14 Prose

"Love is like a wisp of smoke, brushing the world. It once stirred up boundless ripples in the heart lake, penetrated the sky for thousands of years, dripped through ancient rocks, and flowed into the river. The heart is like the late autumn misty rain, flying away with the fallen leaves, drifting with the dust, neglecting the vow of love in the west wind, and soaking the romantic title page in the misty rain. A drop of tears has dripped the hearts of many lovers, but there is no end to the end. Did we meet inadvertently? Or do you keep missing it? I missed the spring with willow catkins, the lush summer, and the autumn full of red leaves, until the snow all over the sky.

The red dust is rolling, but you are a cloud floating in my sky, casting a vague shadow in my heart. I am destined to be a grain of dust in the red dust, passing away with the wind and invisible, and you are destined to be a tear on my face, soaking my clothes. Just like the moment when the meteor scratched, it gave me a beautiful moment. I didn't have time to make a wish and disappeared without a trace. From then on, I will protect the momentary romance you left with the tenderness of my life, and engrave it into eternity in the bottom of my heart.

Smoke and rain, red dust, drops of lovesickness and tears. The thought of traveling through time and space, with the sound of rain, cuts through the tranquility of the night and erodes the heart. I never thought that you would be a passer-by in my life. In the flying world, you whispered the secret words of love, inadvertently promised me a romance, but let me bury my tenderness for a lifetime. The dark night is as scheduled, and my heart is like a ghost, floating fragrance in the flowers blooming and falling, gasping in the wind and maple, and chasing your breath in the tide.

We stay together, and when you turn around, it is also the faint dream shadow. Just like this empty and blue night sky, the loneliness of the stars. The past is like smoke, and that strong relationship is already in the dust, with no shadow or trace. And I am still the bright red rose, intertwined with love and hate in the wind and rain, still showing my charming bones, fragrant in the lonely empty city, watching the romantic heart. Walking hand in hand in the clouds, interpreting the most gorgeous movement of youth, enchanting dance, elegant.

I know that there is no perfection in this world, but I put my youthful life into it. Whose sadness is wrapped in the clouds coming with the wind? Whose watchman is wet in the heart that goes with the rain? The dead determination, the firm persistence, why can't they stand the running-in of the years? Can I still be green in the wilderness? Can you be as persevere as yesterday after experiencing the destruction of wind, frost, snow and rain? Originally, the heart was quiet, but it was disturbed by the instant romance, and it also watered this nihilistic soul with true feelings. When the wind rises, the romance left in the memory has drifted away. Who is willing to continue to leave traces of chasing in a hopeless old memory? Make your footsteps messy?

The moonlight is like snow, quietly close your eyes and carve your shadow into a memory. I miss the smoke and clouds that never return, whether it is the wind, rain, lingering, or the tears at that moment, a lot of reluctance. Looking back at this time, it was already blank. Yiyi's white clouds are still lingering in the pure blue night sky, but how much attachment also disappears in the wind and rain. Make a cup of tea, listen to your favorite music, and keep your love indifferently. Slowly recall, and then silently deposit.

After the Spring Festival, we run in our own world, and the past romance is also forgotten in the world. In this life, you and I can only pass by. We are like two meteors in different orbits, running in their respective orbits. Even if we meet occasionally, we can only look at each other indifferently and fleeting. In the whirlwind dust, what can't be erased is the faint love of lovesickness. Perhaps, fate has long been doomed, and I will pursue it in a certain world. Maybe it is a feeling, an attachment, and an expectation. In this life, there are thoughts that you and I can't give up, but there are also responsibilities that I can't give up. Then let you and I not drink Meng Po's soup in this life. Maybe in the afterlife, there will be an irresistible appointment.

Life is a circle. We can escape this life, but we can't escape reincarnation. In the next life, I will turn into the snowy plum in the snow. At the cliff, facing the cold wind, frost and snow, I will bloom the beautiful and awe-inspiring secular world. Even if the years are ruthless, I still can't take away the fearless and faint fragrance in the world. Attract your thoughts. Just to wait for you to pass by under the cliff, there was a silent man walking against the wind and snow in the snow, but inadvertently looked up and saw the delicate plums on the cliff. From then on, your footsteps will no longer move forward, in order to twist a petal and linger under the cliff...

One flower, one world, a lifetime of love, the dust of this life, the wind of the afterlife. No one is a passer-by, no one is anyone's memory, and only one is someone's reincarnation. It is said that there is no waiting on the other side, but lovesickness can't stand the ** of the world. In a hundred turns, we will eventually meet again at the starting point. There will be a blue water in front of you, and you are still rowing by. The water splashes, soaking me in a purple skirt and waving your white shirt. At the moment when the eyes were facing each other, love had already been fixed. The world was far away, and the fireworks passed brilliantly in the dark night, and the world was gorgeous and beautiful at that moment. The noise is all over, and there is only you and me smiling in the quiet world! Light sadness is also the past. From then on, we have traveled through the mountains and rivers, crossed the waves, climbed over thousands of rivers and mountains to see the wind, snow and moon for a lifetime.

This essay was so long that Xiao Chen pressed his mobile phone ten times before he finished reading it.

The prose is very scattered, but with persistence and a touch of sadness and loneliness. Even Xiao Chen, a unruly people who has not been systematically studied, feel that this prose has made him feel a lot of emotions.

Is the word of love really so touching?

There was a bitter smile at the corners of his mouth. Xiao Chen handed back his mobile phone to Zhu Shihao, "Your little sister's prose is well written. If you just look at this prose and haven't heard your introduction just now, I think your little sister must be a sentimental, beautiful and vulgar woman."

"People have two sides. The inner world of the little sister is probably almost the same as that written in this prose, but her appearance has deceived many people. You know more or less about your little sister now. Are you sure?" Zhu Shihao smiled faintly.

"None." Xiao Chen told the truth. This prose made Xiao Chen feel a little appalled. Although Xiao Chen can understand the beauty and beauty between the lines, such an essay is too beautiful and hurtful. Even if the last prose becomes cheerful, it makes Xiao Chen feel that this woman is more and more persistent, and the heart knot of a persistent woman has always been very It's hard to solve, especially that I'm not the bell person yet.

"It's here." At the intersection of the Beijing-Shanghai Expressway, Zhu Shihao looked at a toll station that appeared in his eyes and slowed down. The dozens of hours' drive made him feel a little tired.

Looking at the rows of faintly visible high-rise buildings and wide roads in front of him, Xiao Chen was silent.

Beijing has arrived, and it's time for him to do what he should do. It's just that every time he thinks of such a thing, Xiao Chen feels a little ridiculous and powerless.