The years passed are streams that once flowed barefoot Full stop Although they have passed away, they still ring in their ears Full stop. It is a gardenia swaying forever in my dream Full stop It quietly smells sweet in the middle of the night and gives me the purest and purest smile Full stop In the moonlight, I catch a few hidden away with the stars Full stop.
Reading Zhang Ailing's "Poetry and nonsense", there is a passage like this: Zhou Zuoren translated a famous Japanese poem: "Summer night is like bitter bamboo, bamboo details are dense, in an instant, then dawn. "I advise my aunt to read it again Full stop My aunt is a typical" light intellectual ".After reading it, she shook her head and said she did not understand. Then she thought to herself," Since she is so famous, there must be something there. "? But maybe. A person who is famous to a certain extent has the right to talk nonsense.. "Every time I see the last sentence, I will involuntarily laugh out loud, inexplicably like this sentence, also because of this sentence, read this article many times. Suddenly feel inexplicable like a person may be from his point of view!
Before the stage, the rain was very intoxicated and smashed on the steps in front of the house, breaking all the tender feelings.. June is a rainy sky. I'd like to drink a glass of red wine. Although you are not here, the moonlight is not there. Fortunately, there is a window of misty rain. In the afternoon alley in curvaceous and soft, the wind inside whispers softly to Drizzle. The old rose is spreading green in the hedge. Yesterday's intensity seems like a long time ago. If you don't think about it, it is there.. Just then, the classmate sent a photo and left a message saying, "I am afraid you miss me, so I sent you some.". A smoke and rain drunk into the bouquet, branches swaying light joy.
We agreed on Let's Not, but we still kept leafing through the information.. It was agreed not to stay away, but my heart was still crying.. Some emotions are infatuation and experience desolation.. I'm just a pyrotechnic girl with low eyebrows, just want to put you into words.. The joy around your fingertips, let the rain go to The Hearts Connect With String, send out ding-dong ding-dong shallow joy, like fish playing in the stream inside, shook his tail, drum gills, satisfiedly vomit bubbles, when you come, suddenly dive into the bottom, in a clump of grass inside, peep at your worry . I learned to throw sadness to the bottom of the valley, the kind of abyss, moved to Mount Tai to block the exit, sprinkled a piece of moonlight attentively, planted lily and lily. If it escaped by luck, I decided to use the strongest weapon in the world-purity and fragrance, let it poison the marrow into the marrow beyond cure, and then dressed in white and joy to form a union.. You came here, under the moon, to pick a basket of bunting, full. (责任编辑：admin)