Essays and poems about missing one's lover

Poetic prose about missing 1. Poetry or prose that expresses one's thoughts.

1, full moon thinking far away.

Tang Dynasty: Zhang Jiuling

The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world.

People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones.

Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.

You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.

2. "Jinse"

Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin

I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.

Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.

Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.

A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.

3. Su Muzhe Nostalgia

Song Dynasty: Fan Zhongyan

Blue sky and yellow leaves. The autumn wind is full of waves, and the waves are cold and smoky. The mountain reflects the sun and the sky meets the water. The grass is ruthless, and the sunset is even more outside.

Dark homesickness, thoughts of chasing travel. Every night unless, sweet dreams make people unable to sleep. The bright moon building is high and lonely. Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears.

4. "Operator, I live at the head of the Yangtze River."

Song Dynasty: Li Zhiyi

I live in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River and you live in the lower reaches. I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water.

The water of the Yangtze River flows eastward for a long time, and I don't know when it will stop, and neither will their lovesickness and parting hatred. I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning.

5. Midnight Qiu Ge, Wu Ge

Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

There is moonlight in Chang 'an, and all the families in Yi Dao are there.

The autumn wind blew Yi Dao's voice, and every household remembered the people guarding the border.

When will the border war be settled and when will my husband end his expedition?

Looking at the moon, thinking of a distant one.

Tang Dynasty: Zhang Jiuling

The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world.

People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones.

Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.

You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.

Translation:

A bright moon rises in the vast sea, and now you and I are facing each other at the ends of the earth.

All living beings hate the long moonlight and miss their loved ones all night.

Put out the candles and cherish the moonlight in the room. I wandered around in my clothes, feeling the cold at night.

I can't give you beautiful moonlight, I just hope to meet you in my sleep.

Precautions:

(1) Huaiyuan: I miss my distant relatives.

(2) the first two sentences: a bright moon rises in the vast sea, reminding people of relatives and friends far away from the ends of the earth. At this moment, it's time to see the same bright moon. Xie Zhuang's Yuefu: "There is a bright moon in a thousand miles".

(3) Lover: affectionate person, referring to the author himself; I'm talking about relatives Remote night: a long night. Complaining about the long night: complaining about insomnia due to parting, and even complaining about the long night. Night: The whole night is the whole night.

(4) pity: love. Zi: Moisturize. Full of pity: cherish the moonlight in the room. Although I blew out the candle here, it was not dark. Obviously, according to the context, it should be a moonlit night, and it should be around the first15th day of the lunar calendar. At this time, the moonlight is bright. Even today, when you put out the oil lamp, you can still feel the beauty of the moonlight. When a person quietly enjoys the moonlight in the room, there is a feeling of "pity", just a feeling from the heart. When reading poetry, we must understand the poet's psychology at that time, so as to understand poetry. Full light is naturally full of moonlight, and "full" describes a state, which should be that moonlight shines directly into the room.

5. The last two sentences: Yuehua is good, but you can't give it to each other. Might as well go back to sleep and find a good time. Lu Ji "When is the bright moon? : "There is afterglow in it, but it is not enough." Full hand: full hand means full hand. Surplus: full (refers to the state of fullness).

2. Prose poems about missing

Water tune song head ①

Su Shi

When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. I want to go home by the wind, but I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu (2), and it's too cold at the top. Dance to find out what shadows look like on the earth.

Turn to Zhuge, low yee (3), as sleepless. The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people live a long life.

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① Shuidiao Song Title: Leyuan: Shuidiao, Shang Diao also. Also known as Qu, Kaige and Taicheng Tour.

② Yuyu: the residence of the so-called Emperor of Heaven in Taoism. 3 wild fox: embroidery worker. (4) ChanJuan: Moonlight beauty refers to the moon.

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This Mid-Autumn Festival poem has been famous for a long time, and it is definitely ancient. Although the first sentence is in Li Bai's poems, it is graceful and charming. Paradise on earth, connecting emotional context. Then, with a romantic and magnificent imagination, he concentrated on describing the subtle relationship between himself and the court, highlighting the contradiction between "going" and "staying". I actually wrote about the Mid-Autumn Festival and my yearning for the moon. From resentment to thorough language, it can be seen that the author is open-minded and unconstrained by the environment. The word "hope" released all my worries, but guarded my life with kindness and encouraged each other by sending acacia to the bright moon.

3. Prose about missing

I think of you every night.

Moonlight caresses my thoughts.

The white clouds in the morning are far away.

Leave expectations in the grassland

Can you hear the call of the mountain?

The lake is looking forward to your smile.

Sad tears are always blown dry by the wind.

Only endless thoughts.

The autumn wind blows my heartstrings.

You and my vows float in the sky.

Stroll the grassland in the wind

Long-term attachment covered with heavy snow

Can you hear the call of the mountain?

The lake is looking forward to your smile.

Sad tears are always blown dry by the wind.

Only endless thoughts.

Can you hear the call of the mountain?

The lake is looking forward to your smile.

Sad tears are always blown dry by the wind.

Only endless thoughts.

How many divorces are there in life?

Moonlight passes through the deep midnight, gently revealing a charming smile. The lake rippled. The charm of eyes makes feelings elegant, soft breath surging and gentle drifting away. Through the dark night, my heart is beating. The bleak dream of smoke, the memory of youth, suddenly fell down at the midnight door.

Missing, floating in the empty room. Seems a little lonely, seems a little vague. Wandering memories come to the deeper bottom, and a ray of warmth conveys the beauty of the past. An unverifiable dream breaks the contract of lovesickness and sings distant songs with lonely songs. Microwave overflow, no longer loyal to the explanation of moonlight. Be in full bloom, the years fly, like a dream, indulge in it. What is left is eternal beauty.

Clear waves are like eyes, occasionally squint at the sky, so vast, so broad and so mysterious. Pick a bunch of heartflowers and get together for a photo. It is the tentacles of memory that extend around the eyes. Maybe it has been lost, maybe it has tried to forget, maybe it has rejected Sanskrit transcendentally. However, the missing rose is still a legend.

On a dreamy night, the moonlight combed out an attractive plane. I was tempted and pulled. Continue to be arrogant about my extraordinary, trying to interpret a true story and break the ancient legend.

Vulgar Fan Yin, shaking hands with the lintel of the moon. Peace of mind, meaning to go. In the choice between the past and the future, we often can't understand what the real meaning is. The news is prosperous, but I have to accept fatigue. The route home defines the distance of life. It's rare for someone to give up everything, stir the moonlight, kiss you goodbye and tell you that he loves you all his life. The quiet lake is still like eyes, but it flows northward and trickles.

The sky of the heart is raining, and the feelings of personality are sincerely dreaming of jade dreams and fantasizing about the future; The palm of your hand is fragrant and filled with happiness. Life is like a dream, and feelings can be entrusted. Look at the bright moonlight, like the eye rhyme of water, which breeds many stories and hopes.

Leaning against your window, I pushed open the door of my missing. Tonight, the moonlight is accepting the invitation of love and serenading the gentle clouds hand in hand. This tossing and turning night seems to be a miracle. Water our sleep with sweetness, turn the stars of the Milky Way into an eternal magpie bridge, and carve a permanent mark. The chord of the heart, flying like a butterfly dream, blooms at the core of the years, recalling the past, telling the future, leaving a lifetime of memories and lovesickness. ...

Sleep on the tide of missing and listen to the waves roll over your shadow. With love and tenderness. Swallowing the waves of love, madly loving arms, embracing your warmth and my attachment. Look at the blue sky and white clouds and listen to the clear water and waves. Long road, curved moon, hand in hand, or the ruthless river of years.

Pick up a cigarette and break the roses in the flowerpot. Today's song is still very nice. The moon is in the sky, and my heart dreams of another language. Yesterday was there, and today is everything. Idiot sentence, long song, red dust locks smoke, flying fog flies. Burning joy, lost sadness, and the color of a place are all smeared with colorless troubles. What is giving up? What is this? Have been hidden in my heart. Only silent night dance, crazy about tomorrow's unknown. Long hair, what story is told, what trajectory is long, along the way, we can only sort out the bits and pieces of life in the moonlight like water. The ancient blue and melancholy legend about Naihe Bridge gives you some comfort and beauty. Tailoring the wedding clothes of life, the blue light traces of years, and decades of life, the only thing left is the long moonlight and microwave deposition.

After many years, it is still a month and a flow. Things are human, and people are human. The only thing that jumps over is the wild shadow outlined by the soul, the broken dream, and the drunken smile. Today, the moonlight is beautiful, and the stream is as light as silk and bamboo, rustling with a soft flute. In the century of reincarnation, there is no returning wind mast, no tall buildings and no rain transmission. Farewell music, to be exact, is dreaming of farewell and thinking of each other. Every laughter that echoes in our ears provides us with silent thinking. Your heavy smile broke my flesh.

Clock continues to spread my feelings, your love. Looking for eyes, accurately in the oath of parting and meeting, in the midnight light, in the falling stars and the moon, successfully tells the sadness and beauty of this ending.

Passionate moonlight, like water missing. The wind in the distance is still there, and the rain nearby is faint. How many divorces are there in life?

4. Does anyone know any poems or essays about missing?

Missed Love (Prose Poetry)

Li xunmou

1. Not everyone can feel the pain of waiting, and not everyone can taste the taste of waiting. Sometimes it takes patience, sometimes it takes minutes to calculate, sometimes it takes a little time to pass, and sometimes it takes a little time to accumulate. I wait for you, not for a moment, I know it will take my whole life.

I know that this process will not be completed in a short time. It is a masterpiece, a wonderful book on earth, and I need to work hard every day to accumulate my thoughts and desires for you.

Sometimes I am afraid that the hand of time will cut off my thoughts of you.

Sometimes I am afraid that my waiting will break my wings of patience.

But you don't know all this.

Then let my waiting be tied to your hair and decorated as a landscape, waiting for one day, your naughty tossing will give me a surprise and an accident.

2. Will you miss it and lose it? If one day I stop thinking about you, I don't know what life will mean! If one day you leave me, will I have new ideas? Is there a distance between missing and missing? Miss and miss the same as the sun, the moon and the rivers? Do you miss being immortal?

There is no need to ask for anything. I know I have no extravagant hopes, and I will never pray for you in my life.

Why is this happening? In the sober morning, I wrote these words because of my inner concern!

Miss will not give up, there are countless struggles in the longing for miss, longing in miss, disappointment in miss, love and pain in miss!

I never wanted to say that word, saying it might be a disaster, fearing that our original harmony would be broken and destroyed.

Life is silent because of missing.

Life is smart because it is mysterious.

Maybe all we can occupy is time, but time is not smart. On the contrary, it is mean and stingy.

Time is a crazy woman without a mask, changing her posture, in the corner of the mountain, in the corner. In the earth and the sky, crazy, without a trace. You can't catch her, and you can't search her. She won't listen to you and be at your mercy; It won't be generous to you, it will make you happy. Between you and me, she is so stubborn.

She likes to show off, and she is cunning.

She gave nothing, just because she was by your side.

It is difficult to describe the depth of human suffering. It's hard to imagine that there will be no you in this world!

Time, you are a baby born with human beings, crying in the ancient flood and laughing in the long river of sunset. No matter what face you appear in, I know the fate: accompanied by life.

6. Maybe escaping will be another kind of happiness.

I won't go to see you, but there will be a message from you at this time.

At the end of time … what you have is not what I have, but your desire also confirms my desire!

Poems of missing

Author: Li Shangyin Age: Tang Style: Seven Laws Category: Boudoir Love

It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming.

Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.

In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.

There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .

A cluster of plum blossoms

Li Qingzhao

Lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone.

Who sent the brocade book, the word geese returned, and the moon was full of the West Building.

Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.

There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.

Miss each other

Wang Wei

When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches.

People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.

Looking at the moon, thinking of a distant one.

Zhang Jiuling

The sea rises and the moon rises, and the horizon is * * * at this time.

People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones.

Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.

You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.

5. Who knows some prose poems about missing?

be homesick

Autumn rain is as cool as silk and autumn wind, geese are high in the sky and mountains are thousands of miles apart. Last night, I dreamed of going home.

Climb the slippery mountain road and cross the ridge. The tree in front of the door is as old as a dragon bell, and the dust is floating in the court. The big black dog looked at me and barked, and my parents who went out to meet me were already white-haired.

The green hills outside the mountain are towering, just like my father's unyielding backbone. There are thousands of ravines, deep and shallow, on the hillside of Kan Kan, covered with human faces. Grab a handful of seeds to sow hope, and wave a sickle to harvest fragrance. Swing a hammer, drink away the mountain, and block the sun with a pair of big hands.

I remember the smell of sorghum, millet, buckwheat noodles, bacon and tofu pudding with glutinous rice, the big fire, the bright moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival, the radio singing big plays with southern and northern accents, and the leaves and cigarettes whispering. At dusk, the sheep race horses and the country roads are full of pastoral songs.

I remember chopping wood in Guanding Mountain and herding sheep in Lion Mountain, and I remember tinkling in Yanwan Creek. Maotoufeng is green with camellia, and Cheshan Temple is full of incense. Thinking of mother's needlework embroidered with dragons and phoenixes, brothers and sisters are looking forward to wearing new clothes in the new year.

I miss my relatives, my hometown, people who have left home, and my long-lost parents. The morning chicken crows the sky, the old cow sends the sunset, the spring flowers and the autumn moon are old, and the grass is green and yellow. The autumn night is long and sleepless, and my skirt is full of homesickness and tears.

6. Lyric prose about general ideas

miss

The moon quietly hid behind the willow tip and refused to come out. There is too much sadness in the backlog, which makes it dare not hang in the blue sky. The twinkling of stars and the tenderness of clouds make it sad. Hundreds of millions of years later, it is still playing chasing games with the sun. See the cowherd and the weaver girl meet once a year, and see the leaves and the wind roaming freely again, because in late autumn, the wind can fly with the leaves. However, I only have thoughts but no heart, and I always miss them.

My lonely figure is standing under the moon, whispering to the moon behind the willow tip: my lover is getting farther and farther away from me, and my thoughts are getting longer and longer. I looked straight at the moon, and there was a deep pain in my hazy tears. Along the way, I scattered my thoughts in the traces of late autumn. In this harvest season, I let my withered thoughts blossom and fall, and stay in the loneliness in the middle of the night.

Missing like the wind, through the long night sky, took away my inner call for my lover, who is the red bean I planted in your eyes. The more I miss you, the more bitter my heart becomes. Leaning against the window and looking at the thick night, tears soaked my skirt. I stared at the night sky, waiting for the moon to appear, so that I could pour out my heart to it. I let out a sigh in the silent night, which shocked my soul and made me feel a more inexplicable sadness.

I always miss you, facing the scorching sun, facing the crescent moon and facing the meteor across the horizon. Your laughter is still in my ears, and your tall and straight posture is still in front of me. I stubbornly straighten up, look up at the blue sky, and silently wait for your appearance. I use the quiet Yue Hui to illuminate the place where you can go and look for your trace until my heart is tired and my eyes see through it, but there is still no you.

So, I use tears to vent my thoughts on you and send away loneliness with a self-deprecating smile.

2

Lazy walking in the dusk, watching the sunset glow all over the sky, falling leaves fluttering. Breeze across the face, like a mother's gentle hand, like a friend's warm hand, like a lover's hot hand. So, my soul burned and a warm current flowed all over my body. Following the shadow of the sunset, I am looking for your figure again, whispering to the wind, and my heart is still on your back when I leave. Accidentally, a fallen leaf stopped on my shoulder, and I seemed to hear the sigh of the fallen leaf. I don't know whether it's for me or for its own destiny.

Looking back on all the good things in the past, they are now deeply anchored in my memory. I can't help thinking, can't my desire just stay at the end of drifting? I can't go all the way, and I miss you all the time. Thinking about our vows, thinking about our tenderness, how many thoughts scattered with the clouds were abandoned in the wilderness.

Walking in the bustling crowd on the street, still looking for your figure. Watching strange faces pass by me, I feel deeply sad because there is no you. In the autumn wind, a tree in the distance shook its almost bare body alone. The setting sun shines on me through the cracks in the branches, passes through my soul and caresses my figure like a bay of running water. As a result, my tears of missing are covered with bare branches.

three

The rain is still falling, and the tears have already dried up. Once we met in the rain, you reached out your warm hand and pulled me under your umbrella. Seeing your kind smile, a little shyness flashed in my eyes. Don't talk, listen to the rhythm of raindrops hitting the umbrella quietly. Since then, I am no longer afraid of rainy days, and I am obsessed with walking in the rain. We follow the sunset into autumn, and we follow the fallen leaves into autumn. Whispering of flowers and the moon, hugs of landslides, tears of drizzle and vows of eternal love all occur in this season.

Now, I stand alone on the footbridge of the city street, patiently waiting for the floating clouds floating in the sky, and entrusting my thoughts to it. No one will accompany me to watch the sunset at dusk, and no one will accompany me to listen to the sound of raindrops beating on umbrellas in the drizzle. I walk on a distant land with heavy steps, often imagining that your voice suddenly rings around me, and often imagining that your umbrella will appear again in rainy days. However, to this day, you still have not appeared in front of my eyes.

Tides rise and fall, flowers bloom and fall, years pass and time flows. I have never stopped thinking about you. Watching the clouds gradually disperse, watching the wind gradually go away, shaking my hands and touching the clouds and the soft wind, I miss you in the distance.

Tell me, can you feel my yearning for you?

7. Ask for ancient poems about missing.

Red bean shrubs grow in the south. In spring, they will sprout many branches and take them home. For me, this thing wants to say most-"Acacia" Tang and Wang Wei.

The city walls are thin willows, and the roads are lush. I forgot to pick the leaves when I was carrying the cage, but I dreamed of fishing in the sun last night-Tang Zhang's "Miss the Spring Maid".

When I walk on a cool autumn night, I think of you and sing my poems. I heard the pine cone fall on the mountain, and you seemed to wake up. -"Autumn Night Sending Qiu" Tang Wei

Blue chikurinji, near the distant bell in the middle of the night. The sunset with a hat gradually returned to Qingshan. -"Send" Tang and Liu Changqing

Yu Di's dark flying sound scattered into the spring breeze in Los Angeles. Who can't get homesick when they hear that there is another village in the serenade? -"Spring Night in Los Angeles" Tang and Li Bai

When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night. -"A short message to a friend in the north on a rainy night" Tang and Li Shangyin

Misty rain enveloped Wu's day overnight; Send you in the morning, lonely and sad in Chushan! Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith! -"Lotus Inn and Xin Jian Separation" Tang and Wang Changling

The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west. -"Send Yuan and Two Stones to Anxi" Tang Wangwei

Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, the sun is shining, and the north wind blows goose feathers and snow one after another. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone knows you. -"Don't Dongda" Tang Gao Shi

Mei Huang Shi, every family was flooded by rain, and the pond was covered with green grass and frogs. It's past midnight, and the invited guests haven't come yet. I tapped the chess pieces bored and shook the wick of an oil lamp. -"Guests" Song, Zhao Shixiu.

He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! -Du Fu

8. Write prose poems about missing your hometown

) The purple path is green with the pulse of emotion. The childhood of green mountains and green waters has long been hidden in the courtyard with gray tiles and stone walls. The frequent calls are still floating in the light smoke of dusk. The story in the dream wakes up lonely and intoxicated. So far away from home, the local accent is drifting away.

I have been looking for it in my memory. Last night, I suddenly heard the bamboo flute, the fence was sparse, and I lost it in the green house.

Looking for hometown in June, there are fragrant stars and bamboo seas all over the sky, and bamboo leaves are the writing paper of acacia. When you screened out the dancing beautiful images for me, did you lick my long-missed forehead? On the way home, sad tears ran through the moss.

In June, you sewed up my aching acacia. Do you want to see me? I feel sorry for you. I'm here for you. Where is my homesickness? I don't know how far I have to go to see you. Where are the childhood songs floating under the willows in front of the village? Where can I find photos of the old people's party? Where are the butterflies flying in the eyes of passers-by? Is there anyone waiting to hold my hand in the sparse Woods? My hometown is the wind in June. It was the shower in June that brought me back to my hometown and dreamed.

Look south and go back to the south. Gently pursue the hair of roadside grass, look forward to the quiet aftertaste of motherhood, and cut the long-lost dream.

The ice of the years is greener than the old house. The wooden windows of the old house were opened by the sun.

In the distance, the vegetation is sparse, and in the distance, there are large tracts of golden rape fields. As you can see, Yuan Ye is vast. The weather is sunny and warm as a dream.

Childhood memories, unique beauty, disturb my heart. Full of sunshine.

My hometown is a cup of rice wine, where I miss my homesickness. I don't know how far I have to go before I can meet you and hold hands with you. Is it hometown or hometown? I wonder if you have changed after so long. Do you still have the most beautiful memories of teenagers in those pictures? Please let me drink a cup of sorrow for you. In the wandering days, let my attachment stay in your heart forever. How many years have you been away from home, the wind in the south. A paragraph is higher than my shoulder.

Kindness, yearning, never out of the mountains in the south. The sound of years, swinging out of the flute hole, dancing in the fingers.

Across the wheat fields, across the mulberry fields. This is pure sound, which travels across the world and falls in my heart like spring rain.

The south is a restless sea, where life flows to mountains and valleys. That's my green south, Tingting's elegant posture. In the south, I heard it. Festival songs propped up a thick umbrella, and the pursuit of dreams in the scenery broke my thoughts into two petals.

I grew up in the south and got used to the weather in the south. It's rainy in my hometown, stirring my thoughts. When I miss you, I like to turn myself into a drop of rain, quietly falling into your hair, melting myself into a clear spring and nourishing your heart. Stay together or forget, just turn around. Like the rain last night, expressing sadness.

I walked along the route we walked, and the grass grew like a beautiful and crisp poem. The wind approached quietly, shaking every leaf covered by moonlight with great significance, and printing a sweet kiss on the shy leaves.

Wandering with sadness, picking up the desolation in the poem, the beautiful hometown, and the magical green fog full of love, rippling in my heart.

9. I want some articles about missing.

A touch of missing, a touch of love/affection.

The rings of the years always walk quietly. Unconsciously, it has gone through the tender spring and ushered in this warm summer.

Summer sunshine seems to melt people.

Suddenly one day, I was quiet and cold, and I liked it very much. It's really good to walk in such weather, see charming flowers, green trees and feel gentle wind and mood.

These days, my thoughts are accumulating bit by bit, my heart is being eroded bit by bit, and it seems that I am gently peeling off layers of cocoons with my own hands to reveal the softest place. That moment, even the slightest touch, will be felt, and then, in their own world, warm and sweet.

Such a fate, such a feeling, just like in the hot summer, suddenly there is a cool breeze blowing, refreshing feeling, in the bottom of my heart bound to worry about. As a result, my eyes and eyebrows have joy, and my heart has faint thoughts.

I wear my favorite perfume just to smell the refreshing breath when I bow my head. I tied up my curly hair so that I could see my new pearl earrings. I shed this faint yearning, just waiting for an encounter.

It is good to miss someone. There is a soft feeling, like melting ice, dripping with feelings. Even if you don't meet, you feel very comfortable and comfortable, which is also a kind of heartbeat.

In fact, this is just a feeling, that kind of My Sweetie, light and soft. Touch the most easily touched corner in your heart, and then, fill your whole heart with no room for anything else.

In my heart, I have a lot of happiness, and this happiness has become a long-term concern. I hope the person I miss is the same as myself.

Therefore, I am looking forward to such a beautiful woman.

If miss can be passed on, then I hope it is in your dream, and I am a sweet smile in your sleep; If, miss can be expressed, then, I hope it is in your sky, I am the faint flowing cloud; If the yearning can continue, then I hope it is in your heart. I am the most easily plucked string in your heart. My slight touch is the tremor in your heart, okay?

Every time I see it, I always feel excited. Just for that warmth.

In fact, many times, I like someone, not because of power or wealth. Just because of the feeling of penetrating the heart. Straight into the heart, completely. At this time, the gap between age and status is not very important. Maybe it's just a sentence. I like it after listening to it warmly. It is such a simple thing.

I want to live this life, there is a favorite book on my desk, which I can open at will; You can hear the chirping of birds outside the window; Looking around, you can see a person who loves you; Deep down, there is a person who misses it. It's good. It's good.

Miss, when I inadvertently, has occupied the heart, very full. I think I will cry silently for such a person. Although, my heart is so sweet and tender. However, this sweetness and gentleness is so sad.

Blending into this nature, staring at the clouds in the sky, I am particularly happy. At this moment, it's good to breathe the fresh air, enjoy the refreshing scenery and think of you gently in my heart.