People who love you, understand your tears

"Love Your Tears" | text: Junlan

"Tears for me, flowers for wine"

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Ever since this door of the heart opened, I unconsciously immersed myself in the world of your tears. Since then, the sky has not been clear for three days, and the heart has not been nourished. I am an oasis, you are a river that surrounds you. I am a forest, and you are the rainy season where the sky lingers. You are made of water, and through the window of your bright heart, I see your clear heart lake, often rippled and rippled for me.

You don't like to apply powder, are those smears that can't withstand your hot tears? The beauty of your natural color, I saw the jade purity of the white lotus, the ice clarity of the red lotus. Xi Shi is beautiful, that is the beauty of compassion, sorrow, sorrow, and you are the beauty of sunshine, unrestrained, happy, touching tears. Not Xi Shi, but xi shi.

You condensed it with the crystal of tears, right? When I shine in the atrium of your heart with the sun, the ice of love that you have sealed for thousands of years quietly melts, and the pink face is covered with delicate crystals and spreads, I am in a bird-singing dew spring morning. When the dark clouds shrouded you, you who could not see the sun and the bright moon, your heart was anxious and burning, and you roasted the fragrant ice crystals, and I burst into tears, I poured on your torrential rain, wetting your heart and wetting your soul.

You are full of affection, often moved by a share, pouring out three thousand crystals to me, watering the tree of my soul, with lush branches, green land, and flowers. When you are sad, the sorrow falls red, pity Daiyu, and the tears are like rain. The apricot blossoms have nowhere to avoid spring sorrows, and the people who know that people are whimpering and tears are clear. Drops fell, shattered in my heart, breeding infinite pity. My heart will warm your cold body temperature, make you laugh, melt the cold ice, and laugh out of the hot spring.

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Meet, for our various touches, teardrops slide, hanging red cheeks. You shyly ask, am I ugly and ugly at this time? Actually, you know? For me, this is precisely your most beautiful and moving moment. Your true feelings, your deep love, the flower of your soul, are blooming delicately, overflowing fragrance and warmth infect me, wet my eye sockets, at that moment, I am so distressed, I want to hold you in the palm of my hand, hugging in my chest, can't bear your sadness to look east at Huaishui, and even, can't help but burst into tears, with you, crying and laughing, laughing and crying, like two innocent children.

On the day of separation, the flowers flew all over the sky, and there were tears. The weeping willows are hanging on the face, covering the red tears, and the jade hand is folded. You go to the far end, tears fly thousands of miles, dripping on my heartstrings, playing, a fairy tune, swinging the ripples of the Aegean Sea, rolling the waves layer by layer. I am alone on this shore, easy water Xiao Xiao west wind cold, bitter hatred Fang Fei all rest. The chirping bird also knows as much as it hates, and does not cry tears and cry blood.

When I miss it, the sky is raining, is your tears flying? Can't see you on the other side of the smoke clouds, whether the sun is setting in the west, leaning on the window and singing, acacia is turning into a whirlpool of air rising, falling into the drizzle that lingers here. Therefore, the clouds are faint, the water is vast, and the acacia has no words, and often tears are paid to the flower note. As it was pinning, the yellow oriole cried a few times, missing you, like a broken intestine. Get up and move, lean on the gaze, think of the reunion day, look at each other wordlessly, hold hands and cry a thousand lines.

Your eyes, autumn waves hidden deeply. Your tears are rain, they are Ganlin, and every drop of touch is the spirit of a beautiful, compassionate, and kind heart flowing, deeply, moisturizing my dry heart. This comes from the holy spirit of the snowy mountain, dripping into your tears, I see, in the morning mist, the sparse branches and young leaves are full of crystals, full of fragrance, Lan Hui's slender leaf grass holds drops of holiness, and the lotus leaves roll on the mellow jade pulp. Slipping down, shattering a pool of blue pools, falling into a pool of heart lake where my fish are cruising, the ripples are light.

I am in your back garden, wandering in the tracks of what I once knew. Bit by bit of love, on this holy virgin land, the madness grew leafy and the fragrance of flowers. Remember, the past is like yesterday, like a mandarin duck, embracing each other when happy, silently accompanying when worried, staying together when it is sick, and thanking Heaven at the right time. When the wind blows, add clothes to each other, shake the fan when it is hot, go down to the stove when hungry, and drink tea when you are thirsty.

You wait for me in the front yard to dispel the mundane distractions, hold hands, and step into the vision of the covenant oath together. The fate of the past life, the beautiful dream of this life, like the seeds sown, is blossoming, and the result, in the time we are staying together, has become a mileage of love, which belongs only to you and me. I have a look, you understand, Jiangnan, has wandered under the feet, took yesterday's dream. I smiled, slightly raised my hands and feet, you all perceived, rafting lotus pond, drifting canyon, Taishan view of the sun, Qionglou evening singing.

At night, I sleep with your tears, and sleep with the happiness and joy in your tears. It's like getting drunk with you, taking a nap by a stream, surrounded by birds and flowers, butterflies fluttering, and purple swallows forming pairs. With you dependent on the peach red willow green, and the light with the dust, Chu XiangLuo sleeve, accompanied by mandarin ducks. Hidden in dreams, tungsten car Ropa, beautiful scenery, a thousand styles, tears and telling. I can't tell you the story of the past, and you can't finish the new chapter of joy. Secretly rejoicing, the heart of the jade people, the red scarf and green sleeves, together I drunk the bright moon, playing loose.

I know you, fighting for this life, pouring tears on flowers and wine, pouring tears for me. Yaoqin caressed the truth, and the song was not exhausted. Suddenly, reminiscing about my childhood, I walked into the rainforest and wandered and galloped among the dew-strewn flowers. Half wet, still with a bright face, smiling selflessly. Just now, I have this eternal happiness, warmth, and this dense rainforest with flowers blooming and the streams dingdong...

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Pen name: Junlan, likes to use words to record life and daily experience. Using spiritual words to reflect one's true heart is the most meaningful writing.

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