Cut half of the morning light, hug an empty alley, through the alley, a hot and lively, like a beauty in a fairyland.
I love rain and prefer raindrops woven into drops that make people sentimental. The rain fell silently, and the heart was silent. Every time at this time, in the midst of it, you can find a perfect rainy season, in the wet earth, blooming beautiful light. Therefore, with a cherish, standing in the rain, perceiving the depths of life. Watch the clouds in the sky obscuring the rainbow.
The rain is falling without a shadow, and the stars are scattered and sparse. A tight and cold blow came, and the rain fell without a trace. It's in the winter, down, down, down, the sky seems to be particularly energetic.
Suddenly, a burst of cherry blossoms bloomed in the mountains. The rain fell one after another, and the petals rained. The corner of the road has long been cleaned by the road surface.
Oh, it's the season of blossoms. In this way, I am not afraid of next year's rain, although it still waits in that rain curtain when it arrives, looking forward to it. However, I know that its flowering period is long overdue.
And I, for the rain scene is not very rare, but few people know its secrets. The rain fell on the halo, and in an instant, the people's eyes were very long, so short that I was soaked by the rain and exposed to the cement floor, and I didn't know that summer was coming. I just wanted to see its petals, but didn't bloom proudly on the bare branches, expecting another petal to bloom in its entirety.
Thinking like this in the silent night, my lover missed silently in this night. It was another rainy night, and thoughts came with a rain of flowers.
Cut half of the morning light, hug an empty alley, in the smoke, find a shallow elegance, listen to the pleasant sound of the stream, and see the moon in the sky. Let the breeze slip away from my fingers and bring it to my dreams.
I think of Zhang Xuechi's forbearance and heroism. At this moment, in the inky night, the moonlight and the stars flickered, and under my watery moonlight, my eyes lingered in the moonlight. The deep night sky, the pure and beautiful night sky, the bright moon, like a ghost, floating in the moonlight, let me indulge in the moonlight intoxicated night, do not know the way back.
I sat quietly in the moonlight, letting the moonlight be embedded under my collar, a smile, a shallow smile, a shallow smile, like a dream. My thoughts flowed in the shadow of the moon, transforming into a wisp of fragrance that drifted with the wind, and then drifted, far away, wandering in the virtual world.
I like the clear glow of the moon, that soft and quiet, as beautiful as moonlight, soft as water, smudging my skin, let me feel the beauty of life in my imagination, let me forget myself in the confusion and taoran. I like to read books, like to visit the paradise in books, like to read books Chinese people's wonderful ideas.
I like the light treading path under the moon, the moonlight is soft as water, the soft and light moonlight, like a white cloud, like a transparent girl shyly waiting for my heart to bloom, let me love, quietly waiting for your appearance in the moonlight.