I don't know when to open my eyes. I sighed in the wind for a long time.
Toarey Yang is over, and the rebellious people gather together. The horizon disappeared, just like a wandering heart stopped breathing.
End here, gorgeous Hua Meng stretches the last charm.
I miss you so much that I never loved you, even though I had a dream summer.
Or have never met you, although you have been waiting by the lake for a season. I'm the only one for you?
Forgive my hasty departure, and I will snuggle up with you forever in the graceful brilliance of the autumn moon.
That's just a short-term expectation, too short to care about.
This is just a glorious moment, brilliant and heartbreaking.
Like the brilliance of fireworks, you can catch withered tidbits and smell clothes.
In a season when spring goes and spring returns, in the rhythm of your clothes fluttering.
Rippling my years, scattered flowers ...
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Life is ignorant, but it also gives us opportunities to grow. Delicate flowers bloom with enthusiasm.
Almost invincible, as far as possible to extend the moment of beauty.
If it weren't for my ruthlessness, my youth would be fleeting and my life would be overdrawn in the short summer.
Everything will have no regrets, love is virtual, and there is no room for profligacy.
I exchanged tears for a shock, which was wonderful.
Time quietly picks up the past and hides love and hate.
Looking back sadly, the flowers are like illusions, and I am a graceful iris.
I showed off my confused dance clothes and swept the whole summer.
Burning hot clouds ...
"three"
When the birch forest swims through the traces of sadness, life enters the silence brought by autumn.
Robins comb orange feathers, just like my transparent thoughts wake up heaven and earth.
The lake was surprisingly blue and silent. I know she is waiting for the autumn wind to baptize the residual flowers.
Embrace the fatigue of a summer deeply, and use her warm kiss and gentle eyes to care for and cherish her once-in-full-swing interest.
Hidden in the depths of the unknown, like specimens in old books.
Accompanied by countless nights, infatuation, pity, joy and sigh under the lamp. ...