思念随风翩飞,蓦然回首,一路上,思念化成最美丽的等候。打开日记本,读着每一天的想念,我喜欢一个人在这样的夜里,看上一本书,听上一首歌,坐在电脑键盘前,敲打着从心里流淌出的关于思念的优美文字,文字里有思念所带出的心情在岁月中流逝,我只是用另一种文字的形式将它们记录。思念是一座山,山里存放着美丽的诗,这里有“蒹葭苍苍,白露为霜。所谓伊人,在水一方。”里那种可望而不可即的惆怅;有“别时容易见时难,流水落花春去 Missing the wind Pinai Fei, suddenly look back, along the way, into the most beautiful waiting. Open the diary, read every miss, I like a person in such a night, reading a book, listening to a song, sitting in front of the computer keyboard, tapping the beautiful words flowing from the heart of thoughts , The mood of the thoughts in the writing is gone through the years, and I just record them in another type of writing. Missing is a mountain, where beautiful poems are stored in the mountains, where there are ”蒹 葭 gray, white dew frost." The so-called Iraqis, in the water side of that kind of hopeless melancholy; When difficult, the flow of flowers to go spring