I love you so many years
The fish said to the water: "You don't know what I tears, because I am in the water."
Water said to the rain: "I can feel you cry, because you are in my heart."
The bird said: "The sky can't see my shadow, and I have fly."
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Knowing the birds is a afternoon in the winter. Inadvertently wandering online, her name caused my attention, self-introducing text, a aura. Take the initiative to say hello, she is very sensitive to the text, the reaction is very fast. It is easy to chat with her. Behind her humorous words, there is a kind of wise that does not match the age. She is a lot of two students, the labor week, and the work is finished.
I called her at noon, her voice was low, and she was very lively, and people were infected. This is a happy girl has a long-awaited innocent and simple happiness.
Then the difference in Guangdong. One day I encountered her online. I told her to call her at night. In the evening, we talked for a long time. She has a good writing, and I have published a article on the newspaper and have a work online. I have been talking about her to go to bed. She is the secretary of the group branch, can't be absent. From this, I called her every day, sometimes playing twice a day. I like to chat with her, and her innocent is injecting a clear spring for my lonely heart. I feel that she is an indispensable part of my life. I am not a child, I have been a young age, I understand what it means. But I am like a person who is alone in the winter, she is a rare warmth, I don't want to give up. As for her feeling to me, I have never asked. She is too smart, I am afraid that he will leave me after I understand my heart.
The blink of an eye is coming to Christmas, and a thought is in the brain: I want to send her a bunch of roses. In the end, I booked her online and sixteen. The flower language is "I miss you", maybe I only hope that she can be more happy.
After receiving the night, she was very excited, I didn't think it was satisfied.
Christmas Eve, she ran far away. She told me that the outside is under the snow, very beautiful, and it slippery. But still I hope to give me Christmas blessings. In fact, I have given me a greeting card before, it is my long-lost feeling. After she returned to the dormitory, I called her and put a lot of songs to her. My heart feels happiness.
She is a bird, I hope to have a free sky, you can happiness, and I am a well-poor desert, can I give her a happiness? Dare to think, can still be a warmth of her.
The blink of an eye is May Day for the second year. They have sports meetings, and her heart is coming to see me. I am worried about her safety, she said nothing. Taking a lot of books, please have a holiday, at night, the car arrived in my city, when I was a lot of rain, she stood at the station waiting for me, there is no concern and doubt. Bring her back to me and colleague. Because I haven't had a holiday, she wrote something at home. I took her out of me in noon, I found that she is very good at communicating with people, even if she is a restaurant owner, she says that people say, and not the kind of endless conversation. Her confidence and optimism give me a lot of touch, that feels like the world is in her hands. And I threw this feeling in that journey? I have told her that I have a Ditch with her. She has smiled too much, and I live tired. Just maybe she doesn't understand that there are many ideas that have been deep into the bone marrow, and they can't go.
She will go back for a day. After home, she wrote, said thank you, I maintained his pure. I shook my head, not how noble sentiment I didn't want to hurt her, I can't bear to disappear because of me, even for a second.
I think I am depressed. One day, an e-mail was sent to her, telling her that my age is not small, can't wait until she graduated. She didn't say anything, but I know that my weakness inevitable hurts her. Later, she told although she didn't fall in love with me, but I was the first person close to her heart. But after all, I funerally funeral, and I also bury a chance to get close to happiness. However, there is no such thing in this world to come back. Later, I have a girlfriend now. Have trouble, maybe this is what I want! Because a small matter and flying birds turned over, I said that I have to disappear from her life. I haven't contacted it for a long time. Later, I started the phone. Flying birds stop walking in their own feelings, to do real self, even if they are scarred, they will never repent. The birds have a good memory. I always remember my birthday. Send her sincere blessings. I have given me three hundred and sixty-five lucky stars, hiding a heart, and just arrive on time on my birthday.
The birds finally graduated and went back home as a high school teacher. Sometimes I have encountered her online, just a shaken blue sky. As if I am just her ordinary friends. Is this what I want? Flying birds have told me that she doesn't like to owe others, so she will always forget. Then, if we dream of dreams, she put it down and forgotten? Is it true that I am really happier now? Flying birds have said that she thinks I am very good now, I have said that it is better, the birds are not laughing. Who stole the year? Let the bird choose silence in my world, close the heart, no longer blinking for me?
When the year is shuttle, the birds will end with their own blue sky, and I will also make a doctor, for the father, maybe in the near future, I will also become the most ordinary man in the world, with a flat and trivial happiness. And flying birds will still be the bird, free and easy to be enthusiastic, except for happiness. Sometimes I think, when I am old, I will remember the way the bird is like? If you really have a born, will I recognize her in all cloth masses? At that time, the bird will really trust me and have no hesome to take my hand?
Flying birds, if we can't find the traces of the Sanshi Stone, there is no way to send you the red beans, then you can be willing to make my little daughter, let me pet you a life? After all, after all, after all, I love you so many years!
