Ling Yuxuan: March is the season when the wind begins to linger. I shuttled through the humid and warm southern town, watching the trunk of camphor tree covered with bright moss, dreaming of getting a cup in this life, like bodhi. However, who will I meet in the next link of my friendship biological chain?
March Raindrop: I was born in March. I am a single-celled animal, and I love Roman. I like to walk in the gap of the city, with my fingers crossed. If you see such a woman in an afternoon, don't ask, it's me.
In March, the peach blossom has passed away. My 18-year-old is like a long obscure dream, or a long monotonous corridor, and I am like a lost dust, passing through all the lost details and monotonous twists and turns. I am used to taking images as my pocket, putting them into my emotions and carrying them with me. Maybe at the next fork in the road, my friendship will be there.
Ling Yuxuan: I am a girl who likes word dancing, but she always takes the wrong steps and can't dance beautifully. But because of love, so persistent. I just kept jumping, leaving a line of deep and shallow footprints, stumbling in the rainy garden. When Faye Wong's gorgeous and sad voice whirled in the headphones like midsummer, I smelled the fresh and elegant floral fragrance of Phalaenopsis, which immediately filled my mood with sunshine, because I knew that the flower language of Phalaenopsis was: Happiness is coming!
March Raindrop: In the summer of 2006, I found a home for my writing in Innovation Composition Network. From then on, I stubbornly guarded a pen and a piece of paper, planted my mood in my heart, and let the colorful rattan drawn by it spread to my fingers, crazy and wanton. This warm color sprinkled on the paper is a brilliant movement!
Ling Yuxuan: Jay's skeleton in my closet has finally been released. Simple bicycles and red apples, a campus full of classical feelings, and an old piano-the whole movie has a beautiful youthful atmosphere and a strong nostalgic atmosphere. I took a bite of a green apple and sat in an empty cinema after the curtain fell, thinking how wonderful it would be if a friend with a tacit understanding shared the film with me and enjoyed the orange light reflected on Jay's face by the sunset, and his long eyelashes flashed, leaving a row of small shadows on his face!
At the end of summer, I lost myself in my dream, catching the reflection of time all the way. The clock points to one o'clock in the morning, and there is still a long loneliness under my pillow like a twisted purple vine. The moment I woke up, I was wearing my super Kawaii pajamas, standing on clogs, making a cup of brown sugar macchiato, sitting on the cold floor, turning over a magazine. Suddenly, an article entitled "I and the College Entrance Examination PK" came into view. That paper is full of bonuses, but I can't get enough of it. That lonely piece of paper is elegant and irresistible tenderness. I took a sip of brown sugar and Macchiato sketched the corridor of March raindrops in my mind. She should have long cilia flowing like butterfly wings and clear eyes like glass. She is as refined as a daisy in late autumn without losing color. The next second, I kissed the white writing paper with the tip of my pen, and I decided to know her in the most sincere way!
Raindrops in March: flowers in spring, wind in autumn and sunset in winter do not belong to senior three. I always sit alone in the aisle in the fifth row of the second group in the classroom, guarding a desk and a pile of books. I have been quietly waiting for my change. As if waiting for a story to unfold and a story to happen.
When I sang the rhyme of the years so clearly, a girl who walked between the lines looking for the rivers and lakes of past lives wrote to me. She said, we are two offset and synchronous clocks, two separate and parallel tracks, and two streams that can only meet at sea. We have no sin, but we have to endure loneliness and loneliness in a crowded city with a population of one million, but I know that the strong love words until the tea blossoms.
Ling Yuxuan: I heard Qiu Chan say that spring water is cold, and I saw Qiu Chan turn green leaves yellow. Finally, I received a letter from another city when I was eating apples in March!
She said about writing, I always believe that Duras said that writing is suicide, and only those who are addicted to it can feel the powerlessness between being torn by themselves and digging. In fact, language is a very fragile thing, and it can't cross life and death, time, pain and despair.
Her words are a little messy footsteps, and the footsteps going back and forth over the years have left a wet mark on my heart.
March raindrops, I feel that she is a specimen, frozen in turpentine and turned into crystal amber. Her words are a bottle of crane top red, which is enough to penetrate into our blood, our nerves and control our brains! No wonder many people describe her words, a saffron on a blank frame, as blood; A touch of green on the gray-white ancient book painting is enchanting. It's a poison made from processed herbs. In a trance, I saw a star sink into the water, trembling and crying. One day, I stepped on the edge of the story. In March, I was the most devoted actor.
Raindrops in March: fleeting shadows, this winter, I shuttled through the university campus in the most stubborn way. During the holiday, only my thin silhouette was left in a corner of the city. Only the wind knows the loneliness of the tree, and the thoughts of my left hand are clear to my right hand. I decided to go to Leizhou to find a dream-chasing girl who also weaves gorgeous dresses with words for her dreams, so that she can hopefully blend into the long river of time and flow carefully. ........
Ling Yuxuan: The pillow gently kissed my side face, and your smile was always in my dream. Remembering today is the most special existence. Let's join hands to appreciate the stone dog, the artistic treasure of Leizhou, which is known as the "Southern Terracotta Warriors". Go to the antique Leizu Temple to see Lan Lian exert his strength from the roots and slowly roam upward, as if touching a blooming fireworks on the sea; Going to the museum to see the three-inch golden lotus on the feet of an ancient woman wearing tulle leaning on her childhood ... The most interesting thing is to burn incense in front of the bodhisattva, put her hands together and earnestly beg for a visa. At that moment, I prayed in my heart that I could meet the tears of my lover in my life in March, or wait for Zhu Shazhi who belongs to her heart.
March Raindrop: One always has to take a strange road and watch strange scenery. Then in a casual moment, you will find that those wonderful stories have been told in blowing in the wind. If you want to reach a dream port, let's cherish a rosemary in our hearts and keep our memories!
Ling Yuxuan: Every word in March is a drop of cool and refreshing, but it leaves a trace of warm blue liquid, and then it becomes a blue ocean drop by drop. All time and space were taken away, only the smell of March and stories from light years were heard. This is the information brought to March by the "disappearing rainy season" on the Internet.
In March, our friendship was a convenience store that never closed for 24 hours.