Original author: Zeng Linsong| Inner Mongolia Alxa League
Love that goes away with the wind
Many times I want to hug
But he just nodded his head slightly
Many times I want to kiss deeply
But only a polite shake of hands
Many times I want to talk and stop
Let silence bury the passion
The magma of love tumbles and surges within for millennia
But it never erupted
The bud of love has not yet bloomed
It was all spring red
Recite a sad verse to masturbate
Tong Ange's singing voice came from his ears
I'm afraid I can't afford to be true to you
So don't dare to get too close to you!
Many times think of it as reserved and rational
Deep down, he scolded himself for being cowardly and hypocritical
Many times in the sky of emotion
Like the free birds singing and chasing
But in reality, it is like two trains
Gallop on their respective tracks
Passing by in the sky
Many times chant praise at the yellow leaves in the autumn wind
But never kiss its fragrance in the spring
Many times let the snowflakes fall early
Imprisoned the rushing river of life
Let the waves hide under the snow and ice
Many nights remembered
There are flowers that can be folded straight and folded, and there are no flowers to fold branches!
I sighed involuntarily
A trace of bitterness like smoke filled his eyes
Many times in drunken dreams
Came to the Qinhuai River in the shadow of the pulp sound lamp
The dusty strings play a tender melody in the heart
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Zeng Linsong, a lover of literature.