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Lost acacia, worried about the red beans

Tonight it rained lightly, and the rain was permeated with a breath of acacia, and the calm heart was dragged by the fingers, in the delicate grid, knocking down the prosperity of a lifetime, silently a lifetime of love. Dissolving into the night, leaning against the window, and the moment the wind passed by, worries and thoughts quietly climbed up to the heart between the eyebrows.

Lost acacia, worried about the red beans

The cold shoulders revealed the thin loneliness, the breeze drizzled and the rain fell, and the faint shadow of the heart had been trampled at this time. It was as if there was a murmur in the wind, so I closed my eyes slightly, to feel the dialogue between the heart and the heart thousands of miles away, as if the ancient song echoed on the broken strings.

Lost acacia, worried about the red beans

I want to give loneliness a pair of wings, let my thoughts fly in the wind and rain, listen to a love song, and gently moan a shallow lament. I would rather keep a paper lintel and watch the wind weave a curtain of smoke and rain with fibrous hands, but unfortunately I can't hold up a small umbrella of oil paper, guarding your way home, only to let the wind hurt my eyes.

Lost acacia, worried about the red beans

It is still the rich autumn wave in the Lily Garden, still the light moon on the broken wall of the ancient city, still the green path under the Cuihua Mountain, still the look back that makes you smile, I don't know who forgot the silk embroidered handkerchief on the smoke and rain dusk road.

Lost acacia, worried about the red beans

That night the wind blew away the green silk, when the acacia flew under the fingertips, when the melody of "Three Lives and Three Lives" shattered into the yanran of the place, when the prosperity and withering had become the past, let the smoke and rain turn over all the memories in the happiness, and songs, books, and sighs. The blue bird does not pass on the letter from the clouds, the lilac is sad in the rain, the thinning is acacia, and the red beans are worried.

Lost acacia, worried about the red beans

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