found that his roommate had disappeared.He wiped the sweat from his brow, but couldn't hold back his beating heart.

Open the curtains, a ray of morning light comes in, colorful.Looking out the window at the couple holding hands and frolicking, I found my heart was filled with sourness.Where is my love? Does it just let me wither alone??????

Every time Chong fell into a daze, a figure of a girl would appear in his world, that is Luo Hong.

Wearing a dress with blue flowers and a white background, shaking braids, simple bangs, clear eyes, and an intoxicating smile, she is walking towards him with light steps?????? And all these seem to be drifting away .

Inexplicably remembered, hysterical anger.

In the days with you, I was just busy reviewing and preparing for the exam, and there were no common memories.After leaving, how much I miss you.If there is a beautiful figure in front of me, I will easily betray you and fall in love with others.In the end, I found out that I was looking for troubles, and I returned to you like a wounded child lost, and slowly healed. What kind of curse did you put on me, so that I have no freedom, only torture.

We don't seem to have started, so where is the torture? Maybe it's just self-indulgence and wishful thinking.But I just can't extricate myself, sinking in the torrent of thinking about you.

Why?When I was about to bid farewell to you, you gave me new messages and new expectations.Let me turn around with tears in my eyes and blood dripping, fantasizing about continuing with you.

"Chong, your letter!" Chong heard the sound and saw that it was a letter.He dropped a letter, sat down at the table, and drank water.

Zhong said: "Thank you." Zhong took a closer look and found that the address marked on the envelope was: Department of English, Beijing Normal University.I can't believe my eyes a little bit.And carefully distinguish the handwriting, it is her, it is her, Luohong's notes.

The heavy heart beat to the throat, the breath was short of breath, the hot blood rushed to the head, the face was flushed, and the forehead was dripping with sweat.Finally, when the time came, he didn't know what to do, clutching the letter, he was in a daze.

Hua said: "It's all right!"

Zhong just came back to his senses, smiled wryly and said: "It's nothing, it's nothing." Zhong pretended to be calm, and it was difficult to conceal the excitement and shock in his heart.

Hua got up and left, he was busy with a girlfriend recently.Leaning heavily on the bed, I couldn't wait to open the letter, only to see it read:

"Heavy:

Hello, you are surprised to receive my letter!Sorry for taking so long to reply to you.

I have been very busy with tutoring for one year, and nothing happened, so I didn't write to you.Now I am studying in Beijing Normal University, the school facilities are not bad, there are gymnasium and swimming pool.

There are eight sisters in the dormitory, all from different places, and they get along fairly well.There are three fellow villagers in our class, and they also take good care of me.

When school started, they helped me carry my luggage, which touched me so much.How are you?

The school is going to Jiuzhaigou for a spring outing, and I will tell you interesting stories later.

Let’s stop here this time, and we’ll talk again when we have time.

Wish you

Learning progress, everything goes well!

Friend: Luohong

Read it over and over again, trying to find a trace of love.The fact is that it is just a few words, introducing some recent events.Doesn't she know my love?How can there be such a confused person?The initial joy turned into a little complaint in an instant.

There are also fellow villagers who carry luggage and go on a trip.What a great opportunity to deepen understanding and enhance emotions.As for me, I can only be obsessed with childish fantasies, it's beyond my reach!Time and space separate you and me in two worlds, when will we meet?A sour feeling welled up in my heart.

The years of two or three years are neither short nor long.Can have your news, know your existence, can it be a kind of possession?Why be too greedy!Emotion is a seed that needs suitable soil and careful care before it can sprout, grow leaves, bloom and bear fruit.

It is a long process, I do not know how many risks and twists and turns will be experienced.I don't know if it will bear fruit?

Thinking over and over again, how to take care of this hazy emotion.There is a sea in front of you, with no end in sight.But the looming lighthouse is sometimes so desirable.Zhong meditated quietly and began to recite "Jianjia" in a low voice:

The reeds are green, and the white dew is frost.The so-called Yi people are on the side of the water, and follow it back and forth, and the road is long and obstructed.Backtracking from it, Wan is in the middle of the water.

The reeds are luxuriant, and the white dew is not yet clear.The so-called Yi people are in the Mee of the water.Follow it back and forth, the road blocks and joins.Backtracking from it, Wan is in the water.The reeds are picked, but the white dew is not finished.The so-called Yi people are in the water.Go back from the road, resistance and right.From the back of the tour, Wan is in the water.

Luohong, my friend.Why are you torturing me so much, send me some love messages!I am dying and only you can save me.

A heavy heart is like floating on the sea, without direction or support.He urgently needs Luohong's affirmation, Luohong's confession.

He spread out the letter paper and wrote:

"Falling Red:

I was ecstatic to receive your letter.I look forward to your message every day, and sincerely congratulate you on being admitted to a prestigious university.I wish you all the best and progress in your studies.

I read your letter over and over again, like tasting delicious food, and I am not tired at all.Looking at your words is like seeing someone who sees you.I can see your smile, your braids, and your white dress with blue flowers??????

Hope to hear from you every day, what a blessing it will be.Although we can't get along day and night, as long as we can treat each other with sincerity, even if we are far away, we are still close at hand.

I wrote a few short poems for you, I hope you like them.

inexhaustible thoughts

Entanglement repeatedly condenses into thousands of knots

A message from you in despair

A dry heart revives

linger for a long time

irrigate carefully

Maybe it was God's arrangement

The safflower of love blooms quietly

Lost Sinan's Ship

fly around

cloudy sea night

Only the motor is crying bitterly

In the wind and rain□□

finally ushered in the dawn

The splendor of the East

is my harbor

hardworking girl

plant the seeds of hope

在 我 心 里

quietly swell and germinate

you have to be patient

don't let it go cold

don't wait until the blood runs out

heartbroken

Best friend: "heavy"

In the morning, with the coolness of autumn, stroll??????

There is a breath of harvest everywhere, misty dawn mist, moist green trees, fused in the entanglement.

Occasionally, a leaf falls in the autumn wind.A little bleakness arises spontaneously.

Unknowingly, the earth took off its green coat and put on a golden one. It was originally a magnificent joy, but now it is a bit lonely.It is the unique loneliness in autumn, and it is the cloak of loneliness.

All things in nature are covered with a magical coat, you can't see the appearance, you can't see through the heart.Hazy, elusive.

This layer of coat is shed when the seasons change, and only then is the existence of the coat discovered.Is this a disguise?

The many wild flowers on the roadside are still whispering in the afterglow of the autumn sun; the trickling stream under the stone bridge still depicts the long curve of the earth.

The lonely figure still has little ripples in the tranquility of sunset.The incomplete dead tree also sighed generously in the last sound of the reed flute.

Gone are the colorful butterflies flying among the cauliflowers, and the egrets soaring into the sky are gone.There is no bosom friend holding hands in the shade of the tree, there is no Jujiu and Mingsha on the sandbar.

Only the gloomy cooking smoke depicts the sorrow of the wanderer.

A cup of tea, a glass of wine, a bowl of soup, a portion of sweetness.

A road, a you, a me, never give up.

Outerwear, sew a winter coat with your heart!

Accompanied by the little stars, there is not a trace of wind, and there are occasional cock crows.When the door was opened, a familiar smell rushed over.The smell of cooking smoke is fragrant and simple.The former childhood sweetheart, the bamboo horse Qingmei.A pair of innocent partners lit the firewood together, and the light shone on their fair and immature faces. The two looked at each other and smiled, warm and magical.The burning charcoal fire bursts rhythmically, stirring young hearts.

Lively ponytail, floral dress.Standing next to Xiangyang's classroom during class, clasping his little hands, smiling brightly, and speaking softly.Occasionally, the wind passed by, and the black hair caressed the eyes.The rubber band is like a seven-color light string, plucked by you, that is the most beautiful picture in winter.

Cooking smoke rises, a familiar smell.Instantly return to the beautiful childhood, where there are no worries and worries.Flying freely in the sky, like a cloud in the sky, sometimes I feel that you are far away, sometimes I feel that you are beside me, I really want to be your blue sky and let you dance in my chest.

Familiar taste, familiar you.As the flowers bloom and fall, we can't stop the aging face and the lost youth.I don't know when we will meet again, will we still recognize you and me?

The appearance is easy to change, but what remains forever is the sincerity of childhood.When I think of it occasionally, my heart still beats faster and my cheeks are flushed.

Beautiful childhood, see cooking smoke again.