God doesn't seem to care for you. It often darkens your sky and washes your fragile heart in the rain again and again. Every time I walk into your space, a woman with a pear blossom and rain will appear in my mind, looking at the unknown distant scenery. ...
Did I mention that my sister is an ecstatic and heartbreaking woman? My sister is not a Jiangnan woman, but she is very feminine and beautiful. I have never been to Jiangnan, only heard of the misty rain and beautiful scenery there. I can see my sister's mood from my eyes, and my heart hurts silently. I have never understood comfort, and I can only worry about you silently. Your daily heartbreak and your daily sadness are recorded in the space. If you can't hit the keyboard when you click on the comment, you have to turn the language into a hug. I hope you can feel a little warm wishes from afar.
When we meet for the first time, we always smile in the group and the sun is shining. I thought my sister was really laughing. We talked innocently in the group until you got sick. I only know that you are ill, and I don't know anything else. I thought it was just a minor illness like a cold, so I didn't care too much. Later, when I saw that everyone was talking about your group of poems "Streets, Missing", I went to see it with the idea of missing your words. I don't know why, I saw this poem again, and it was a heart-wrenching pain. See so many comments again, and see Gu Lei's brother's message. I feel guilty about you and blame myself for not caring and greeting.
Under the entanglement of illness, you actually wrote the names of Mo Xiang members into the poem with great interest. The way you meditate makes me feel distressed, and more importantly, I am moved. I was so moved that I lost my language ability at that moment and choked. Sister, are you a fairy? How can there be such a kind heart and such cherished feelings!
With more and more understanding, I can't help falling in love with you. I will always cry in your sadness and be intoxicated in your happiness.
I see your strength and the fragility behind it; I saw your smile and the tears under it. I saw your words, and I also saw the deep helplessness. Sister, you have been crushed by suffering and disease! You have shouldered a home with thin shoulders and shouldered the responsibilities that belong to you and do not belong to you. You must be tired. I'm exhausted.
Yes, you must be tired. How can you not be tired ... you don't even want to talk, cry, be emotional or be sad.
You have a beautiful name, dear, just like your name, your heart is so frankly exposed to the wind and rain. Sister, you are so stupid! Stupid people will unconsciously want to dress your wounds and suffer for you.
Sister, do you know? Every mood of yours touches my heart. Many times you are always not confident, but you should know that you are the best anyway! I'm not good at praise, but I want to use up all the words that praise you. Praise your tenderness, kindness, simplicity, sincerity, seriousness and everything. But I don't know how to speak and how to interpret your beauty.
Sister, whenever, I will give you my blessing in the distance and look forward to your every smile. This sisterhood needs no explanation. I unconditionally support any decision you make, and I am willing to do everything I can for you. Even if I can't, I'll try my best to do something for you, even if it's only a little. Because I will give the same sincerity as you. Although I can't see through the magical power of the human heart, I can be your reader.
Sister, maybe you are very sad now. Please remember that there is another me and a younger sister with you, praying for your happiness.
I can't shelter you from the wind and rain, but I can get wet with you; I can't remove your wound, but I can feel pain for your wound; I can't draw you a smile, but I can cry with you. I can't do much, but at least this heart is true.
I will remember my sister's kindness, but I won't say thank you, because I always think that word is too strange. This is not well written. I have no talent. Only that blessing is true. One day, I will find something worthy of you and really praise my sister once.
To my dear sister: Yaner. I wish you health, happiness and happiness!
Not a glance.
Unforgettable first sight
despise
Acquaintance in speech
I saw a sincere son.
Sentimentality breaks your heart.
Your kindness has been trampled on mercilessly.
The rain is hovering over your head.
Too much helplessness makes you miserable.
You just want to live quietly.
But remember.
You are you, there is no substitute.
(2) The so-called happiness lies in the heart.
Mo Xiang is a family, and that elder sister is the chef at home. Perhaps because I love eating, I have always been obsessed with my sister's big meal. Time will make people understand each other more and more. Gradually, I engraved my humorous and emotional sister in my heart.
Of course, my sister's first label in my heart is that she is a good cook. Then my sister's optimism, and then the amazing writing. If sunlight and moonlight are combined with each other, there is no shortage of warmth of sunlight and beauty of moonlight. Did my sister write down the words between heaven and earth where the sun and the moon shine together?
I remember my sister was a doctor. My sister once talked about a woman who lost her beloved son in the group. The sincere regret and heartache between her words made me feel a little stuffy in my chest. Sister and that woman are strangers, right? Is the doctor merciful or is the sister really kind? It seems that after entering the ink fragrance, my world cannot be separated from the word moved. The article "Tears all over the world, full of ink" made me burst into tears. Presumably, my sister wrote this article with tears in her eyes.
It is this article that touched and attracted a teacher with extraordinary pen power. Sister's tears did not flow in vain, and everyone saw her feelings in their eyes and kept them in their hearts.
Sister is also a woman who loves to laugh at the sunshine. I really don't know where my sister's sadness is if I don't read some articles and just chat. "The Other Side of the World" records my sister's relatives separated by Yin and Yang. I can't help asking, will my sister cry silently on the night when she misses her loved ones, and will she expect someone to listen to her on the night when there is no one? I admire my sister's optimistic attitude towards life, but I also feel sorry for her sadness. Even if you lose your lover, my sister still firmly shoulders the responsibility of the child's father, saying, "You won't lose your father's love because you lose your father. Mother's left shoulder carries father's love, and her right shoulder carries mother's love. I will let you live happily like all children. " I will never forget it. I think my sister's children must be very happy. She has a mother who loves her so much. She is such a great mother. I believe that she is as optimistic, laughing and strong as her sister.
Recently, I also heard my sister say that she is not feeling well. My sister firmly said that she was fine and worked day and night for Mo Xiang's future. Every time I see a pile of unedited articles, I feel anxious. In the face of illness, my sister never gives in and never gives in. Perhaps it is this courage not afraid of setbacks and difficulties that makes my sister's words warm.
Later, when chatting with my sister, I learned that my sister tied a bottle to her foot and opened her home page in order to edit the article. My sister's articles are only 19, and the number of articles edited has reached 76! My sister's writing style is so intoxicating, but she spends a lot of time editing at the expense of her own writing time. My sister said that she was ill. I don't want my sister to bother to actively edit the accumulated articles under the torture of illness, but every time I open an article in the editor, I can always see an article being edited. The editor of that article always says happy. More than once, I wanted to tell my sister to get well and not worry about the club. But I don't know how to say it. My sister regards Mo Xiang as her home and takes care of her like a child. How can I persuade her to leave the housekeeper and take care of the children? None of my sister's editors has less than three lines, or even nearly ten lines. Ask yourself, I can't spend so much energy to add icing on the cake to other people's articles. How many can I make? Who is not moved by the painstaking compilation of words and sentences? Which author is unhappy and ungrateful when he sees the finishing touch? The author thanked the editor, but they didn't know that my sister was ill. What if they know that my sister is fighting the disease while editing and wearing a little at the same time? Seeing my sister still awake, there are always several sleepless nights. Those unedited articles were published after my sister patiently edited them for one night. How many articles would have been delayed if my sister hadn't edited so hard?
An article, no matter how fast, takes an hour to edit. According to my sister's seriousness, it takes at least an hour and a half. How many ninety minutes are there in a day? How many people will spend their 90 minutes with others? Wouldn't it be nice to sleep comfortably for those hours? My sick sister needs a rest. Why should she edit while suffering? Not just to let the author see his published article earlier? What can my sister get for herself?
I never asked my sister how she was. Maybe I'm afraid to hear that my sister is ill. Sister must take care of herself, which is the capital of the revolution. Only when she is healthy can she continue to contribute to the revolution.
My sister has the same care and love for me as the younger generation. There is not much communication, but every time I log in to Jiangshan ID, I can always see my sister's message after my article, and there is a warm current in my heart. As the saying goes, you are not grateful for your kindness. I want to prove with practical actions that my sister's concern for me will not be in vain. It will be the driving force for me to walk in words. I will also try my best to share some editing work for you.
In addition, I have admired Mount Tai in my sister's city for a long time and want to steal some stones. If there is an opportunity, I will definitely come to eat. I hope my sister won't kick me out of the house just because I can eat too much!
Sister is so sunny, keep smiling and wish her happiness forever!
There will always be a rainbow after the rain.
The eternal rainbow in the world
It's the pleasant scenery.
Full of admiration
This amazing spectacle
Beautiful and eternal.
Where does the Rainbow Bridge lead?
whether or not
At the other end is a fairyland on earth.
A beauty named after you.
(c) Elegant as a lotus and brilliant as a flower.
When I met my sister, I accidentally edited her "Those Know", and my sister opened a piece of sunshine in my heart like a lotus! Nice to meet my sister. I don't know what magic my sister's words have, but faint words can always make people tremble and naturally play the joy of spring.
I was intoxicated by my sister's words, and I was so excited that I saw a house made of candy. I ate a lot in it and felt indescribable comfortable. I'm really going to be possessed by my sister's floral fragrance. Reading my sister's words is like being in a paradise, smelling the fragrance floating from all directions and intoxicated with it. How can I express this wonderful feeling? My heart is like boiling water, and a mist rises excitedly.
My sister's article is not so sad, but it makes people cry. I fell in love with my sister, her words, my madness, my obsession and my ecstasy. I even forgot my last name. I only know that I am your reader and one of the people touched by you.
The word elegance is perfect for my sister. Too many words used to praise my sister are pale and powerless. The excitement at this moment ignited a fire in my heart, so hot and warm.
I saw my sister's novel Love You Like a Rose in my sister's space. After reading it, unknown feelings are entangled in tears in my heart. My sister said she didn't want to end up sad. My sister is a person who doesn't like sadness. A lotus flower blooming gracefully in the dust, a brilliant flower. A woman with a smile and sunshine, regardless of her age, looks like a beautiful girl in her prime. Perhaps I am often sad, so I appreciate my sister's attitude towards life more and even admire her.
I think my sister loves to laugh as much as Wen. Those faces frozen by the camera are smiling. I really want to cherish that smile and let it hide in the years and never rot. It is said that women are made of water, and the creator mixed tears with her sister and put a ray of sunshine on her sister. I can't imagine such a strange girl in the world. My sister is a talented woman and a fairy. A fairy who is the opposite of her sister. Sister manages tears, and sister manages smiles.
Every time I swim, in the words of my sister, it's like bathing in the warmth of spring breeze. My sister's light is enough to light up the night. I love her "as white as snow". White as snow is not only the world in my sister's eyes, but also really pure as snow.
I am willing to walk into the small world composed of my sister's words. Although the world is small, I don't feel bound. Freedom comes from my heart. My sister's world is my peach blossom garden. There is no night, no cold and no sadness. I will get a pair of clear eyes in my sister's world and see a spotless world as white as snow!
If there is light in my heart.
The world is bright.
Have a white heart
Pure heaven and earth
A cool head is clear.
Everything is fine.