Floating dream

Even the beautiful rainbow will be fleeting, even if the strong moth has a phototaxis, even in the flash of life will be like a dream.

Open the gauze in front of you, this time, I finally saw your cheeks, the brows of the lock, the vicissitudes of the face, and the long flowing hair of your wind. What are you thinking about in the moonlight? You hold a jug and look at the moon and hate it for a long time: "Hey! The knife cuts off the water and flows more, and the toast is more embarrassing."

The clear lake reflects your face and there is still no smile. Time has been quiet for a long time. You suddenly burst into laughter, as if you have seen something! But I clearly saw your eyes full of tears, but the tears are not willing to fall!

"There is a pot of wine in the flower, and there is no blind date. The toast is invited to the moon, and the film is made into three people. When you wake up, you will be happy, and after the drunk, you will be scattered." Why is it so sad, looking at your eyes, he seems to me. Said, "Life is just like this, red dust, old things, why worry more!" I looked at you calmly, I understand this feeling, like a dream, after the dream, everything disappeared.

I walked by your side, the wind blew your hair, I can't see your face. "Who are you?" I asked indefinitely.

"Why must you meet each other!"

I have a dream for a thousand years, dream back to Datang, just for a look at your style. A frivolous life is like a dream. Although you leave some poems that are popular, they are full of sadness. I have no regrets, no complaints, and the road is my choice, even if I am infected by this sad emotion. It’s just...hey! Loneliness can only save oneself, want to scream, and suppress makes me unable to speak.

"Before the bed, the moonlight, the suspect is the ground." I don’t know who’s in the courtyard, a little girl with a shofar is sitting on the bench and carrying this poem that is familiar with the heart, but she doesn’t understand this. The sadness in it.

Third grade: whisper