A liquid, in clear eyes, becomes a kind of pain.
Facing the loess, we end the distance with imagination.
A fictional inspiration, playing piccolo sideways, turned into a heavy fossil under the guidance of a shepherd boy.
In the rainy season, the sparse and oblique rain is our tears falling from the window.
For a spirit, you are upright and upright, becoming eternal with a forward posture, shooting down the sharp shrapnel that breaks the tranquility and driving away the rich smoke that erodes daydreaming.
In the preface of a story, everything is imperceptible. In the vast green, we watch your loyalty, eagerness and respect.
We are chewing a story, a spiritual legend, and roaring happily on the land covered with five-star red flags.
All sighs bloom for you.
2)
Open an umbrella, in the rainy atmosphere, candlelight tears.
At this time of year, there is bound to be an ancient pain that gently touches the rut of young people. Whether you are 20 or 30 years old, it is a tragedy to be decorated with a cup of loess.
The criss-crossing roads are filled with emotion, distant hometown songs are floating in the distant cold wind, and a flower is heartbroken in the rain of music.
Green mountains and green waters are just a background, like flames and steel guns, like flowing clouds and cold rain. In the gradually illusory emptiness, mourners add more pain and more sorrow.
In our dull and painful silence, cowards covered their bent backs with straw hats. ...
A seed, sprouting next to your sleep, shows off your faith with a kind of vitality and interprets life in an easy-to-understand way.
We feel the ugliness in our souls. For perfection, we put the umbrella aside and let the rain wash it away. ...
3)
Outside the door touched by the line of sight, a red candle pierced the bone marrow with tears and rain, and the residual wine of new poetry grew into a forest of philosophy.
Nothing can stop us from thinking about guitars, shotguns and horses and singing that solemn and stirring song. Whether it is life or death, it must be beautiful.
Our eyes are shining, and every cell in our heart and blood is burning. ...