Tripoli Flynn
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This autumn can be a memory
I walked alone on the corner of the street late at night, all voices were silent as if understanding my mood, the sound of wind and rain also quietly faded away the noise, leaving only the dampness mixed with the cold breath, greedily eroding the whole street. I lost my soul walking, let the tears flow from the cheeks, do not want to wipe, do not want to wipe, let the teardrops and rain together with the earth, leaving a brief mark.
By Tripoli Flynn3 years ago in Humans
The beauty of first sight
The gentle breeze blew on my face. The tranquil waves of water reflect the beautiful faces of the visitors. The weeping willows and poplar branches, competing for new shoots and budding greenery, make people imagine that they have been longing for spring. The rhythmic sound of the green bamboo grove swaying, accompanied by the melody of the dreamy stream, is like a beautiful musical sound floating, intoxicating!
By Tripoli Flynn3 years ago in Humans
Love is "being with you
"Love is the resonance with another person, body and soul, and only with him or her." One day in September 1947, Paris. André Gautz met his love, Doreena, at a friend's house. She had thick brown hair, and pearly skin, and exuded an innate nobility and elegance, so charming and so lovely. She was surrounded by three attentive men, and he fell in love at first sight but was deterred.
By Tripoli Flynn3 years ago in Humans
The mountains are long, the water is wide, goodbye
In this world, the best fate, not necessarily in the most beautiful years, but certainly in time to be serious; meet, and know how to cherish. The best ending is that when we meet again years later, we will smile and ask: "Long time no see! How are you doing?
By Tripoli Flynn3 years ago in Humans
