She can't help but think of him. Sometimes I dream about him too.
She was wearing pink floral pajamas, walking around the living room restlessly. It was raining outside the window. The rain watered the earth. There were a few birds chirping in the distance. Add a bit of life to the pale sky.
He poured boiling water absent-mindedly, and the scalding water burned his fingers. Immediately, I felt a burning sensation from my fingers.
The family sits around and eats hot pot together. The heat was boiling on everyone's face. Everyone is laughing.
Only she was thinking about something in a daze.
She thought about the memory several times from beginning to end. There are not many pictures with him. So, become annoyed and frustrated.
The annual rings of time make that layer of longing infinitely long. Drilling into the brain through the long hair, flowing into the heart. That empty place filled his shadow.
Whether standing, sitting, walking, running, the beating of the heart is equally elusive.
Breath from the same city.
Whose face is reddened by the bonus outside the window?
Whose dream is decorated with clumps of green?
The parking lot downstairs is still as lively as ever.
The fireworks in the sky bloom for an instant
? The joy that belongs to the Chinese New Year is gradually fading.
We have all been here
Looking forward to the coming of the Spring Festival
Looking forward to the long vacation
Looking forward to that excitement
Longing for that beautiful firework
Prosperous past
? Finally left a place
Invisible, intangible sorrow
It floats in my heart
Stirring the most primitive calm
The peace that was broken
lying in a dream
Laughing out the traces of the years
? Emotions that are nourished
?With the warm spring breeze, a vigorous flowering season blooms
A delicate flower
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