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In summer, I caught your back among the branches and leaves soaked with green leaves. At that moment, every nerve of mine immediately received an unprecedented surprise; In the cold winter, looking for your back in the world of powder makeup and jade, I forgot myself and just walked towards your back, but you quietly left like a rainbow after the rain, and it was hard to find a trace, leaving me to sigh alone in that beauty.

Your back is like a trickle of spring water flowing through my heart, giving me a cool and exciting intoxication; Your back is like the scorching summer sun, which not only ignites the enthusiasm of the earth, but also ignites my young beating heart. ...

Just when I was careless, your back suddenly caught my eye, and I suddenly felt that the scenery in front of me was infinitely beautiful. Not the beauty of falling, but a sigh from the heart, a heat attracted my sight and my heart!

My heart is intoxicated in your back, and my spirit and your back embrace each other tightly, blending with each other!

I know that your back will eventually leave in a hurry or even disappear.

I stood quietly at the window, staring at your distant back, lost in thought. ...

Your back, dissolved the pain immersed in my heart. What is shocking in the chest is a touching pulse and a surging spiritual tide; Your back is more powerful than any language or writing, and it hits my heart directly. I am really touched.

Ask yourself, why didn't you experience it so deeply in the past days? But in every day of our life, we can give life a kind of regretless longing for love, let ourselves fly to learn many little joys and inspirations in life, and our life will be more full of smiles, relaxed steps and heart-to-heart conversations; More idyllic scenery, moonlight in the lotus pond; More affection, turn the sound of cars into running water, and turn apartments into green hills; More sincerity, fill every footprint of life and walk through the four seasons of life hand in hand ... isn't this a kind of happiness and beauty?

Your back, coming and going in a hurry, without a trace, is hard to find, but it reminds me of a series of reverie. ...

Maybe you never realized how slow and light my steps were when I passed you.

Your back, fluttering, vague and unpredictable.

I can't hold back my fragile mind, and I can't help falling in love with your thought-provoking back! In the crowded crowd, I feel your presence and your warm breath ... these are the inspirations brought by your back.

Whether it is far away from the ends of the earth or in the clouds, whether it is early morning or evening, your back is in my sight and my figure is on your voyage!

Jiao Fang green land, courtyard village, I stopped and opened my arms, so close, but I couldn't hug you! They said that my destiny is to wait for you to come back, I am silent, and my gentle smile is like the afternoon sunshine, broken but full of imagination. There is no denying that the pile of failures in reality is just a world you have stayed in!

There has always been a feeling in my heart that I put down my pen again, and I am afraid that the clarity that crosses my eyes will make my mind understand! You said, in fact, more often, you are just in a daze, but who can tell me that your dull eyes can make people so obsessed! Like a peony flower that has been tortured but still proud!

One mountain and two mountains, the mountains are far away and the sky is high, and the smoke is cold! Chrysanthemums bloom, chrysanthemums stay, geese fly and plums fall! Looking from a distance, standing with a sigh, youth is fleeting, how can I repay that long journey of death? Being loved is a luxury happiness, but you can't help each other. Love is a kind of redemption, but can you forget each other in Jianghu? This world is really ridiculous!

The wind froze the clouds, which is a kind of nature, but I froze you, but it became a kind of heart injury. The broken branches pierced my confusion. It turns out that I not only weathered you, but also weathered myself!

Today, I bid farewell to you on this heartbreaking cliff and shake hands with our memories! When the clouds open tomorrow, there will be beauties everywhere!

The night rain in the rivers and lakes blurred all the waiting and expectation overnight.

In that era of martial arts, my heart weathered into mottled tears in the corner of your eyes, solidified in the gap between vicissitudes and lingering.

The wind and frost of the Tang Dynasty flows at your tip, and the flowers of the Song Dynasty spread on my lips. Whose figure is reincarnated in the world of mortals of past and future generations, which involves intoxicating dreams and flutes.

Jianghu believe beauty, where is my home?

And I can't see the way home, and you are still hesitating on the other side.

Farewell, at the end of the world, the sea has become a distant mountain. Ask Jade Bird, how can you stand on the other side of the river's lake?

The past is too far away. Let's write it down, and write down the time that you and I passed: that time was once a flower in Leng Xiang, which refused to wither and bloomed like water.

Where to? It's my temporary home.

The fallen petal leans against the thin autumn wind, and your poem hanging on the tip of the knife blows the fallen petal into a Hua Zhong, burying the moon, colorful clouds, flutes and songs for a long time.

I quietly listen to the fallen flowers. Whether you like it or not, there is home everywhere. I am just a petal withered by your knife.

The half-baked city wall blocked my view. You used to look me in the eye quietly. Today, why do you ask how many flowers have opened and how many flowers are left?

Oh, the wanderer is already dusty, and the world is so old and urgent, so fast and so unbearable!

Qian Fan is full, endless peach blossoms are my tears, and endless Leng Xiang is my reluctant wish. In spring, I look at the autumn water in the distance.

To the other side of the mountain, to the other side of the sea, to the end of the mountain, will there be our home?

There are other people's homes everywhere. Where is my old courtyard?

How have you been recently?

Are you happy in the Jianghu? Do you ride alone and indulge in poetry and painting?

Looking through the autumn water, frowning at the faint spring mountain, worrying about planting seedlings, what reason can I use to command fish and geese?

Home is still home, but you are no longer you and I am no longer me. The girl playing the flute has gone with the wind. Is it my flute all night or your lost New Year?

Ah, rivers and lakes flow through my fingertips, accompanied by your unchanging face.

Long-term thoughts are barren and barren, and hibiscus is tired and difficult to go home.

The falling rain, who is it, who is telling the truth? Your sad voice penetrated my crying and dripped on my way home.

The road of missing has been wet into two bends of autumn water, precipitating your knife light.

You fell asleep in my young dream, and the prodigal son's career dried up into a dense sea of blood, but it happened that it sang all over the rivers and lakes and became a unique voice.

Purple flowers bloom, you see the world of mortals dancing slowly all over the drunken world, and you frown coldly in your dream.

In the sky of Yun Qi, I smiled at the breeze and gently washed away the old lead. When I left, I wore little lips.

You pierce the blue sky and stand upright, I cut the autumn colors and get drunk.

I am gorgeous, and you will dance with each other and crush spring.

Jade fights are fragrant, and jade fights are clear. Every light of your knife has become a swan song, and the midnight dream comes back to me.

My heart is a stage with accidental structure, and the dew of the rose cries in the light and shadow of the whistling knife. It's you, it's you who make the rivers and lakes pale.

The blood is not cold, but the fire is still burning; The center of the flame is my purple sadness, pursuing faded happiness.

How can I let you and I meet in this Jianghu, but there is still your direction?

People are scattered, and my heart is tired. Jing Qing's dark voice is another kind of blue sky and love. Tears are wrapped in resentment, and the empty scenery is full of blurred wind and smoke.

When I am old, I am used to staring at it. Memory is a lock that has lost my key, locking your footsteps and my endless return.

In last night's dream, you stood blue and I was white and flying. Purple clothes dance lightly, accompany you to fight the sword and laugh proudly all over the world, lingering in my happy or unhappy world

Looking back on the past years, the sound and dust are absolutely gone, and the sorrow of you, me, him and her is added to the square inch. Haggard and tired, emaciated and tired, reduced resentment and troubles, and traveled hand in hand in the old year, so now everything is fake.

We met by chance and became bosom friends in spring. Then still: you have your own, I have my direction.

When I was in Liu Yin, the weather was flat and I saw two geese flying by. How can I dry my tears?

I am waiting to grow old in the years, but my home is still blue sky and blue sea.

I spend every New Year's Eve outside alone, which is really boring. But this year's New Year's Eve has made my life meaningful. Because on New Year's Eve, I remembered many things that happened to our father and son, and I had a new understanding of life.

It was raining in Mao Mao outside the window, and my brother's childhood came before my eyes. There are two brothers at home. I am a soldier three years older than me. He did a lot of distressing things when he was a child.

I remember when my brother was in the fourth grade, the living conditions at home were very tight and I didn't give him pocket money. My brother saw that all his children had money to spend when he was a child, so he stole rice and sold pocket money at home with several children in the same village, and his heart was not unbalanced. Once, my mother found him pretending to be rice, so she gave him to my father for education. At that time, my father was checking flue-cured tobacco, and when he had no time, he told my brother to kneel. Afraid of being beaten, my brother sneaked into a walnut tree in our backyard and hid. At that time, it was already dark, and when his father was busy educating him, no one was there, and his heart began to worry. Call my mom, and I'll start looking. I looked for it for hours, but I couldn't find it. As night fell, my father became more anxious and asked the people in the village to look for it together. After many twists and turns, my brother finally ran home by himself. My dad and them came back and didn't hit him, just said a few words. My brother is not obedient at that age. Later, he ran away as long as he did something wrong, and his father forgave him again and again.

My brother was really naughty then. Because his father indulges him every time, he doesn't feel afraid. In the fifth grade, he didn't like studying. He and several classmates didn't play truant for long, and once it rained heavily on farmers. At that time, the sowing season had just begun, and everyone was preparing for a bumper harvest. My brother skipped class with several classmates in this heavy rain and went to our famous scenic spot "Xiaohegou" to play. At that time, the teacher was worried about the heavy rain, so he came to my house to see if my brother was at home. After learning that they skipped classes, the teacher and my father went to find them together. He put down his busy work and rushed to the river in the heavy rain. He called my brother's name by the river, and his voice was so long ago. . . . . . After hours of searching. Found my brother. At that time, the depressed father couldn't help feeling sorry for his son and slapped my brother hard. Although I hurt my brother, I actually hurt my father! Back to school, many people said to their father that children like my brother are not easy to teach and have nothing to lose. My father is reflecting and crying. I don't think I have taught my children well. My brother grew up through this, and my father finally relieved the pressure in his heart.

I am a little naughty, but far from rebellious. I'm good if I don't hide my skin. In March 2005, because I was too naughty at school, the teacher gave me priority in finding a job. At that time, the teacher introduced three of our classmates to work in a hotel in Qingyuan, Guangdong. After I came, I was assigned to the warehouse. Because of the lack of time, I often go to the floor to chat with their manager. In this way, I met my first bad friend in my life. Because I am very happy with him, he often invites me to drink after work and introduces me to friends. When I was drinking, he introduced me to punk. At that time, I didn't know that teddy boy was the big brother of mixed society, so I became friends with him and joined the brother industry. So I left the hotel and started my brother's life. I didn't tell my parents because I was afraid they were worried, but my parents at home were worried about my safety outside, making my hair white and earning money to pay off the debts I owed at school. And I've been like this for over a year. I didn't send a penny home, and I didn't call. My father asked around about my situation, and after learning about my situation through my classmates, I called them. Instead of blaming me, they comforted me and encouraged me to work hard and leave those people. I couldn't help crying when I listened to my parents on the other end of the phone. This is love.

After so many years, he always contained us with love until he left us.

My eldest brother and I are both married adults, but whenever I think of my father's love for us, I have a regret in my heart. This regret has been made up. I want to move on. Today is the last day of 2009, and tomorrow will usher in a new beginning of 20 10. On this New Year's Eve, the drizzle outside the window tells me that my father in heaven misses us and hopes that we will be happy. It's a quarter of an hour before the new year. I sat quietly, waiting for the New Year's bell. I want the bell to help me convey my thoughts about my father and wish him happiness every day in the new year and happiness in his world.

Inadvertently looking back,

You write loneliness in the wind,

Holding a new cup of sadness,

Loneliness strikes.

Wailing seagulls,

Tragic tenderness.

You said we would leave eventually,

Play alone, live far apart.

A sheet piling basket,

The dirt of memory.

The quietness of gardenia,

I gradually missed it.

Helplessly pieced together,

Bravely fight against heaven.

When the memory disappears,

We are all dolls.

Once we meet,

Just for a bright future.

Sad plan,

I will accompany you around the world.

Separation doesn't mean loneliness,

We all have an eternal future in our hearts.

At the end of the rush hour,

Play the piano in pairs.