Brother Xin traveled around and photographed the legendary flower on the other side in Wulingyuan and sent it to me. There is not a leaf on the thin stem, but the petals at the top are red and rolled up, revealing the tragic beauty of life!
For a long time, he insisted on luring me to the south. His city is on the southernmost island of China, with countless dreamy scenery and the most admired people in my life, but it is doomed that my soul and body can't live together!
Flowers on the other side, separated by a river, separated by the north and the south, so far away, isn't it beautiful?
A full moon night.
It was near dawn when I got home.
Hold the mobile phone and constantly change the angle, so that the moon can take pictures with roadside buildings, ginkgo trees, wires and telephone poles!
I feel a little happy that the moon belongs to me, so I quickly posted the photos on the Internet. My best friend Mei Gongzi ridiculed me at a distance: "People who enjoy the moon at this time are usually very lonely in their hearts", and filled out the first song "Huanxisha" with wine:
The sound of the pillow stimulates the frequency of dreams, and it sinks when the thick top is exposed. Honest and honest, thoughtful.
When I was young, I drank too much, half worried and half happy. How is this mentality laid out?
Needless to say, I always thought that writing lyrics after drinking was an elegant thing in ancient times. In modern times, I was suspected of imitating Li Bai's drunkenness! Especially with Mei Gongzi!
In recent two years, Mei Gongzi often imagines the loneliness of my single life in an ironic way, in order to achieve the purpose of making me immortal. But I don't know how difficult it is to make me a versatile senior literary fat man lonely. Even if I can't finish it in Jiang Lang one day, there must be a cookbook thicker than a brick in my mind! Every literary fat man who dares to eat his waistline to 2.6 feet must have a soul that is fat or rich or coquettish or amorous feelings! Hey hey, believe it or not!
The northern sky in autumn is often clear and high. I prefer autumn to listening to the wind in late autumn. In the place where the birch forest and poplar forest grow neatly, standing on the fallen leaves and listening to the wind is really charming! Look up: the top of the tree is connected with the blue sky, full of poetry, bow down: all kinds of dead leaves are romantic! Once I met an acquaintance of the opposite sex, and he said, look at me wandering alone, like a ghost in the forest. Can you walk with me for a while? I said that a female ghost like me needs a Zhong Kui to accompany her, don't you think so? His dissatisfied foot pedal disappeared. ...
There are always some kind people who like to describe the living conditions of singles with loneliness and helplessness, and give them unnecessary sympathy after associating with pity, thus showing themselves the perfect face of the secular world invisibly, but they never want to admit how many seemingly paired people are close to each other behind closed doors, how many strange bedmates there will be, how many husbands sing with women when opening doors, and how many superficial articles there will be!
I always like a sentence: a woman who is good at accompanying herself is the most beautiful woman! No wonder, when people reach middle age, they are still in the mood to shoot themselves as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade with the help of a beauty camera!
Don't believe it? There are poems as evidence:
The curtain rolled up and the west wind entered autumn again.
Laugh at the cold and fickle feelings in the world!
The soul depends on paper and pen,
Don't ask when Bing Xin will melt!
Hands sweep away thousands of worries,
Don't work hard for the bright moon and cool breeze!
Why are beautiful women afraid when they are dying?
Eyebrows are shallow and beautiful!