Spring sorrow

The night sprouted a new shoot, the grass stretched out the small brain loan, and the water gradually began to wake up, even the old tree uncle also took off the clothes and installed a new one and me? Yesterday, today is the same, no change.

On the spring night, the stars of the sky reveal the sultry light to you; the spring breeze touches me, as if you are touching the scars in your heart; the fireflies illuminate the gray road ahead; the green leaves are You accompanied the "Life Symphony" and the river also understood me. The ripples rushed to the shore and walked on the quiet mountain path. The dim light was shining on the body. It was so desolate; strolling in the quiet field road, the bright moonlight On the body, it is so cold.

Standing in the stern, only the reeds along the river with the faithful shadows of me lost the former beauty; the frogs by the river no longer scream; the moon in the air also lost yesterday's chastity. Standing on the horizon of the innocent, the wheat ears lost their vitality in the wind; on the distant hillsides, the tall and standing trees did not sway in the wind; the streams flowed through the fields but lost their former happiness.

The spring night is dark and cold, and everything seems to be quiet in this silent world. The bird flew, the grass fell, and my heart was cold at the same time. Is it the wind? Is it moonlight? Or is that cold river water making me so sad?

Not only is this the case, but my heart is also like this. How can I restore them to the past? A meteor crossed, I am still like this, still the small sand in the dust, only unconscious drifting, drifting...