Depicting spring flowers, summer rain, autumn wind and winter snow

It's still a little cold at night in early summer.

I hugged my shoulder tightly, but I couldn't help shivering. The moon is round and clean as water. At night, it reminds me of your eyes that night.

I miss you on such a night.

I think it's been a long time and I've forgotten everything, but why is the memory still vivid?

The first time I saw you, you looked at me with a big smile. This looks familiar. "It's so strange, I seem to have seen it there, so familiar!" I was surprised by the classic posture of Bao Dai when she met each other in a dream of red mansions.

Who says that the more uneasy the mind is, the more we need classics, just like we cry when watching Titanic, but we don't expect to be Rose or Jack one day. However, we are like this in the world of mortals, talking about disappointment and looking for hope.

Those days.

Listening to you talk about your hometown-that distant place, where there are tall derricks, neat pumping units and black mud, which soaked your childhood dreams.

When I am with you, I realize myself. It turns out that my ordinary self has so many dreams and desires. The most important thing is that you let me know that I also have a pair of wings that can fly.

And you, marveling at the blue sky in your hometown, are so high that you can let go of all your troubles; There are clouds, so white that people throb like a child's heart ... So, the beautiful Populus euphratica and the sunset in Gobi ... all went to the outside world through that thin notebook in your hand and gained more admiration.

And I, the daughter of this desert, have become the most touching chapter in your writing.

I have never found words so attractive. Stuffy, lifeless things are magical and warm in your hand. That kind of feeling, simple, can make people bloom quietly in their hearts, I think that is love. And the oil field-that distant place, because of your existence, is also clear and kind in my heart.

The fireworks in my hometown were particularly dazzling that year.

And my heart is brighter than fireworks at this time, just because you are by my side.

It's snowing.

Snowflakes are falling, and a flower floats gently on my hand, slowly melting and turning into a drop of water, like a tear, which is treasured in my heart.

At this moment, when I met your eyes, I had to give in easily And your eyes are still clear, and two dark stones are spotless.

The furthest distance in the world is when I stand in front of you and you don't know that I love you!

You avoided my heat and stared at the sky with makeup and jade capacity.

You love spring/I love autumn/autumn is similar to me/but spring is like you/your red face/spring rose/my tired eyes/the glow of autumn sun/if I take a step forward/then/I will stand at the door of the cold winter. ...

You suddenly shut up.

My tears can't stop dripping. If love thinks you are qualified, it will show you the way.

But/if you take a step back/I take a step forward/where we are together/in a beautiful and warm summer.

I looked at the surprise in your eyes bitterly, and you couldn't help shivering. I hug you, you struggle, and I never give in. We were deadlocked, and finally, you lost, bent down and kissed me.

The happiness of that moment can be offset by the dull life.

In a trance, you suddenly pushed me away forcefully and decisively, and then ran down the hill. I was deeply hurt, and I don't know where I am now or what night it is.

I went home, but you left. I have everything, looking for your trace. In the simple shed you left behind, I found it, in a word: tears are spinning in your eyes. On the iron wall, the notches are extremely messy and deep. Ten fingers linked to one heart, heartache for many years. Just like my mood facing it at the moment.

Perhaps the unspoken is perfect and the most beautiful.

Love at the wrong time. Then, you and I in the story are destined to meet in the long river of life and then leave.

Beautiful summer never belongs to you and me, it only belongs to my heart.