I stood in front of the mountain, facing the horizon, leaning against the green hills. In front of me, out of nowhere, a lamp sprouted in the sky. Only I am unique between mountains and seas. Maple leaves in late summer are not red. Farmers' rice seedlings have just been planted, and the road is far away. At the intersection, the red light is on. You are waiting for the garage, and I am waiting for Qiu Lai.
2. Beautiful loneliness
From the perspective of traveling around the world, your figure is looking back. Mirrors are broken everywhere. Looking ahead, the mirror is round and cracked. Strangely, you are born beautiful, so you are ugly. You blame fireworks for being too presumptuous. You find yourself lonely. You blame the outside world for being cruel and weak. When the melodious bell rings, you will find your own beauty. When you walk in a crowd, someone will tell you that you are not alone.
3. After Rain, Xi Murong
In fact, it can also be poetry? If you can let me move on slowly? Looking forward to looking for it quietly? As the twilight deepens? Through the unknown mud? In the dark clouds? Finally shed tears for everyone? Missed or not missed encounter? In fact, life can always be a poem in the end? After the rainstorm? My mind will be cleaner? If you are willing to wait? All the clouds? Eventually, it will all flow into a river.