One
The night wind is cold, and the winter rain is like apricots
Sitting alone in the living room, looking out, looking at the windowsill
Thoughts in the silence, gently tapping open, a dusty past
Deep and shallow, with warm shallow marks and deep sorrows
Involuntarily, sigh softly
Yesterday haunts the heart like a thousand wisps
Although there are injuries
But it's just as warm
At this moment, the lonely and cold body and mind
Two
The wind blows through your fingertips, calling the pace of the years
In this living room, which was originally somewhat quiet and slightly depressed
Issued, a call of your own
At this moment, moods and emotions are entangled in madness
In a state of pity, he slipped off a piece of paper copy on the table
Look, sigh
Xu, everything in life is like this dropped paper
Although it has long been full of things
However, it still cannot be changed
Never can't help but choose the ending yourself
If the thought falls, it is also like falling
Three
At night, wash the water to make tea, slow down
Listen to the urban symphony coming from the window
I thought to myself, although I am in a prosperous place
However, as long as you have the heart, you can still enjoy the time saved in the complexity
Or take a leisurely stroll, looking at the sky above, the clouds are cirrusing the clouds
Or walk into the street, in the sea of people, watch the floating and living
Otherwise, just like me
In this living room, boil water and drink tea, enjoy this rare leisure
In fact, what is the need of life
Simple and simple, chai rice oil and salt are sufficient
Can
Four
Winter nights, the wind is cold
Alone on the street, look, the car is like a stream
Appreciation, the plant in winter
I thought, the day is busy, and what a pleasure
Sigh, such a sight
Wait for a few hours, only idle, can also be released
Five
The night is colorful, and the lonely shadow is like a swallow
Sighing in the world, like water flowing for years, it is difficult to have good dreams
Sighing, I haven't slept deeply for a long time, but I feel the wind is cold
People are like duckweed, how envious, birds in the forest, ducks in the water, ducks in the reeds
Six
At the end of the year, I hate time, and I go on endlessly
Repent of the past, dream of love, heart, wine
Sigh, who to walk with after that
Ride the wind and come and go in a hurry
Then there is comfort, with whom to live
Seven
Taste fragrant tea at night, pen and paper fall ink
Informal, not seeking
I only wish to be able to send my heart to the mind, the dream state, the person I want
That's enough
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