I changed the color of the storm

If there is a pool in the pool, if there is a heart, what is the long rainy season?
——Zhang Xiaofeng

The blast hit the surface and the shower stopped.

I walked alone in the half-acre square pond stretched by the green clouds, letting the rain wet my fragile mood.

In the lotus pond of Qinglan, Honglian became a silent landscape, smiling and shimmering. Pour in the raindrops

Spit out the aroma.

Quietly staring at you, thinking of having the same peace as you.

In the terrible campus, the head is a boundless sea of ​​questions, but it is still in the dead classroom. Daily struggle is always not

As expected, unexpected failures are always too much, and the haze of life seems to make me vulnerable...

For a while, because of the pressure of going to school, I am far from you. Countless times the atmosphere of the test room, after countless exams

Great joy and great sadness - I lost in my own world. Although the reasons for struggle and hard work are lingering in my ears, the courage to go up will no longer come to me. Countless times I have been indifferent, and the melody of life is far from the ups and downs and waves... I can't help but envy you, the one who has a carefree life.

It was a late night, very quiet. Quietly only heard the sound of the moonlight dripping, only heard the sound of the thoughts breaking in the water...

It was not until the rainstorm that I realized that living in you is not always sunny. If the beastly raindrops are raging to you, the wind is coming to you, I think your life will stop there.

On a sunny day, passing quietly, I saw that the petals of the gelatin were ruinously ruined, and the emerald bilobes dissipated everywhere.

The mess was not broken, and the breeze barely propped up a cluster.

It is still the shallow pink, and it is still blooming after the rainstorm. What about me? Will it only face a storm? Health

I have never been quiet in my life. As long as I am in bloom, there is no reason to cry. The dissipating Biye seems to have both broken wings.

Converging a season of dreams.

Flowers may bloom but throughout the summer, but we can smile for a lifetime. Staring at your blooming figure, I learn to be like you

Change the color of the storm like that, smile like you in the rain.

A pool of lotus, a pool of silent songs - sing the most elegant melody in the wind and rain.

That light pink - colorful lotus pond, swaying dreams like poetry!

Third day: jjjlllkkkk