Beautiful prose on the night in early summer, prose on the wind on a summer night

The bright moon should laugh at me, laugh at me now, lonely and sad, walking alone and singing alone.

Recently, I am afraid to talk about current events, and I have been all over the blue placket, the moon is shallow and the light is deep, and I am looking for ...... where the clouds return in my dreams

The night is long, and everything is silent. I stood in front of the window, gazing out at the sky in the distance. The evening breeze blows across the cheeks, through the hair, and through the thoughts. I imagined if my thoughts of you would drift into ......the night sky with this gentle wind

Who said that longing is a pain, a pain that is indescribable and difficult to heal.

I think, memories too.

You have said that I am like the wind, unruly, happy in life, and often blow your heart, and you are at a loss.

You have also said that you are like water, and when the breeze rises, the ripples that rise interrupt your quiet life; And when the wind and waves are calm, you can only sit upright like a cloud and re-guard the lonely ...... of that lake

I laughed, and said to you that I would be the summer night wind that would accompany you all your life; You smile too, and there is a faint sadness lurking in your crystal eyes.

Now I kind of understand, the time width code light changes, the four seasons alternate, ** and there are eternal summer nights and endless evening breeze? Maybe it's really "Providence is so, and peace is forced". Our story is destined to be a stalled displacement, a hesitant attention, a sorrow of wind flowers, and a beautiful farce ......

Turning around and walking to the piano, the sound of the piano flowed in the night sky, Ren thoughts drifted silently into the distance, and the stars outside the window quietly embellished the melancholy of the room.

The bright moon is a small building, the wind is like water, the clear scenery is infinite, the lovesickness is like a dream, the sound of the piano in a room, and no one sees ...... lonely

Xie was stunned, got up and sighed lightly, and the song "Sauvignon Blanc" hooked up sadness. In the reckless waves of time, the ancient ballad is interpreted one by one.

Life and death are broad, and the son is happy; Hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son"......The finch is boring.

You say, maybe we don't have a chance in this life, and breaking up is the best choice. I was silent.

Tonight, I want to tell you, don't say that there is no fate in this life, just wait for the next life, don't ......It's not that I don't believe you, it's not that I don't believe me, I don't believe it. Maybe it's just the unavoidable tomorrow, the irresistible fate, and the unpredictable expectation ......

And when I am accompanied by wine, alone in a bright moon. only to understand that fate may only be a kind of sorrow; Expectation, perhaps, is really too extravagant.

The evening breeze kept blowing, blowing into the deep alley of my memory, and who understands how many things behind the curtain are stirred up in the silence of the scene?

Now, you have a new dependence* around you, and I have returned to my original comfortable life, and everything seems natural and harmonious.

What am I feeling sorry for? What are you mourning about?

Sadly, you and I shouldn't have ended, ...... in such a hurry

Maybe it's all about yourself. The evening breeze of the summer night not only demonstrates the helpless process of life for us, but also reveals to us the meaning ...... of being strongSpring is always for those who have walked through winter.

Every summer, the soft evening breeze still blows in the lonely night, and this is the truth.

Just remember that the wind blows here, and that's enough.