Late summer, half-season

At the end of the summer, the small town, hastily and outdated peace. --Inscription

The wind blew the leaves on the ground and swirled in front of the eyes. In the summer, the sun is always shining, but it is very bright. No wind and rain are swaying, only the grievances and premature aging leaves of the city people dance in the air. Time, finally calm down; birds, also soaring in the dimly hot sky. This summer, I faded the child's innocent body and gradually learned to fly.

Summer flowers are still as open as ever.

Another year, inadvertently flashed fourteen summers. Those dark and confused colors are precipitated in the flowery flower season. When the sun that never changes is hidden behind the mountains, the warm red sunset glows through the trees and scatters.

When the lotus in the pond is in full bloom, the river is falling and the stone is coming out. The young grass on the river is green, and there is a kind of sweetness that penetrates the hearts of the people. The beautiful, bustling streets that pass by in a hurry seem lonely. Walking in the most dazzling forest path in the afternoon sun, walking on the day of the second hand, rushing without losing the peace and enjoyment.

Summer, stuffy, the sun is so heartbreaking. It chased the pace of passers-by in a hurry. In the noisy crowd, who will fall in the sweat gathered in the Yijiao.

The sun is quietly scattered with light and heat, and time seems to be waiting for it. Waiting for people is no longer busy.

Looking back at the scenery that has passed, like a silent black and white movie, record the bit by bit. At the moment when the time was fixed, the passers-by had no language and no clear expression. This summer seems to have been stretched indefinitely, connecting every intersection, hiding the way, and the end of the invisible is looming.

In this summer, time is like standing in this silent blind spot, you can quietly look at the slight messy pace of each passer-by, and sort out the past.

The summer will be exhausted, I will clearly touch the years. The hasty but steady pace makes me awake and feels that the ignorant years have passed. It was a waste of time, but it left a trace.

The sky is still like this, the birds are still soaring silently. The cloud is speechless and silent. I heard a voice in the distance calling, it is a kind of expectation and watch, it is a kind of spiritual pillar. I ran to the distance, but it was always like this.

Open a new page of calendars and pass through one day. Li Qiu discovered that this summer has passed away, maybe it will not go with me.

Summer flowers bloom so much, this summer's dusk is still as quiet as the old. In the bright world where the clear and quiet eyes of the young birds in the bushes are reflected, we are all passing through the distant world. They always run in fantasy, always smashing and scarred, always laughing and saying nothing, I have dreams.

This summer, the time is in the mist of the mist. In all kinds of moments, we know how to grow, learn to fight, no longer fear the pain, learn to smile.

According to Mo.

The third day: Yi Mo