Who knows which country men in the lonely northern hemisphere are in? What's the story?

A boat every ten years, a pillow every hundred years.

500 hasty encounters in previous lives can only be exchanged for a smile in this life. Two inseparable lovers are separated from each other, which actually creates a distance that does not separate their bellies. "Distance produces beauty!" But I really don't know if it's such a statement. The autumn wind deliberately smeared lush branches and leaves, fragrant flowers and green water, while the autumn rain generously decorated the empty stomach sky, hung a season's rainbow, mimeographed the wrinkled black and yellow earth, and made up a delicious meal that was not thirsty, but it is not known whether this gift is kind or not!

Have breakfast with you with my good night/remember to put my thoughts in the piggy bank/I watch the stars shine/listen to the cowherd telling the Weaver Girl to be brave.

Like ordinary people, the relationship between him and her is very dull, and the dull content seems to spell a play. Their combination is not like Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet's love at first sight, nor like Cai Zhiheng's rascal and dancing lightly. Their initial communication seems to be just the ignorant pursuit of love in Seeds of Love, or an extension of another kind of thinking!

Soon he and she went to different cities because of studying, and they never dared to speculate too much about what the future would be like. "When you miss me, you look at the starry sky outside the window, and I look for your eyes." She did it. But he didn't say anything, just stood at the window of the dormitory every night, quietly warming some cold thoughts.

Don't be afraid that we are at the two ends of the earth/look at my greetings, ride a magic carpet/fly to you at the speed of light/let you see the cross star with Polaris.

He finally decided to string his ideas into words and deliver them to her in a different place. He deeply understands himself and her needs at this time. What he is afraid of is not his loneliness, that his dream will have no theme tonight, but that there is no light on a cloudy night. Walking in the crowd on campus, he paced leisurely, and he could clearly distinguish the direction of the oncoming wind in his life and thoughts.

Looking at the familiar QQ avatar, he and she once again talked about their lovesickness on a frequency. In the photo, he really saw it. She has lost weight, much more haggard than before. In his mind, he knows what this concept is. At the top of the photo, he barely smiled at her whom he had not seen for a long time. He didn't want to add his bitterness to her: don't be afraid, the lonely messenger and we are just passing by in a hurry. Two hearts gently stick to the screen at the same angle, and one heart accompanies the other.

Without my arm as a pillow, you are not used to it/your telescope can't see my loneliness in the northern hemisphere/the tides in the Pacific Ocean rotate back and forth with the earth/I will wait patiently/welcome you to land at any time.

If lonely people are always alone, then loneliness will become a kind of freedom, a pursuit of not being lonely, and a waiting combined with missing. But many times, I am afraid that full loneliness will suddenly become empty, ink-stained and unconstrained style.

He began to feel a strong crisis. At this time, his previous visions and dreams were like grass soaked in the swamp and began to rot slowly. He began to feel his heart beating faster. It seems that the ups and downs in his heart are very strong, but every letter deliberately hides his melancholy in a strange campus. At the same time, he can think that she in the other direction is in the same bad mood as himself. The wind blew gently, but accidentally dispersed a cloud in the sky. The rain is falling quietly, only in his city and his campus, but the sky is still smiling at her.

You are not used to not having my arms. /e You can't see my loneliness in the northern hemisphere with photos. No matter how big the world is, two hearts can warm each other. /I miss you, I won't be lazy. /I will keep all my dreams for you.

High-tech cameras can only shoot the world of decoration. How can it reflect the feelings inside the world? The sun is really hot, but is her heart cold? He knows very well that there are no traces of birds flying in the sky.

A self-deceiving joke!

A broken mirror will never be round, just like greed that time can never fill the distance.

The ending is obvious: without sunshine, his and her world will still melt!