Lu Xiaofeng: Clouds Over Wushan

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20180531 Report, the big lazy bug reminds you daily,

What else can I say to you? I just blame you and miss you! What else can I say to you? Nothing more than love you and hate you! Alone in the corner, let the rain and wind blow, the sun rises and the moon sets, winter passes and spring comes... The language of flowers is thick, but I stand for a long time, standing in the corner forgotten by you! In the whispers and rumors, they carefully calculate the date of your return in their mouths. From cherry blossoms to peach blossoms, from camellias to pear blossoms, hibiscus and begonias bloomed several times, and rapeseed flowers bloomed golden all over the place... Flowers are blooming on the street, who sang it by mistake? The song doesn't become a song, the tune doesn't make the tune. Why haven't you turned around? This is probably called obsession; Why don't you let go? Maybe this is the devil's obstacle. Such an obsession, such a demonic obstacle, no one can tell me where the demonic obstacle arises, where does the obsession begin? In fact, you are still you, and I am always me. You know nothing about me, and I only know a little bit about you. It's just using your words to add a touch of color to my life, it's just using your stories to leave a trace on my years, it's just using your characters to add some temperament to my life. However, you dig a hole and leave, but you let go at the cliff. So the characters were fixed, the colors were black and white, and the traces were carved into the bones. I don't know if there is still a vague memory of me in your memory. You can't dwell on it, you can only wait. It's waiting. It's helpless. Tears and shouts, smiles and silence, thousands of them are just one name, called readers. What can readers say? But I thought of you for the first time today, but F5 broke another keyboard. What's there to say about waiting? Nothing but days, months, and years. Then I think of many feelings that I have never told you, saying that I like you is too shallow, saying that love is too strong, I can only tell you that I am waiting for you, and I am willing to wait for you. I'm waiting for you, I'm willing to wait, and you left your back to me. Facing your back, I have only one word for you—— I don't want to be missed! I don't want to be missed by you, I cherish my heart waiting for you. But if you don't stay, I can't tell you; if you don't look back, I can't keep you; if I stare for a long time, I can't see you through the distance of turning around. However, I am still waiting. I can only wait. Even if you give up, I will not give up. Every story should have its ending. In the quiet night, or when the moon is as bright as water, I hope you can think of me, and I hope you can think of stories; In the quiet night, or in the rainy night, I hope you can think of stories, and I hope you can think of me. No matter whether there are tears or laughter at the ending, time will at least make the characters complete; Regardless of whether the story is joyful or tragic, it will at least give readers relief. I asked you if your return date has not yet been announced, how will I wait? With a smile, with silence. I have been standing here, even if it is windy and rainy, the moon rises and sets, spring passes and winter comes... I stand for a long time, standing where you can see it when you look back... What else can I say to you? I've been waiting and waiting! All the time—— May every story have an ending, may every reader never be fooled again, may every author look back and see the readers who are waiting... It's a long night, I wish everyone a good story to accompany you!

What else can I say to you? I just blame you and miss you! What else can I say to you? Nothing more than love you and hate you! Alone in the corner, let the rain and wind blow, the sun rises and the moon sets, winter passes and spring comes... The language of flowers is thick, but I stand for a long time, standing in the corner forgotten by you! In the whispers and rumors, they carefully calculate the date of your return in their mouths. From cherry blossoms to peach blossoms, from camellias to pear blossoms, hibiscus and begonias bloomed several times, and rapeseed flowers bloomed golden all over the place... Flowers are blooming on the street, who sang it by mistake? The song doesn't become a song, the tune doesn't make the tune. Why haven't you turned around? This is probably called obsession; Why don't you let go? Maybe this is the devil's obstacle. Such an obsession, such a demonic obstacle, no one can tell me where the demonic obstacle arises, where does the obsession begin? In fact, you are still you, and I am always me. You know nothing about me, and I only know a little bit about you. It's just using your words to add a touch of color to my life, it's just using your stories to leave a trace on my years, it's just using your characters to add some temperament to my life. However, you dig a hole and leave, but you let go at the cliff. So the characters were fixed, the colors were black and white, and the traces were carved into the bones. I don't know if there is still a vague memory of me in your memory. You can't dwell on it, you can only wait. It's waiting. It's helpless. Tears and shouts, smiles and silence, thousands of them are just one name, called readers. What can readers say? But I thought of you for the first time today, but F5 broke another keyboard. What's there to say about waiting? Nothing but days, months, and years. Then I think of many feelings that I have never told you, saying that I like you is too shallow, saying that love is too strong, I can only tell you that I am waiting for you, and I am willing to wait for you. I'm waiting for you, I'm willing to wait, and you left your back to me. Facing your back, I have only one word for you—— I don't want to be missed! I don't want to be missed by you, I cherish my heart waiting for you. But if you don't stay, I can't tell you; if you don't look back, I can't keep you; if I stare for a long time, I can't see you through the distance of turning around. However, I am still waiting. I can only wait. Even if you give up, I will not give up. Every story should have its ending. In the quiet night, or when the moon is as bright as water, I hope you can think of me, and I hope you can think of stories; In the quiet night, or in the rainy night, I hope you can think of stories, and I hope you can think of me. No matter whether there are tears or laughter at the ending, time will at least make the characters complete; Regardless of whether the story is joyful or tragic, it will at least give readers relief. I asked you if your return date has not yet been announced, how will I wait? With a smile, with silence. I have been standing here, even if it is windy and rainy, the moon rises and sets, spring passes and winter comes... I stand for a long time, standing where you can see it when you look back... What else can I say to you? I've been waiting and waiting! All the time—— May every story have an ending, may every reader never be fooled again, may every author look back and see the readers who are waiting... It's a long night, I wish everyone a good story to accompany you!

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Please don't cheat, from 2015 to 2016

It's so lovingly written, why don't you update it more?

Why hasn't the author updated it yet?

Why haven't you updated yet~ I'll wait until the flowers have withered::>_