There is a lot of mist and rain in the south, and the heart is already vast. In the quiet summer, I sit quietly in front of the window and brew a pot of tea. I like this poem "Walking to the end of the water, sitting and watching the clouds rise". I often have this feeling and feel that I feel like the poet. The poet writes the author's leisurely and enjoys himself after retirement in a vivid and colorful way, vivid and vivid way, highlighting the open-minded character of the retired her. When the poet comes, he walks alone and confidently, and walks to the end of the water and sits and watches the flowing water change all kinds of things. This vividly depicts the image of a seclusion, as if he meets the scene or sees the person. He talks and laughs with the old man in the mountains, forgets the time to go home, which is very free and comfortable. This is the poet's feeling when he is in the scene.

The raindrops outside fall on the window, da, da, da, da, the sound is the sound of nature. Summer is sometimes like a child, always so changeable and so naughty. It brings a hint of coolness to the summer. The wind in the rain brings a bit of summer refreshment to the hot environment, making people immerse themselves in it and intoxicated by this lightness. The slides in my mind are constantly playing, and each picture represents some stories, thoughts and memories. I want to remember it, but I have no way to write it down. Some things feel very clear, but I don’t want to be overly addicted to the past. People have to look forward, maybe they contain various tastes, sour or sweet? Only those who have passed through can know the tastes. The wheel of time is constantly running, and every scene in the past is like a revolving lantern, and can only be seen clearly in the rapid rolling of memory.

In today's society, everyone is in a hurry. People of my age have their own families and children. Only I am still a child who has never grown up. I have been hiding under the protection of my parents and never grown up. After scenes, there are too many people passing by me in my memory, but no one will stop for me? Wait? The past is like a dream, like smoke. How many people appear in your life, and how many people disappear in your mind with time.

Maybe one day when you see a familiar and unfamiliar name, you will remember that he (she) has appeared in a certain part of your life. They may be as short and beautiful as meteors. Unfortunately, there was once a sincere feeling in front of me. I didn't cherish it. I regret it when I lost it. The most painful thing in the world is this. If God can give me another chance, I will say three words to the girl: I love you. If I have to add a deadline to this love, I hope it is

Ten thousand years! - "A Chinese Odyssey". She didn't owe you anything. On the contrary, your cowardice and your involuntary behavior have allowed her to disappear in your life from now on. She left you with profound traces, maybe a sentence, maybe a tear, maybe only maybe, maybe like fireworks, blooming with brilliant colors, disappearing invisible, leaving behind romantic and colorful memories. When you remember it, it will touch a melody in your body, but everything in the past can only be hidden deep in the memory or disappearing invisible like smoke.

If love can be explained, vows can be modified! If your and my encounter can be re-arranged! Then life will be easier! If, one day, I can finally forget you! However, my life is not a legendary story! It is not a drama that will be performed tomorrow! I cannot find the original manuscript and wipe you out. It is said that love is a kind of friendship that can survive, because once two people fall in love, the fate of two people is tied together. From where to where they meet, from where they start, we just need to let it go. So if there is no deep love, don’t get married. Good morality is much more important than economic strength. I want to live a life like Bajie, but I endure the pressure of Wukong, but only Sha Seng’s ability, and I can hear Tang Seng’s nagging from time to time. How painful it is to be.

The past is like smoke, and how many people can accompany you in your life. They may be just a small part of your emotional world and will not cause any turmoil. In your past, they are just a pale manifestation. Maybe it is a rootless grass that sways alone in this world. Maybe it is a towering tree that supports a certain sky and can allow you to rely on. Maybe it is a beautiful flower that brings eternal fragrance to your world. Whether they are as beautiful as flowers, as small as grass, or as tall as trees, it is precisely because of their visit that they constitute the most beautiful memory in your life.

The rain stops, the wind rises, and everything returns to peace. It's still this cool summer. It's soon to be evening. Fortunately, there is still wind. The branches are floating in the dark night, shrouded in the faint moonlight, drifting away with the wind, and not knowing where to end. The passionate I am destined to live a hard life because I'm too easily influenced by emotions. The passionate I always think about it, but as a result I'm trapped in a messy thought, and I can't move and touch my shadow. I'm sorry! I've been wronged with you! I've never thought about making you lonely shadow unable to support me. You are also a lonely shadow. Can you understand the pain in my heart? Can you tell me my partner is here? I look at her so much!

No one cares how you cry in the middle of the night, no one cares whether you are afraid of the darkness, no one cares whether what you do has any result, and no one cares whether to toss and turn and have to cook for a few autumns. I am still myself, and I am destined to lie on the bed and braised! Spread out the cool mat and teppanyaki! After getting off the bed, steam it! Go out and stir-fry it! Swim it and boil it! On the way back, fry it! Enter the house and return the pot! Dear, today 33℃ ,Tomorrow is 35℃, the day after tomorrow is 36℃, everyone should be careful to flip the edges when going out, pay attention to the heat, bring cumin and chili noodles, and never bake them. We are running pork belly, we bring salt for ourselves! I write my own novels alone, no matter how successful the result is, it doesn’t matter. What’s important is that I am now in pain and happiness. I just want to be myself, be a happy self. Go your own way and let others laugh!
Chapter completed!