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安信娱乐注册Summer Blown by Wind

时间: 作者：世平

　　 The night is dim, shrouding four Yu. Walking quietly in the streets of this prosperous city, looking around at everything around, or The Hearts Connect With String, such as v. mood, or daunting, lamenting the world, at this moment, gently sniffing the fragrance of the air, enjoying the wind blowing comfortable and safe .


　　 Today is a very special day for myself, because after going through many things (for four months) today, I once again wrote down those light words, without flowery words, without touching stories, only the long-lost touch and silence from the bottom of my heart.!

　　 Rare leisure, rare mood! A person, sitting quietly in front of the computer, banging on trivial words, as if returned to the days of college, sad words, simple and elegant feelings, a person, a book, a song, a pen, is a world.

　　 For a long time, there has been no real meaning to log on to my website, but the occasional online has surprised many friends, and there is no lack of my own disappearance. I have won so many greetings and feelings.!

　　 In fact, this summer, I don't know where to start, light thoughts, lingering gently, charming in the water ying ying brow. I like Anni Baobei's words in Rose Island very much: Sometimes a person chooses to walk not because of loneliness, but because he hears the sound of his heart.. Think carefully, in this noisy Jagte Raho, oneself is playing what kind of role? There is no answer, nor has there been any, just for myself, picking a wisp of flower fragrance and writing a letter are the only yearning at this moment..

　　 Calm down, sit on the balcony, accompanied by the night breeze, quiet v. Zhongchang, pursue those initial beliefs fantasy. You said, smile is a kind of crying that cannot be covered up. Low eyebrow is a curved glittering and translucent tears . Dry, is a happy smile! Perhaps this is also a kind of life, let the carefree feelings swaying in the breeze, slowly fade, slowly melt .

　　 I don't know when I came up with an idea: one day when I was tired, I decided to quit my job and set foot on Year Walk . One person, one camera, one backpack, let my mood relax and let my emotions be reposed . Looking back at the years in the silent corner of inside, let those fleeting inside flowers intoxicate my dreams, forget all those unhappiness, break through this noisy city, let my heart calm and let my soul be baptized.!

　　 In the world of mortals, dreams of lightly float and sink.. Time is very fast, suddenly, his college internship life is coming to an end.. They are also facing the real challenge of stepping into the society and becoming members of Qian Qian's ten million southerners.. Four months, joy mingled with tears, pain mingled with happiness, as if only under the deep night sky, is the only moment for his soul to repose and sublimate..

　　 At the moment, I don't know how to put pen to paper. I just feel the emotion accumulated in my heart for a long time, rolling and growing constantly.. The lithe and graceful darkness of inside, Stressed Out! A person, a city, in this thick night inside, billow with intoxicating tenderness, looking out of the window at the light moonlight sprinkled on the quiet and finely, thinking of spreading from this moment, bit by bit, bit by bit, bit by 安信娱乐 bit, corroding the heartbeat, feeling the long-lost mood: worrying, thinking, looking forward to, longing for . quietly, listening to a gentle song by Fermentation starter, letting thoughts spread, releasing full of tender feelings, and performing tender sentimentally attached heartily.

　　 Time Rush, the flowers are still fragrant.. I graduated and grew up! In his own world of inside, a line of words can also give birth to a sweet smell, a piece of music can also soothe the soul, and the thoughts wandering in the heart are becoming more and more soft. A person, like this, feels tender and tender, misses affectionately, with the wind blowing, turns out to be such warmth, where the wind passes, with the unique flavor of night inside, so ambiguous and lingering .

　　 Postscript: In this summer blown by the wind, a person crosses the silent street, but his thoughts wander on the edge of sweetness and pain. He feels that time moves quietly and slowly flows down at his fingertips, just like the enchanting charm of Lycoris radiata, which quietly blooms and withers in the flowers inside on the other side of the bank .

　　 Asakusa wind chime






