The sky in August is olive green.
Fluttering in my heart
The heart will sway a little.
Many friends have had military dreams.
Many friends walked into the camp.
Experienced once.
The memory of youth will have eternal beauty.
Is that you?
my friend
Your smile is pure.
Has anyone ever told you?
Some people like it hot.
Melted the moon and stars.
Shining with the light of memories
Sublimate in the poetry at night
We are in the same world.
The wind starts here.
Come to your side
Brought my language.
Can't you sleep tonight?
Because of that soldier's history
Is an indelible mark
Loud bugles will reverberate in dreams.
The day that August begins.
Accompanied by rain
Moisten the earth
Moisturize memory
So at night.
There are blessings floating quietly.
Pray for tomorrow morning.
This kind of happiness is transmitted to your heart with the wind.
The feeling of autumn wind in August freely hangs the prosperity of leaves.
We already know the past of the feast.
It was the approach of autumn's return.
Began a whirlwind ending.
I am trying my best to find and keep the dream of spring.
But my vocabulary focuses on Hà Thu.
There is a touch of white in the blush of the residual flower.
If I can draw a picture for you
I am willing to devote my heart to sunny days.
A face of sweat soaked in hot feelings.
Remember that your most vivid beauty lies in
In the folding fan painting that is about to end.
I can order a drop of gentleman's dew this morning.
It hasn't cooled its memory with the idea of autumn.
Say goodbye to the warm feelings that melt bit by bit.
The dullness of time has no intention of running water.
My only inscription is behind sunset's wedding dress.
The faded night was endowed with a clear autumn moonlit night.
You know the color, I know the memory.
If you and I leave, there is still a drop of dew hanging on the wind chime on the window.
Silent autumn leaves fall.
I no longer wait at the corner of the street lamp.
I would like to carve it in the mottled corner of time.
Inclined eyes, the secret of reunion
My eyes have never left the thinness of Huang Ju.
The weight in my heart was left to the lock on the knocker.
If this autumn in August condenses tears on a feather,
I closed my eyes and remained silent.
It can gradually cool down. I'm ready.
Spend an autumn in the cold rain.
Long-term parting
Moss on the annual rings is waiting for resurrection.
Looking forward to August, early autumn is dragging a cloud.
Talk quietly with the stars and the wind
In the fringed moonlight
Full of talk and expectation.
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I stood on the high balcony.
Looking up at the sky, the stars shine
In the looming galaxy.
There's always one I'm chasing.
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Life is full of busyness and helplessness.
I like to use words to drive away vicissitudes or indifference.
Warm the cold in your heart with a faint book fragrance.
Bitterness and tiredness will be alive and fragrant under the action of words.
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Time is a tumbler.
Don't stay for anyone for a second.
Tanabata doesn't seem to have gone far.
The Mid-Autumn Festival is visible again.
//
An autumn rain and a hint of coolness.
The violets in the lotus pond are still looking around.
Walking through the world of mortals is like a dress.
Jiangnan Wupengchuan Qingshi Lane
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I really want to say it with a smile
The direction I want to say in my heart
Ink paper notes, laughter is fleeting.
Gentleness brings my expectation for August.
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