Once the fish said to the water: you can’t feel my sadness, because I am in the water. Water once said to fish: I can feel your sadness, because you are in my heart. Once I fell in the story of deep love between fish and water. ——-Inscription

Gently click on the long-lost log and watch the things and thoughts that have been recorded, like the sea breaching the bank, pouring in. I thought I could be very strong, but when I faced it again, the words were like wind and rain, baptizing my fragile soul over and over again, and I had nowhere to escape. At the most heartbreaking moment, I opened the letter I dared not to touch for a long time, and the words I received and sent were the truest words, where I read the truest you. In fact, like you, I am trying my best to love and cherish. But, maybe, you don’t know, because I am afraid that those notes that I hesitated for a long time and didn’t have the courage to send will bring you more pain, so I only have to hide deeply. Tears, I read the feeling of heartache. Although you used to be strange to me, you are sunny, tolerant, thoughtful and humorous. Being with you is especially happy. If time is fixed in that period of time forever, if days are reincarnated in that period of time forever, maybe I have no chance to give up my attachment to you in this life. However, sometimes life always makes some jokes that are unexpected, so that the most precious beauty is vanished in the world of mortals. For example, when the spring comes, some inexplicable feelings are always growing quietly unconsciously. For example, the deep love that comes and goes without any reason begins with silence, and finally comes to silence, leaving it to die. How natural and unrestrained and beautiful you once came into my life, how Frank and Frank you once were; How helpless the I am once was, how moved I was to hold this love gently, and how helpless and painful I used to exile that love quietly. Perhaps, this love with the breeze and the moon is destined to be just a green word with fallen flowers and flowing water. In countless quietness, your shadow enters your eyes and becomes an indelible heart mark. You can’t help looking through the past warmth and coldness, and the threads are polished into hazy emotions. Up to now, that heavy emotion is still like a bottle of strong liquor with strong fragrance, which is hard to dilute. Epiphany, you have never left. The flowers and the moon flow in the wind, the youth passes away, and the floating life is full of vicissitudes and sufferings. The dusty old shadow, carrying the circuitous wounds, was played back again sadly. The loneliness on that shore and the waiting of that tree only waited for a silent past. After several rounds of reincarnation, the moon is not perfect. I also remember that there were still willow like smoke in the sky at that time. The waiting on that side locked the spring feeling of the river and favored the waiting at the end of the world. The words went through the silent sorrow, hazy a misty rain, and broke a cold wave. When spring comes, a fallen flower is like water. Autumn wind blows out a season of prosperity, scattered for half a lifetime. Following the broken marks of memory, I searched for the flowing thoughts of Zeng Feng, and my heart was broken in the light and shadow. The gradually departing personnel filled the incomplete in the old shadow of time, but could not heal the scars which had gone into the heart and lung for hundreds of turns. Leaves fall, hurt thoughts; From the moon, deep feelings, how many past events float into a drop in the sea in the tender, bypass the lingering love, float in the table of the world, heart flowers overflow into disaster and dance alone. The breeze blows out the fallen flowers, and the flowing water flows into the lyrics. A wind love into the heart flower, a happy song chaotic heart city. The lingering waiting is my self-made trick in this life. I play the song of love with the piano and the drum, even if I am drunk and the ancient Buddha keeps the green lamp, I have no regrets for you. Just ask, you will not hurt. Read all the broken chapters and become wounds, write all the soft hearts, lovesickness is full of words, and some idle worries are washing away the vicissitudes of life. In the old current events, when I went to the Xuan window, my beauty made me feel lonely, which made the poem bend last month. I don’t know whether the moon tonight is round or short? Devote yourself to the heaven and earth, dip in water as ink, spread the floor as chapters, write down the fate of the previous life, the reincarnation of this life, just don’t know how much the previous life owed you, how much do you still have in this life? The plain appearance only shines on the face of this life, and the next life may be heaven and earth! Xu is full of heartfelt words, sprinkling all over the sky, just for a desperate breeze! This love of wind and dust is like mirror water, which seems to have and not, shallow but deep, stepping on the footprints of fallen flowers, writing a clear word: Fallen Flowers are clear and beautiful, butterfly is charming; Fallen flowers are Haggard, and lovesickness is drunk; butterfly love flowers dance around branches; Flowers are speechless, flowers are drifting; Tender feelings are like clouds and it is difficult to sort out; I am sad, flowers are self-pity; Love in whose heart, a few lingering. Nowadays, people are different. Today is not yesterday. The sick soul is often like a swing rope. The horn is cold, and the night is dim. I am afraid of people asking questions, and I swallow tears and pretend to be happy. At both ends of the world, I said from afar: remember, I still love you, and you are the fish swimming around in my heart, always in my heart. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) the 30th year of my WeChat era

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