A brief memory of lyric prose

This gentle and moist heart has calmed down with the arrival of night. The name that was once engraved on the top of the heart is familiar and unfamiliar. At this moment, it has flashed through my mind inadvertently, lingering in my heart persistently, except for the lingering thoughts and little promises, just like the stars outside the window, flashing a quiet light; Also like that round of silver moon, it exudes bright youth.

Sometimes, I think of such a person unintentionally and occasionally, tangled with my thoughts, not so happy, but not so sad, just thinking, thinking, remembering, remembering and lingering. Fall in love for a person, miss for a person, be happy for a person, smile for a person, and be beautiful. That's it, quietly and faintly dizzy the tender night.

Missing is like a flood, bursting out in the deepest part of this season, with soft thoughts, warm thoughts, deep thoughts and faint memories. In fact, you have been living in my heart, as fresh as ever. At this moment, I can't control my crazy missing, just like a sword, which hit my heart accurately. The shallow injury, with the smell of blood, rippled my eyes.

do you remember? On that day several years ago, the footsteps of parting were about to break through the dusk. We walked hand in hand in the sunset, and the afterglow lengthened your figure and mine. Standing under that big laurel tree, you hold my thin body tight. Our shadows are superimposed on each other, and there is a kind of confusing charm, which is caused by the * * * sound of love stirring the soul and difficult to control.

"Baby, you are so beautiful." You say so. You lower your head and smell the fragrance in my hair, which is a fragrance of mint and lily, faint, pure and flawless. You gently stir up my hair, gently rub it with your face, your eyes gradually become blurred, and the smile on your mouth is sweet and satisfying. Love can make a person's face beautiful enough, and also make a person's heart gentle enough.

"Dear, I will miss you, very much, very much." If it weren't for my going away to work, if you didn't stay in the same place, if the passage of time didn't change our mood, if the ruthlessness of time didn't wear away our vows, then the story between us might not become an eternal pain with this parting.

"Baby, I will miss you, too, very much, very much." You kissed my lips and whispered, which is a vow of eternal love. I listen, drunk, drunk in your sweet words, drunk in this clear moonlight, drunk in this warm breeze, drunk in this unresolved sadness, drunk in this warm atmosphere of love.

In fact, I really want to tell you that the future is too far away, and it will always be too long. If we get along well with each other, it will be sunny, and even if we live in peace, it will be a kind of happiness. Sending a sincere miss and blessing from afar is also a kind of happiness for each other. But I didn't say that two people who are deeply in love are eager to love each other forever, to love each other forever, and to love each other in the dark. It is frustrating and heartbreaking to say that.

When I stepped on the train bound for a foreign land, I saw you waving and running with the train on the platform through the window. At that moment, tears burst and flooded me. I buried my face in my palm and let the tears drip on the floor of the carriage through my fingers, splashing a vague circle, enclosing my helplessness and your disappointment. Today, many years later, I still believe that we loved each other, and we loved each other deeply.

The reality is so realistic and cruel that people who love each other again can't resist the strangeness brought by distance. Two years later, when we meet again, I am saddened to find that we can't compete with reality and time. No one betrays anyone, and no one is sorry for anyone. We naturally let go of each other's hands, without a word of retention or farewell. We turned away with tears in that autumn with colorful leaves, and you didn't cry.

After leaving you, for a long time, I stubbornly lived in my own world, closed my heart, and didn't easily open one, even if it was only a tiny crack. I was afraid that the years would be ruthless and hurt my weak heart again. I'm also afraid that once the door of my heart is opened, I will recall all kinds of things that happened between you and me. Those memories-sweet, sad, warm and indifferent-are indelible injuries in my life and hurt at the touch.

However, time is great after all. Now, I can relax the past and untie my heart. At last, I am no longer entangled in each other's past. I let go of you, memories, the past and myself. Once you put it down, you feel at ease. I can finally walk out of my world with a smile and feel the spring flowers.

One day, I received your short message: Baby, I suddenly thought of you, the autumn with colorful leaves, the helplessness when you turned around, and the helplessness when I turned around. At this moment, I suddenly missed you and the love we had.

I smiled and pressed the key: Dear, today, many years later, I will still occasionally think of our past. However, time is no longer coming, and we have become an eternal past. Let it exist faintly in my heart. Cherish the present happiness and grasp the present life. If you are well, it will be clear.

Delete your message with a smile, and silently say to yourself: Time is like water, always silent, and if you are well, it will be a clear sky.

when we were young, maybe each of us once loved someone deeply. Love that is too young can't stand the impact of wind and rain, the invasion of time and the polishing of time. After parting, there will be a bright wound in each other's hearts, which is faint and occasionally painful, but in another way to remember the past, let the past quietly hide in the memory and have a shallow aftertaste.

loved, never denied, never regretted, never resented; Loved, remembered, grateful and treasured. Laugh off the past; Grasp the happiness in your palm and be persistent and firm. I hope you are, and so am I.