a curtain of dreams

At night, a meteor passes through the dark night sky, leaving a long mark that illuminates the sky and the soul of the dreamer. I closed my eyes and quietly shared my dreams with the meteor...

The curtain of the dream is opened, and it is a vast and innocent grassland. It is a good place to plant poetry. It has the most free wind and the purest sky. The wind ran the sky on the shoulders, and the sporadic flowers accompanied by the grass were mad and full of green eyes.

There is a song called "Let's watch the grassland with you." The lyrics are not sure whether they were written by the prairie people, but what is certain is that those who write lyrics and composing are all passionate and passionate people who are good at lyrics. "Because, we have a relationship in this life, let me have a wish, wait until the most beautiful season in the grassland, to accompany you to see the grassland, to see the green grass, to see that..." At this moment, I don’t need anyone to accompany me, fantasy can make me The perfect experience of the grassland with the dream

In the distance, the head of the shepherd’s mouth is full of smiles, one by one, the song that can’t be blown! A tender, a delicate, green dew with dewdrops, rippling on the horizon. Advise you not to drink the clear spring of the grassland, because the sweetness of the silk will make you lose the ability to chew over the years, or taste the salted milk tea of ​​the Wrangler, and leave scars that can be caught in your mouth. Doubt, here is not a paradise that too many people yearn for, that is a spiritual day, soaring the eerie's roar, no dust, full of glassy birds and flowers.

The golden dusk, the camel is agile and the sky is dark. Lying on the grassland, looking deep into the translucent blue sky, listening to the poetry of the pastoral, greedily sniffing the fragrance of flowers and plants, embracing the earth, the reality of the picture seems to be shown in the dream.

On the empty grassland, grazing your own youth; grazing the colorful years; grazing a little trouble...

Open your eyes, the intoxicating smile on your face has not passed away, but the color dream that has been with you for a long time must be dusted again, and then buried deep inside. Quietly, I dare not let anyone notice that I am afraid that the Wuling County fishermen in Tao Yuanming’s pen will miss the opportunity to enter the good environment again.

Finally, put on another smile and continue your unfinished work...

Third day: Zhou sounds