The summer wind, blowing into my heart, made me feel like a dream.
The petals of the summer season, falling in my hand, make me feel sad in my heart...
On the days before you know it, the season of the summer solstice has long passed. The small department, the lazy summer wind, blows in the hot season.
I've always read my favorite books, done what I love to do, and wanted to see the scenery I wanted to see. Life should be so simple and casual. It was as if in an afternoon, just turned a few pages of books, and then it was like lying on a small table and taking a nap, and dreaming again, and the scene in the dream did not leave any vague impression. I just vaguely remember that in my dreams, the four seasons can alternate, and the sun and the moon can change.
Look, the lotus pond is full of lotus flowers, and the warm breeze is slightly drunk. At that time, I saw the clouds and the sun, and the starry sky and the bright moon. All of this, which extends to my heart, is beautiful, like a splendid flower affair, with a kind of entanglement that has been similar in the past life, and a kind of trance-like freshness, just adding some similar lotus petals, putting a little dream of youth and the fragrance of time, so that they reconcile together, into a feeling that I can never give up...
Years are slowly getting old. In this way, the days are like a book, one page after another, and then turn another page. In the vast books, I always feel the confusion of time, just like this moment, half dreaming and half awake in a trance dream, issuing an inexplicable sigh. Fortunately, every time the years say goodbye to me, it will leave a faint mark on my face.
I may have lost the good old days, but not nothing. Wake up, it's evening again...
- Good afternoon!