Love is Like spring rain

Love is Like spring rain Brother, do you still remember my brother’s promise to my sister! Why don’t you remember? My sister never asks for my brother. It is not that my brother told my sister that you must send pictures to report what you eat for three meals a day! Is the picture sent now just brother, your lunch today? Yes, stewed braised pork in red potato, cauliflower, bean sprouts. Very rich! I made lunch, brother! Naughty Pictures This is my sister’s lunch today! Yeah! A bowl of millet sweet potato porridge, a plate of shrimp, a turnip! Tidy up the kitchen, you can accompany you for a while, snow! Very full! Ghost Face picture Yeah! Just had lunch! Snow I have three classes in the afternoon! What classes do you have in the afternoon? I have five classes in the afternoon, starting from two o’clock to six o’clock! You have two more classes than me, hard work! My brother has a day’s class, which is even harder! Don’t study late today! No, remember we started walking at 7 o’clock tonight, brother! I only have six classes a day! Yeah! I get off work at six o’clock and go for a walk at seven o’clock? Can my brother finish the meal at seven? Today, I will start my class at 1: 00 and finish my work at 03:40. It’s OK! That brother got off work very early! Most primary schools are like this! Class will be held in 20 minutes. A safety class, that is, to concentrate the students in the classroom and turn on the TV to show them! That’s okay! Brother….. From seven to eight in the evening, take a walk for an hour! Brother can take as many steps as he can today. At least I have to catch up with my sister! Naughty Pictures Well, don’t force yourself! Otherwise, you have left 7000, and I have only left 5000, which will be laughed at by passers-! Yeah! Why do you care what others think, right? Brother! You walked more than 7,000 in less than an hour that day! Life is my own life, but I still can’t lag behind you too much! That’s because I usually exercise! Mm-hmm! Brother…… Yeah! Ready for class! Snow…… Yes! That brother has class, I will take a lunch break! Yeah! Go to work later! OK! Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon… Enter June In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… The confusion of summer night I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool… Love story Lover dies, lover…

Spring breeze shaking hibiscus flower

Prose Spring breeze swaying hibiscus flower Woodcutter The instructor informed me that the new educated youth would come tomorrow afternoon, so you wouldn’t have to work. Welcome them and arrange accommodation for them. During the waiting time, I was lying in bed watching the Song of Youth. After hearing the rumbling sound of cars and horns, a military vehicle stopped at the door of our educated youth yard. “Come on, give it to me.” An educated youth in the car handed me her grass-green Army pack, then jumped out of the car, carrying a red and white cord net pocket with her toiletries in her pocket, following me. When I entered the dormitory, I put my backpack on the heated kang prepared for them first. “You can choose a place by yourself. It’s better to be inside, warm inside, window outside, cold in winter.” I said. OK, thank you.” I looked at her. I didn’t say anything, and I couldn’t find what to say. At cactus lamp, educated youth entered the boys’ dormitory one after another. After seeing the arrival of the staff, the instructor began to introduce the situation of the new and old educated young one by one. “Liu Zihan.” She stood up from the bench, and the two long braids were thrown from the shoulder to both sides of her cheek, just on the two pockets of her coat, grass green military uniform sets off, especially beautiful. At this time, I looked at her carefully and remembered this beautiful name. Zihan? Zihui? Or Zihan? I listed several such names. Zi is catalpa, which is a kind of deciduous tree, and the use of Mulberry and Zi refers to his hometown. What about it? Is it included but not exposed? It should be purple! Purple —— the synthetic color of blue and red, purple is coming to the east, purple is not a blessing! More Ming Zhang Fengyi “the story of Guanyuan · The History of planning and investing”: “The Sunset Mountain is purple, and the flowing water surrounds the lonely village.” What a beautiful artistic conception; Han is connotation and implication. I like it, you see how many youth passwords are contained in her curling posture! When she came back from work, she would lean spade against the wall at the door and lift an iron bucket to fetch water from the well outside the yard. I poured the water I just shot into her bucket, to help her mention it, she said no. Watching her cross her steps, she changed her posture left and right, then stopped by the hisbiscus tree at her door, washed her hands, washed her face, soap, rubbed towels, washed clothes, and picked up the water in the basin, with his hands raised, he threw it out. The hisbiscus tree blocked my sight. Her figure appeared behind the hisbiscus tree, and a military uniform melted into the green of the hisbiscus tree, two small braids hanging on the chest were placed in green. The young and beautiful face was seen from the gap of hisbiscus trees, into my eyes and into my heart. A spring breeze blowing, hanging on the branches of the blooming hibiscus flower under the spring breeze blowing, gently, slowly for a while to the left, for a while to the right constantly swing. The spring breeze is like a hand stretched out of the blue sky, bending the branches of hisbiscus trees, bending the green leaves of hisbiscus trees, bending the flowers of hisbiscus trees to give me an inch of space, through the gap, I saw her beautiful face and her curling posture, her eyes and braids hanging on her chest. Look at those hibiscus flower flowers, which are slanted by the wind and bright by the spring light, one, two, three…… Against her face, against her chest, Sticking to her long hair is like growing on her, blooming for her and bright for her. Every time I secretly look at her like this. She must have found that time, and our eyes met there in the gap between hibiscus flower. This is the first time. This time she lowered her head and still wiped her face, as if she didn’t care that I was looking at her. When Hibiscus Flower shook it again, she found me looking at her again and saw her smiling at me lightly. I was very embarrassed that time. I am confident in my control at ordinary times, but this time I will definitely fail. I guess she can laugh at me in her heart. Laughing at me? Laugh at Me! I see flowers, I see that hibiscus flower tree? When I went back to the house to read the Song of Youth, the window creaked, and it was the spring breeze gently pushing it. At this moment, I saw the shadow of Silver Birch in the yard from the window, one by one straight into the sky, like a harp, playing for spring. I walked over and wanted to cover the window. The shadow of hibiscus flower broke into my eyes. I adjusted to a suitable position and fixed the window with stones. I was lying on the bed reading books, when she approached the hibiscus flower tree, I could also see her figure from the window shadow, watch her hair dancing in the wind, and watch her graceful figure when she bent down to wash. When the shadow disappeared, he leaned a chair against the earth wall of the dormitory and tilted towards the hibiscus flower tree. Although she could not see her face, she still saw her graceful posture when washing. In summer, a white background with blue print shirt and the grass green army pants wrapped her body tightly, curled up, graceful and beautiful. Summer is a stage for women, and the charm and enchanting of women will be performed on this stage to their heart’s content and expression to their heart’s content, allowing men to daydream. Later, I saw a propaganda poster in the Brigade Supply and Marketing Agency: white shirt, green army pants, long braid. It looks like her summer. I bought it and pasted it on the wall of the dormitory so that I could see her every day. Jinqiu Lake always swung with its vast smoke waves, which were not shocking and full of layers. One day I happened to find a hibiscus flower tree by the lake, so every time I went to work, I volunteered to work in the field growing hibiscus flower, although the land was far away from the village, you have to get up early and go back late without a bike. During the Labor interval, he ran to the hibiscus flower and took out the thick steamed bread with green Chinese onion twittering. After eating, one lay on his back in the shade of hibiscus flower, and then looked at the green leaves in the fields emerging under the sunshine; Look at the leaves spreading to the edge of the leaves; look at its graceful branches and flowers blooming towards the sky one after another. At this time, the wind rising from the lake slowly blew, the branches were shaking in the spring breeze with flowers, and the sunshine in spring shone on me through the gaps of leaves and my eyes. I closed my eyes, thinking about her, thinking about the hibiscus flower tree in the zhiqing yard. Is she still washing by the hibiscus flower? Is the flower as tall as her still covering her face and will it fall under the shaking of spring breeze? Will she give me a shallow smile when she finds me peeking at her? It was my turn to be a chef that month “. She came up with a light red thermos bottle, took the thermos bottle in her hand, scooped it down ladle, lifted it up, and a long waterline flowed into her thermos bottle. She held her thermos bottle hands and slender fingers, like tender Petunia vines climbing on the thriving hisbiscus tree. I held my breath in fear of dropping water into her hands. I adjusted the originally fine water flow to be thinner. I used this method to prolong the time, I don’t want her to leave. I like to see her white and tender hands and the breath out there, and I want her breath to be around me all the time. That year, I hired a job to go back to the city and left. She walked into the dormitory and handed me a light green plastic leather diary, and left with a smile. My heart jumped mashed potato. I don’t know what she wrote in it. Maybe she didn’t write anything, maybe she wrote a lot. But I didn’t have the courage, let alone the confidence to open it and simply put it in the satchel. Tossing and turning at night can not fall asleep, always can not do without that diary. I know that some things can be imagined, which is expected; And some things can not be imagined out of thin air, but it did happen, which is unexpected. This “middle” and “outside” disturbed my mood. The first is Affirmation! Then there is denial, desire but not. The next day, we gathered in the commune compound, waiting for the vehicle of the recruitment unit to pick us up. She came over and couldn’t remember what we said. Then we walked out along the road at the gate of the commune. This time she used the name in the diary, which was the first time she called it since we met each other. That kind of kindness made me scared and flattered, and the beating heart of mashed potato was about to fall out. Although I was prepared for this name after reading the diary, it was different at the moment. It was not on paper. The name came from her heart, then rushed out of her throat and hung on her thin cherry-like lips. She was beside me, and the fragrance on her body came out, through the cold wind, Through the winter cotton, I entered my heart and immersed in my heart. I looked up and looked at her. She was as tall as I expected, half a head higher than me. At this time, I found out what kind of mistake the previous judgment was? That hibiscus flower must have cheated me! When she stood before the hibiscus flower tree as tall as her, I had a judgment. I measured the hibiscus flower tree, but the result was still wrong. I glanced at her face, very similar! Every time she walked to the hibiscus flower tree, her face and the first hibiscus flower tree had such a perfect fit. The outline of the lower end of the flower is curved, and the slightly pointed flower bottom is embedded into the green flower holder, like her, the round-faced and slightly pointed chin Barto was in the collar of the grass green military uniform. The color is red, but it is not as red as roses, nor as bright as peony flowers, nor as red as Azalea flowers all over the mountains. Its red is light, light, tender and shallow, and it is red through white; It is a kind of red that does not show off, is not shocking, is neither old nor naive; it is red upward, red vigorous, red soft, Red is so popular. Red is in her 17-year-old youth. The moment I looked up at her, I met her smiling eyes. I liked her eyes. She once passed them to me through the gap of that hibiscus flower tree and was always collected by me, and grow into a kind of fantasy, a kind of lovesickness, a kind of unrequited love, a kind of memory that cannot be erased, and become the wealth in my life. But now, this smile is right in front of me, burning into my heart. This smile is warmer and kinder than the smile behind hibiscus flower, soft and long. Take a second glance at her eyes, which are always hidden behind the hibiscus flower and make me unable to see clearly. I have guessed countless times, what does it look like? Like Hibiscus flower stamens? Like the deep sky in autumn? Like the SUNFLOWER just blooming? Like those rolling Phoneix eye on the relief. Still like…… They are all like but not like! Stacked, layer after layer, every blink, there is light shining from there. For the first time, I was so close to a woman, a woman with youthful breath. Her breath radiates, her voice is so close and her eyes are so kind that I feel gratified and satisfied. If, do I need if? Ask yourself, and keep asking yourself in the following years. That’s enough. In this unexpected encounter, in this fruitless connection. Anyway, I am both a winner and a Harvester! Because she planted YILI seeds called missing in my heart, which made me use my whole life to harvest its fruits. I have been thinking wildly in her kind address, thinking stupidly. As for what I said at that time? I can’t remember clearly. If there is any obstruction to her in what I said or what I expressed or what I failed to express, please ask her to forgive me! We are separated from each other. The real road is far away! When I arrived at the unit, a hisbiscus tree was short, far away in the flower bed in front of my office. It is short because it needs sunshine and rain to moisten it soon after transplanting, and then it will thrive in the training of wind and rain. It was far away because she was still in the countryside and still washed her clothes under the hibiscus flower tree in the educated youth yard. I often stand at the window and look at this hisbiscus tree intently. My colleague said that you stand here and look at it every day. What are you looking? When I said I didn’t see anything, I felt that standing here was open-minded and inspired to write articles. Once the leader arranged me to write a communication. I wrote it and tore it. My colleague said that you ‘d better come to my side and look out the window and write it. We changed the desk, and we could see the hisbiscus tree when sitting in this position. Under the shower of spring breeze and rain, the hibiscus flower tree opened. I counted three flowers in total. The flowers were a little less. It was the first bud of the first year. The flowers were tender and short, the pattern is not big, and the petals are not big. I believe that it will bloom more flowers next spring, which is the same as the hibiscus flower tree in the educated youth yard, with red white lining and fragrant fragrance. I have seen this hibiscus flower, and it has grown more than a foot in just a few months, but it is still a little shorter than the hibiscus flower tree in the educated youth yard. The next year, as expected. This Hibiscus flower is open in a brilliant way, Surrounded by clusters, one is brighter than one, and one is softer than one. I didn’t count its flowers or measure its height, but I can definitely say that it has grown up and grown tall. He grew up to be the 17-year-old girl in zhiqingdian. The spring breeze blows over, shaking its branches and shaking its flowers. But at this time, I couldn’t see her faint figure, her grass-green military uniform and the face held up by the military uniform; I couldn’t see the Red Hands like Tang Wan and the black hair flying in the spring wind. Therefore, I no longer hope that this hibiscus flower will be shaken by the spring breeze, and I want it to stand there quietly. When it is quiet, my mind will not be disturbed or disordered, so I can think hard about my mind, think about those past years, and think about the hibiscus flower shaken by the spring breeze in the educated youth yard. Is she okay there? Thinking and thinking, I saw a young girl with long hair and tall man passing by the hibiscus flower tree in a trance. Unfortunately, I couldn’t see her face and her figure clearly. At this time, I gave birth to some hope, calling the spring breeze to shake its flowers and branches, I want to see her face and her figure from its shaking gap. Is it the 17-year-old girl from zhiqingdian who came to my eyes? Unfortunately, the spring breeze didn’t blow, and it didn’t listen to my call at all. Spring breeze has lost its spirituality, and this hibiscus flower has also lost its spirituality. But the sun came out, and it emerged from the direction of zhiqingdian, As soon as it came out, it shone warmly on this cluster of blooming hibiscus flower. A butterfly flew over and stood on the leaves. Isn’t butterfly the most fond of flowers? Why does it stand on the tip of the leaf? Is that “love of butterfly”, which was sung forever, just a compilation of literati? I am swinging at the edge of affirmatives and negatives. Suddenly, I saw a bee flying empty from the highest hisbiscus flower, humming towards the distance. And the Butterfly also rolled up its wings and flew towards the flower, standing on the petals. I understand that butterflies must have seen the existence of bees, so they stood on the leaves and waited. The work of insects is orderly, and they are unconsciously following the laws and conventions of nature. However, for the hibiscus flower in front of me, for the hibiscus flower in the zhiqing point, and for the hibiscus flower along the golden autumn lake, are there a little less rationality and a little more affection, so I have a lot of feelings and preferences, so as to ignore the same blooming winter jasmine, June snow and cottonrose hibiscus in the flower bed. Similarly, for her smile, for her address, for the diary she sent, for her graceful posture, whether she was a little more stubborn and obsessed, that’s why I’m so confused and sad. Should I follow the butterfly standing on the lace? Summer went away, and autumn then stepped into the threshold. The hibiscus flower tree faded, and the gardener was removing it with Spade. I hurried to ask, they said the leader asked to dig it, and I asked them to wait, don’t dig it first. Go back to the office and grab a phone call to ask, there explained that the flower bed will be changed to lawn, I raised my voice in a gaffe and accused them of wasting. One day, two days, three days passed, and the hibiscus flower tree still stood there. I thought my phone played a role. But the hibiscus flower tree disappeared after going to work on Monday. I published an essay in The Journal, and I named it “the love of Jinqiu Lake”. In the article, I also wrote about hibiscus flower and those vague relationships. My colleague was very serious and asked me if it was true? I laughed but didn’t answer. If I didn’t answer, I would deny it! If there is one thing, it is unrequited love. Is it wrong to have a secret love? Later, I learned that she hired a job to go back to the county. Every time she passed by the county, I looked out of the window. I was familiar with the location of her factory. When she was educated, I went there with fellow villagers large handcart. The most annoying thing is the ice flowers that condenses on the window in winter. It blocks my sight and ends up after wiping. But can she show up? Does she know that I passed by her? As soon as the car entered the county, he raised his head from a distance and couldn’t take his eyes off. He first found the direction of the factory. When he approached, he looked at its gate to see if she was in the flow of people who went to work and got off work, once, from hope to disappointment, and looking forward to hope with hope. I know clearly that this is an end that has no chance, but I would rather think like this. If I do this, I will not regret or give up. The prose “looking forward to meeting” can testify for me. In fact, it is very easy to find her, because our parents live in a military compound, and we go home for the Spring Festival every year. But I’m afraid, I feel inferior. She doesn’t belong to me, she belongs to the people who love her and the people she loves. It belongs to the person who can give her happiness, give her peace of life, make the lake of her life wave, and accord with family equivalence and external conditions equivalence. However, that person had already waited for her thousands of miles away from her journey, waiting for her and protecting her. This is my most rational and wise thinking and choice. I must follow this rule and stick to this tacit understanding, just like that butterfly and that bee, otherwise, the seed she planted in my heart will not bear fruit and I will get nothing. More than 20 years later, a phone call came over. She reported her name and asked me if I still knew her. I was hypocritical and prevaricated. We talked for a long time, from work to life, from parents to children, and from many interesting things about knowing young people, we talked about our childish and ridiculous. Since then, we have been in constant contact. I always greet her at the first time every holiday. I carefully looked for and chose the words of greeting for fear of hurting her, for fear that the words could not reach the meaning and for fear that the meaning of words could cross the boundary. It was not my wish to be too exaggerated or too melodramatic. Finally, I chose two very appropriate words. I think these two words are sincere and sincere. It is profound and plain, rich and clear, concise and comprehensive, and sincere. Yes, I have always wished to bless her sincerely. Until death, the end of the world. She invited me to play with her many times. I’m afraid, if I go, how can I face her? I am that kind of sheepishly man, I loved her, so the blush on my face couldn’t fool her, and my accelerated heartbeat couldn’t hide it from me, which would make me very embarrassed. There is a lyrics: “seeing each other is better than missing.” Make the best footnotes for me. At that time when we chatted, I tried to ask for a photo of her. I said that the family photo of zhiqingdian was lost, If I didn’t recognize her when I met her, she immediately sent me a picture of her 17-year-old. I was flattered. This is the first time I got her photo. It is still 17 years old. It is the age of knowing young people. It looks like a woman, with graceful Tingting and smiling at me. I carefully copied it and archived it everywhere, one into the cloud disk album; One into the cloud disk document; One into the backup document; One on the desktop. The two copies of the cloud disk can be easily downloaded to see her no matter where I go. This Spring Festival, she sent me a blessing early. Click to see a series of blessings unfold again and again. The Beautiful and blooming picture is overwhelming, and then the background music flows out gently: “My happiness is thinking of you, my happiness is thinking of you.” Singer Chen Yassen chanted repeatedly, interlinked with each other, one layer after another, a while higher than a while, no matter what, led me to the climax of the event. Did he write about me? Is he singing me? Does she know that I am thinking about her and send this song to me? I asked myself. I don’t know whether the author Niu Ge has had the same experience and experience as me, nor do I know whether the singer Chen Yassen has had the same unrequited love and anxiety as me. But he wrote it, he sang it. He wrote my heart, and he sang my heart. “My happiness is missing you, my happiness is missing you. Sitting in front of the window and reading the diary, the lines are full of you. 1.1 drops of unforgettable memories of the romantic past are imprinted in my heart.” The song came again. The money was in my ears and heart, and my eyes were wet: my happiness was missing you! Brushed away the dust on the diary she gave me and looked through the pages. Does she still remember the friendly name in this diary and diary? Do you still remember the path at the gate of the commune? Do you still remember the hibiscus flower tree swaying in the spring breeze and the smile behind the hibiscus flower tree? After a few sleepless nights, I think I should finish the past. Secret love or unrequited love. So I picked up the pen and wrote these words, sorted out the messy mood for decades, summarized and judged those isolated speculations, and removed them from falsehood. The sustenance of this sustenance should be put down. The end is not the end, it is the repair of emotions and the renewal of thoughts. After that, stand at a new height and look back at the past, look forward to the future, grow up in a complicated world, and mature in the vicissitudes of the world. Then carry these growth and maturity to face her. In that way, the seed she planted into my heart is not just my own harvest, but my common harvest. If possible, I will send these words to her and let her also read them. I also want to tell her: as long as life continues, missing will not end. Zan (prose editor: Ke Er) Phoenix mountain spring outing After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon… Enter June In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… The confusion of summer night I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool… Love story Lover dies, lover…

Heart sea bunch (3)

Heart sea bunch (3) In the vast sea of people Not Demanding I don’t expect it Just for the old moon OK A moment of romance days old Don’t want There is love in the world After all, I don’t want The only thing in this life is Qixi Annual Queqiao meeting Poetic Even this poetic love Just like light and tasteless boiled water But for me Light Poetic Life How many See, it’s a colorful marriage life. Dare not match Light poetic Although it is mixed How many Beautiful pain Beautiful pain Added again How many Light poetic But such a life Is helpless Still Ill-Fated Mood Five-flavor mixed Chen I don’t know The self of this life Did it come true? Teenagers don’t know the taste of sorrow Fall in love with the floor Fall in love with the floor Be worried about Fu Xinshi Now I know what I’m worried about Yuyu is still off Yuyu is still off It’s a cool autumn Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon… Enter June In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… The confusion of summer night I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool… Love story Lover dies, lover…

I can resist the temptation and loneliness for you, but please love me!

Yesterday, I read an article saying that the root cause of cheating for middle-aged women can be summarized in four words as “seeking warmth”. Nowadays, there are too many social temptations and many ways. Some couples begin to find their shortcomings because they have lived together for a long time. Even the advantages of being together have become shortcomings after marriage, that is, they are tired of two physiognomy. Over time, the home has become no warmth and no temperature. Recently, I have been reading posts about divorce. Maybe it is the reason why I am in a bad mood recently. I always want to find a reason for myself or the other party. To persuade yourself of this bad mentality. As a result, I dreamed that I was divorced at night. We are surrounded by different people. We have no reason to interfere with each other. But I couldn’t help pulling her away when I saw the woman beside him. And he didn’t respond. I expect him to give me an explanation or bow to me, but I know in my heart that he won’t. How could a man so proud of him bow to me? We have been married for 7 years, and we have been together for several months. I am a relatively mild person, but he is not very good-tempered and often says me. Although I feel uncomfortable, I just endure not to quarrel like this. Maybe people are like this. Push your luck. It slowly formed that he had always been high and I became a servile living condition. I must listen to what he said. If I don’t listen to him, he will be angry, and he never listens to what I said. Right or wrong. And I found that his Taido was only aimed at me. He would not speak to his colleagues or friends in this tone. I feel that I am nothing in his eyes. I don’t know why I fell to this point, and I don’t even understand why I am all shortcomings in his eyes. Maybe because I am not good at cooking, he doesn’t like it when I cook, and he will lose his temper if it is not delicious. Eating the food he cooked is like owed to him. Every time he cooks, I wash the dishes. I think it is fair. I have my own job, and money doesn’t need to be attached to him. It’s not that you don’t want to rely on it, but that you don’t want to rely on it. I have spent no more than 5,000 yuan in all these years of marriage. At first, I asked him for money and he didn’t give it. Then he didn’t want it. I also have my self-esteem and pride, don’t I? It feels like begging to ask others for money. It’s okay if they don’t give it, isn’t it shameful? Even when he was pregnant and gave birth, he didn’t give me much money. I used the money I got married before. Later, when my child was older, I went out to work by myself. Not to mention anything else, just say that my personality is also recognized by colleagues in the company. Good personality and careful work. But when I got to my husband, I became a fool. Idiot. I admit that I am not as scheming as he is. My flattery is that good people have good rewards. I don’t want to play tricks with others. It is even more unnecessary to be with your husband. And I am also a person who can’t hide words. I want to share it with others regardless of my mood. That person is naturally his husband. But later I found that I was wrong. Because most of the time he will take what I told him before as an argument and prove that I am stupid and stupid. I wanted to seek some comfort from him, but I didn’t expect him to be used as a weapon to attack me. And he seldom told me about things. Only then did I realize that I didn’t know him. Some people say that a person’s money is where his heart is. He is a person who values money very much. His money will not be given to me, even he will not tell me how much money he has. I asked him for a salary card. He gave me an empty card and didn’t tell me the password. Married him for 7 years. Gave birth to a son of 6 years old. In the end, I didn’t even change a word of truth. It’s really chilling. That time I said to him with tears and grievance, he just said a faint sentence and felt very wronged, didn’t he? I said yes. Just, nothing. I still remember that before I got married, I frowned and he would help me heal with pain, but now I cried. In exchange for only a faint sentence. How cold is his heart to do so calmly? I said you didn’t tell me I was insecure. He said he told me that he was insecure. So he chose to let me continue to have no sense of safety and continue to be wronged. From that moment I made up my mind that I would never cry in front of him again. Why should people be regarded as jokes? I still remember what he said. How do you like it? Yes, what can I do? What else can I do besides leaving? I said divorce and he said I threatened him. But why didn’t he think about why I threatened him? Didn’t he force it? Seeing that many people are very obedient to their husbands, in fact, the premise of obedience is that he loves and cares about you. What can you do if this love and care are gone? What else can I do? I hope I am with you because I love you and because you love me. The reason why I can stop the temptation is that you have a heavy position in my heart. I hope you also value me. Marriage belongs to two people. He may not understand how a woman feels insecure in marriage. I can only say that I won’t say anything to you like before, and I dare not try to communicate with you again. Because it is uncertain whether the heart handed in will be protected or hurt. Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon… Enter June In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… The confusion of summer night I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool… Love story Lover dies, lover…

Interpretation (25)

Interpretation (25) The rest of life is still very long I will spend my whole life Thank you for this Beautiful meeting With the best you Meet well It is enough Thanks for fate At our best age I have met each other Remember the way you smile Gentle speech I have met you in my life It is enough Life has passed Most of the years For the rest of your life There are few left In emotion During the period of falling to the bottom Thank you very much for your fate Let each other meet By heart The moment of meeting Unspeakable mood Are afraid of each other A section of dust and a section of injury Or this emotional winter Both desire for each other A comfort warm heart Get out of the fog Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon… Enter June In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… The confusion of summer night I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool… Love story Lover dies, lover…

Hong Kong love short story C35 (Sun Enli)

Milan, Italy. Yilian has a day off after interviewing Fashion Festival. When the Chinese buffet near the railway station was chewed: She saw the beautiful and shining man sitting beside her at the fashion show. He laughed at her eating state. …….. She rushed to the next scenic spot-Milan Central railway station Stazione Centrale. There are marble railway stations everywhere, with arch ceilings and walls full of sculptures. Every time I catch a car, I sigh and have no time to appreciate it. Her sight fell from smallpox, but she stopped on his face again. He was also a little surprised that someone was just like him; Instead of hanging around in the famous painting “The Last Supper”, he chose here. Everyone smiled relatively, so many coincidences; It was a bit unnatural not to start to know each other. “Are you engaged in fashion industry?” He asked her, speaking English. “Which Chinese are you?” She couldn’t help asking him. “Koreans who grew up in the United States.” That American English actually made him show the bottom. …….. Casually go together. Talking about movies and music, it’s hard to be happy in life, forced to please other people’s helplessness, and the dialogue in the heart. He was handsome beside her. Constantly attract passers-by’s eyes. After dinner, he took her to a Bvlgari hotel which looked like an ancient courtyard. He/she will leave tomorrow. He stayed beside her and felt at ease as a stranger. Peeping at her again and again. The care of keeping her shadow in the eyes was also beyond his imagination. After several times of hesitation. Coffee?” He invited. They are adults, and they will not understand the next step of drinking coffee in his room. She looked up. His light brown eyes are matched with healthy skin color, giving off irresistible charm. She thought for a long time. Next time.” The two worlds that should not meet, under the permission of fate, only warm each other in a cool autumn day. His eyes turned red. Thought for a while. He boldly pulled her closer. Use the body temperature of the hug to tell the heart that you don’t understand. Should not meet. There will be no luck……. * * * * * * Meet her boyfriend Zhiming at the airport. “Do you miss me!” He patted her hard on the shoulder. My girlfriend is so beautiful …. is there an Italian!” “No.” She told the truth… he is Korean. Sitting on his seven-seat holiday-spending car, her familiar sense of security rose leisurely. Milan. His shadow was transferred to the bottom of his heart. She is a magazine editor. When I first saw him at the fashion show, I already knew this new star who was emerging in South Korea- Jin Haozhi, who was invited by the designer to sit in the eye-catching position. However……. She lowered her head and pulled up her boyfriend’s hand. She has been immersed in plain love, I really can’t afford to play such a game……. Meet Sun Enli. petit story . C35 Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon… Enter June In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… The confusion of summer night I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool… Love story Lover dies, lover…

Green dream

Green dream did you see the moon yesterday? Have you seen the unusually bright Venus beside the moon? Yesterday I had a dream, a dream about you and a green dream. There is no change of four seasons in the dream, and there is only spring in the dream. In the dream, we return to the time when we only play. Everything in the dream is closed. I will give up first when I quarrel. I will never be angry with you. I will try to like everything about you. I can give you everything you want. You will never be sad, and you will never cry. I can stay by your side all the time, no difference, no distance. The Sun, the star and the moon all listen to our command. If you want to sleep, call XINGX and the moon. If you want to enjoy the warmth of blocking light, call out the sun. You will really enjoy the rain, and we will play in the rain. If you like snow but don’t like winter, then let the snow fall in spring. You are always willful, and your wayward appearance makes me more infatuated with you. Close your eyes and the wind is full of your fresh breath. You always look beautiful. The green dream is just a dream. An impossible dream. We are separated from each other, and we have never started one by one. We didn’t meet, we only lost. Quarrels also hurt each other before giving up. I have never caught up with you, you always come and go in a hurry. But I often walked into my heart, but I was imprisoned by memory. Unable to find the next destination. Walk in a strange city without you. Every corner, every turn back, hope to meet you. But I clearly know that you can’t appear there. I can’t feel your happiness and sadness again. Your Willfulness can only be in my memory. I like the rain, because I used to walk in the rain with you. Retreat and still like, how I wish they would leave me. I can summon up courage to say that I love you in a beautiful morning. You are still very beautiful in those memories of those memorable days. In the green dream, you are smiling at me in the bright sunshine, and I am trying to run towards you. Let go of your thoughts, although you are still walking alone. Miss the Sky or miss the rainbow in the sky. Miss the green dream or miss you in the green dream. I can’t tell myself. Put it down, I constantly deceive myself. Only in the starry night, I can’t deceive myself. I have been constantly pursuing you, your figure and footprints. Every cross street, every green dream. Looking forward to the new dawn every day and the future of yourself. Looking at the clouds floating away outside the window, thinking about you in the distance. There is nothing I can do. Because you will find someone who can accompany you. You will be sad, you will cry. The Wind in the north and the rain in the South cannot understand you. Your willfulness, your beauty. Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon… Enter June In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… The confusion of summer night I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool… Love story Lover dies, lover…