Over and over Again

BE In the subsequent turning points, you will consider whether to join based on the needs of the article. Please forgive me for the new author's poor writing skills. Those years that are compared to treasures are like the tissue paper that is passed around one by one when the wind chimes ring. It is a vast expanse of white, like cotton and linen clothes that have dried on the skin and been scrubbed and faded. They are piled on the legs of the table and are almost crumbling in the wind. The moment I close my eyes tightly against the sun on the plastic runway, I lower my head and stare at the dense patches on the ink when I can't hold back my sleepiness. Hidden in the drawer of the girl by the window is a book containing growth scars. The last line writes about the soft bright color of the moon that I saw in a hurry when I was on the road. It was glowing with dizzy light. The moon was running, I was retreating, and the world turned into dazzling white again. There are too many things that young people cannot grasp. They cannot grasp the white paper and cannot keep the bright moon. Wait a little longer. Walking through this golden and numb white, let's pick up the fallen moonlight together. It's hard to say I can let go The inadvertent look at each other, the seemingly accidental encounter and every conversation you had are all unforgettable memories of my passionate youth. I didn't dare to declare my love for you, so love began to slowly become sour and became a swollen bruise in youth, which can only be healed with the passage of time. On the day you graduated from high school, you told me that you had me in your heart all those years. At that time, I just stood there stupidly. Yi Yanhuai, I seem to have grasped my moon When fireflies are once again flying in the woods on a midsummer night, and icebergs standing at sub-zero temperatures hide in the world of blues, I wait for the dawn in your pupils, and you hold me in your arms and whisper love in my ears. When the rainy world where I worry about gains and losses welcomes sunny days, my dear, when you come to gently embrace my embarrassment and my unbearable state, and when you smooth my wrinkles, I want to say, thank you, I love you. I began to write love poems for you. When I lamented the sincerity of fate countless times, I thought that I didn't want to wait for the wind to stop, because I had found my own haven. I wanted the wind chimes beside me to sound in the wind and float freely. We have to walk from sunrise to sunset Look at the warmth of spring when the flowers are blooming, and the heaven and earth are all encompassing; Look at the stormy clouds and the continuous rain. We laughed on the sunny day, and you held my hand, and I was greedy for your pulse and the warmth of your palm. We have to walk from sunset to dawn. Watching the twinkling stars, letting the night sky devour our worries, watching the waxing and waning of the moon, we chatted about those unrealistic fantasies in the dead of night, and you held me, I looked at your eyes and thought of the phrase "A lover's eyes never lie." In the dark night, your eyes are brighter than the stars. In fact, long-lasting love is very simple. From the moment we fell in love, down to every minute and every second, and up to the next few decades, your firm figure has always been by my side, and your voice is in every dream I have. Until our breathing slowly becomes the same frequency, until I Our hearts are tightly connected So the years flow more slowly, and no longer become The vicissitudes of life are unpredictable, but I know I especially like your eyes, sincere and bright, like the wintersweet I glimpsed in winter, like the lotus blooming at the beginning of summer. My lover's eyes are the windows to my heart. I open the window and walk into the heart of my lover. Later I couldn't write poetry anymore. My lover died in the morning dew I hate that things in heaven go against my wishes, and traces are made on the earth, dragging me into the abyss, and not seeing the face of my lover. It's rare for me to see him with his branches damaged by his prosperity and his clear tears staining his appearance. My lover is the green lotus stained by mist, the undefeated winter It is an eternal poem in my heart The ancient port is meandering, you and I are evergreen Intention: Feeling