Composition: I miss you

I miss you too much when I am alone.

In the quiet night, missing is also a beautiful pain.

The golden sun on the horizon, tired of the hustle and bustle of the city, shook its head feebly, leaving a lingering glow on the ground. At night, there is only half a crescent moon in sight, and the stars with tears in their eyes can't help but scatter little silver threads.

Between loneliness and longing, I chose to watch. Watch the half-waning moon, watch the stars with their tearful eyes. I can't forget that affectionate kiss under the starry sky, which dimmed the brightness of the moon; what I miss is your sweet smiling face, which overflows with deep happiness; what I can't say is the endless longing in my heart, what's beautiful is The pain of longing.

"The waning moon shines on your face, don't cry at dawn." When can I still hear the swallows singing happily in front of the eaves when they return, watching the loneliness of the window sill alone, looking out the window, the yellow leaves are scattered All over the ground, another layer became thicker. I often hate that the days are like running water, and I hate that the days are like passing the years.

The remaining flowers have fallen again, and the autumn geese are flying again, busy carrying their lovesickness to the southern sky; the spring flowers are blooming again, and the swans are coming back again, but the cold moon has buried the lovesickness. Broken glass, piercing cold wind, no feeling on the earth, no pain in the dark night. In the quiet night, it turns out that missing is also a beautiful pain.

The scorching summer sun burns the naked thoughts.

On the breezy morning, the golden ball hung early in the east and sneered. Walking out blankly, listlessly. With headphones in my ears, the sad music started playing again.

A lush green leaf fell from my palm, and I heard the painful gasp. Was it reluctance to let go?

A swallow, with its thin wings supporting its entire body, I clearly saw a kind of loneliness. There must be tears in its eyes, the other half is looking for it. The longing all over the sky makes the whole sky even more depressing.

Stop and freeze your gaze. The endless flow of people, numb faces, ruthless eyes, and naked thoughts are burning fiercely in this hot summer.

The flowing river, where is the embrace waiting.

The crystal clear river water and a person's thoughts are always transparent. You can't see me, but you can feel my thoughts. I love the surging river more than the turbulent sea. We can look at each other on the other side of the river. Only with hope can we have the motivation to move forward. The little bird that cannot fly across the sea has lost the waiting on the other side.

The flowing river, your thoughts, will never stop or stop. The darkness of night and the ice of winter snow will always flow, crystal clear, and I can see my thoughts.

Always believe that happiness can be found along the river; always believe that wherever the sun shines, there is happiness; always believe that even a candle can illuminate happiness on an icy and snowy night.

The river of longing flows silently, and the grass on the bank has been green for one season and barren all winter. The last falling yellow leaf danced with lovesickness and went with the river.

Waiting in the distance, the lost hope, where to find it, destined to wander alone. The flowing river and forgotten memories will also gather here. The warm harbor in my arms hides your burning loneliness, leaving only the smile on my face in my dreams. Your thoughts filled my whole summer.

The love of the first century, the snow lotus on the iceberg.

Meet, know each other, fall in love, the promised love has no time limit. The love that has been sung throughout the ages is only a legend. As spring comes and winter fades away from the world of mortals, love is like weeds all over the mountain, vigorous and vigorous, but the delicate body cannot withstand the slightest breeze. The sound of love joining together forms a mournful flood in the belly of cattle and sheep. Love that lasted for a season fell apart one after another in the autumn slaughter.

The love of the first century is so far away. The snow lotus on the Tianshan Mountains blooms for a season. It does not follow the vast spring tide. It is pure and pure, proud and rugged, standing alone in the wind and snow, like an arrogant elf. Don't envy the mortal world, don't admire the secular world, absorb the unparalleled elegance, and offer the delicate body of thousands of cold people. In the ice and snow, you are in the wind, just watching.

The Tibetan bells rang and the prayer flags danced. I stood stubbornly in the wind, with my hands pointing to the sky. The dark wind took away the snow again and again. The faint starlight, the quiet night, and the snow lotus on the iceberg are blooming again, creating the love of a century.

The fleeting memories, the reversed life experience, the silent tears falling to the ground and blooming, the snow-covered plateau, and the rolling love in the world of mortals cannot be filled with the holiness of this ice and snow.

The love of a lifetime, the snow lotus on the iceberg, overflows with the secret fragrance of the world of mortals. Love in this world cannot climb up to this pure and pure blue sky.

The snow lotus on the iceberg, the love of a lifetime, who is for whom, the wind is gorgeous. Tears turned into pearls, and the tyrannical cold wind tore at the delicate body, making it unstable. Who are you still holding on to?

Watching the silent loneliness, the love that has been frozen for a lifetime, has not melted, and my heart is trembling. Who is calling from afar? The hatred that surges up is unforgettable, no matter how stormy and snowy the night is. I can't blow away my love that has been frozen for a lifetime.

The ice and snow under your feet melt silently. Whose love has begun another century?

A touch of sadness, who spreads his thoughts flying in the wind.

Breezy April is the most beautiful time, with soft wind, soft rain, soft light, and spring breeze showing off the vitality of youth.

The peaceful sunshine hangs on the branches, but sadness begins to spread. The youth destined to be lost is no longer stopping, and your tearing is so powerless.

The car driving away takes away your reluctant eyes, the tears falling from the corners of your eyes, no one will wipe them anymore, the car's horn, the wailing in the dark night. Love is heading in that direction. A touch of sadness, the slanting sunset, the sad sky, the longing in the wind moistened my eyes. After thousands of sails passed, I shed tears in the sunset.

The lights are on again, and when I turn around the street corner, the loneliness left behind, the intoxicating wine, who will drink with me? In this lifetime of reincarnation, how many encounters do we still have?

The song of farewell resounded in the silent fields, and the broken kite propped up a deep blue sky.

The tenderness surrounding your fingertips cannot match your tearful smile. The transparent longing fills the entire sky. The light sadness is the eternal past.

The rain fell so softly that it fell on the face, and the tears fell silently. At dusk, I used my lonely mood to describe the noisy city, with faint thoughts floating in the wind. Who conveyed the sadness in this quiet night?

When I am alone, I miss you too much. I can survive the loneliness, and happiness blooms in the wind and rain.