【Rose Blossom】 Text: Falling snow stains dust
Source: Tang in the smoke wave
In early May, early summer meets late spring, and twilight is probably the best time, warm and slightly cool.
The evening wind gently blows into the streets and alleys, through the sea of people, the dusk naturally quietly spreads, the transparent blue begins to dim, and the darkness slowly penetrates.
As we walked through the long street smelling of fireworks and turned into a quiet alley again, A rose rose was encountered on the side of the road wall. I don't know which person who loves flowers planted such a large piece, let it be wanton, and climbed out, a piece of pink on the white wall, a faint incense.
Unfortunately, the encounter was a little late, and the pink flowers were already a little white, and some of them had failed at close range. The petals scattered in the wind and fell into dust.
So, the rose blossoms have bloomed, have you seen it in the distance?
There was only a day or two away from summer, the night was getting shorter and shorter, and there were too few thoughts to say to the bright moon. So I want to tell you, when the flowers bloom, can you take a little spare time and look at them?
There is no need to meet, there is no need to appear, all the times that can be remembered are the best times. I'll tell you it's snowing in the winter, and I'll tell you the moon is full again at night.
And now, I want to say, the rose blossoms (I'm thinking of you).
About the Author
Falling snow stains dust
A person who is accustomed to memories, a person who is accustomed to not being able to put it down, a red dust passerby who is upside down and displaced. Three thousand passers-by, ten zhang red dust, meeting you is fate, thank you for your liking.
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