Rose Story

At this moment, the stars are all over the sky, and the tired street lamps reflect the snow on the ground and shine with cool light. The prosperity of the night is opening quietly, and the lights and shadows are interlaced with the unique charm of the night. This is not a gloomy city. Although the air is cold, there are still stories coming on the stage. There is no decadent season in this winter in this city. On the contrary, it looks more and more charming because of the bright lights. Such a night is like wearing gorgeous satin. Although the residual makeup is removed, but it has the nobility and coldness of time. And my window was so quiet, with the pale moonlight reflecting my shadow and the burning and open red rose on my desk. The silence at this moment makes me appreciate the beauty of winter night, and I can also take photos of people so Meiko, just like the fragrance revealed by flowers. Since winter, the day has become short and the night has been lengthened. In this winter, half of the time is used to think and half is used to hibernate, but there are too many gaps in the mind. Perhaps this winter is too cold, just want to hide in a warm place to bask in the sun, but forget that after the sunset fades, the night is condensed and mellow, which belongs to the moment of wandering soul. However, I didn’t enjoy the night alone. My time was occupied by those dreams of night. I like sunny, I also like sunshine, but the night is cold, I sleep greedily in the dream, but I forget to feel more beautiful life breathing when I am awake. At this time, more than half of the winter has passed, but only at this moment can I realize the quiet beauty of winter night. I can fly my thoughts to the sky, or I can not think about anything. I can sit in a dull place, or hold green tea in my hand to realize my life quietly. The lights outside the window are like daylight, and the night is enchanting, while I just want to lean against the moonlight and guard my window quietly. Through the fog of the night, it seemed that I heard the song of flying snow falling to the ground, which was finely divided. The north wind blowing across the mountains is blowing fiercely, across the glacier, across the jungle, roaring across the night sky of the city. The night is so long that I seem to hear the voice of blooming in my dream. I know that it is the flower language of Rose. I also know that spring is really not far away. Everything is not depressed because of silence, nor is it still because of deep sleep. The orange brightness reflected through the dark, the shining light under the starry sky lights up the sleeping winter dream. I also seemed to see through the heart of the red rose on the table. She was unwilling to feel the cold silence of winter night, which was enchanting and coldly open, making people suddenly feel that this was the spring in the dream. Yes, the flowers are all blooming. What about us? Let’s take advantage of the charming winter night to love each other well! (2) forgetting if fate had already been doomed, Anne would not expect to meet him in this city in this life. In a person’s ten years, many things can happen or be forgotten. But at the moment when those soft and warm eyes meet her eyes, Anne recognized him at a glance. As she said ten years ago, even if you finally disappear in the vast sea of people, I will still remember you. Some stories have a sad and beautiful ending. Although they are not perfect, they are deeply rooted in people’s hearts, while some stories should not have sequels, just like the reunion between Anne and chu sheng. Since fate gives them a different life, why should they stare at each other at another intersection? Ten years ago, Anne’s first love was like the Bud rose under fence frame. When the spring breeze blew, she hid behind wattled wall and secretly sprouted. Anne always thought that he didn’t understand. Her eyes were infatuated with her loneliness. She thought that as long as she and he were far away from each other in the red dust, that was also good. But when one day he approached her and said the same love words with her, Anne was as delighted as the buds she wanted to release, and only a ray of sunshine would bloom, and he was the warm sun. However, in the dust of fireworks, they still couldn’t watch the long stream of water together after all. At the familiar intersection of the city, they hugged each other with tears and agreed with each other. From then on, the latter one turned to the left and the other to the right. Anne ran away from home for love, wandering around other people’s cities, and spent ten years forgetting the desolation of love. If you don’t meet each other, you won’t miss it. Who sang this song? Everything is an excuse to escape, just like the humble flower in the dust of that year. However, the meeting that seems like a distant world now is still a multiple choice question for Anne’s love, whether it is left or right. At this time, the sky was gray, just like the intersection when she broke up. Anne didn’t know how her mood was different from that of ten years ago. Maybe it was just a little more mature and calm about the world. Or is it the same sentimental and similar plot as ten years ago? Is it the thing of fate that I love most Sometimes the joke of being lukewarm. From time to time, there are birds flying across the sky. The winter of this city always seems to be covered by a layer of fog, and the direction ahead cannot be seen clearly. Without the noise of the past, it is so quiet that people suffocate. He came in mist, just like that. How many times did Anne revel in the joy of reunion? She thought she would remember this city with him and would no longer be an empty city. He and she were far away in the red dust, but some time could not be returned. Suddenly I thought of an old song. It was better to meet each other and miss each other. The Thought passed by suddenly was like the thorn growing in my heart, which instantly pulled out the pain in my heart. So relieved, just find the right direction. It turns out that all the upcoming stories in the world can be rewritten one after another. (3) dark fragrance some people say that roses and roses are love and hate, so it is difficult to distinguish their differences. Maybe it is just that the fragrance of roses is stronger, so many people like roses but ignore roses. There are no two people in the world. Since some people like the fragrance of roses, some people like the elegance of roses to produce dust. She is a woman like a rose, with a slender and exquisite heart. After walking in the world of red dust, there have long been people around her whispering, what kind of love should be worthy of her beauty? The moment she put on wedding dress was the dust that love settled. In the red dust of thousands of turns, she kept her original promise and never changed. It seems that life is like this. It starts in a hot and noisy way. After that, it will go through a long and long process of persistence and watch, and then it will be a fragmented ending. The delicate flowers will fade in the red dust. After washing out the lead, she has a kind of mature and graceful beauty, but this kind of beauty is only suitable for opening alone in the dark night, because, she used to enamored city, and that person already had more charming red roses around her. The blooming of roses, the fragrance of roses, blazing and charming, is a kind of poison, but there are many people obsessed with this poison. Who can see through the layers of mist in the light and shadow, and who can subvert the vicissitudes of the years? Her love tactics, the machine is over, lost Shaohua, lost for a few years, I still can’t see the sadness and joy gathering in the quiet dust. Wandering on the edge of the noisy and lonely dark night, she saw the traces of meteors across the sky in a trance. The flowing light in front of her suddenly scattered after the thin man, and the blurred street lights lit up her way, she drowned out a sigh falling into the red dust. When the petals left the flower, the dark fragrance remained and the fragrance disappeared after the wind and rain. No one came to smell her and remembered this song. She was also an enviable flower, but her beauty, her fragrance is hidden, maybe her beauty only belongs to spring. Therefore, she simply left the lights behind her. She understood that maybe what she wanted was just a dark flower. Across the other side of the smoke, she finally saw that the colorful spring was coming.

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