June is a warm country.
In the sunshine smile, I walked to the border. South of peace, west of sorrow.
Some flowers drooped their eyebrows, trying to win the last smile with a broken gesture. This is not sad, because you don't give up.
People may not have a flower to hold on to.
B,
Good mood, hanging on a tree with dense leaves. When the wind blows, the smile swings with the heart.
Let's get started, the trip in June.
The dull days are slowly blooming, and small yellow flowers are spit out in the gray ceramic basin. Occasionally, people passing by will smell a little shyness and sweetness.
Who is the background engraved in your eyes?
Pedestrians have gone away, and the bells of the years are urging a new beginning.
C,
I stood in the wilderness of time and looked at the running water.
From winter to autumn, from south to north.
Fold the past into a sailboat and watch the drifting shadow slowly go away. The wet sound comes from ancient times.
You combed your white feathers and told me in a flying posture: farewell, that doesn't belong to today's memories.
My mood, stained with the color of water, flows slowly.
From cold to hot, from impetuous to calm.
d、
There is a life more suitable for nostalgia.
Dip in ink and you write down these heavy squares.
The scenery in the middle of the night has been soaked with deep sadness. Although, this season belongs to enthusiasm.
e、
In fact, if you want to wander, tell yourself when you pass through one desert island after another.
Pick up the skeleton left on the plain, drop a bloody flower and watch the flower half open in a vague moment. Being drunk is a lifetime. Never woke up again.
Describe life with rich blue, incisively and vividly.
The people guarding the city are waving and looking up, many stories have ended and started again.
Female,
Lies have begun to get wet, and you jump back and forth, leaving crooked footprints.
Spring is on the left and summer is on the right.
June is a dividing line, living between the lines of poetry in a hurry.
Grow or die.
g、
The beginning is the end.
Early summer in June
Stop and look at the sky.
The sky is light blue and as transparent as a crystal ball.
Close your eyes, the wind will blow your hair in your face, the pool
The water in the nearby wetland evaporated.
After playing badminton, my face was sweaty. Zhou, go and wash your face in the pool.
All the air at the edge becomes wet.
Early summer becomes particularly clear.
Graduation, farewell.
The whole class sat around the playground chatting.
But few people spoke, and everyone's eyes changed.
Very bright.
Wordless farewell adds cruelty to summer.
There are also some girls who invite boys who have been secretly in love for three years to play in the playground.
Said a lot of things that I didn't even understand, and then I was alone.
Hide under the tree and cry.
Early summer. It ends in June.
Early summer finally ended in June, and we were doomed to leave.
Girls are always vulnerable. Every time I hear the teacher say on the podium, "After three years,
For a senior high school entrance examination, they will cry, and they always put the old in their own images.
The teacher's words sounded like "three years is for a parting."
It seems that the first meeting was doomed to be scattered all over the world.
When the rain in June danced happily on the playground, most of the students dispersed, leaving only perseverance.
Some men and women are still waiting for the last drop of temperature.