Elf living in the wrong forest

You said, you are my guardian elf.

I said, we are all elves.

You said, I am an elf who lives in the wrong forest.
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Under the sky of the sky, a net lake rises in the breeze, and a little bit swaying, the wind is mixed with a few flowers, slowly blowing your feathers.

You hold a happy prescription in your hand, but your eyes are staring at the front of you.

I flew to your side and patted your shoulder: there is a happy recipe in the pharmacy to heal your sorrow.

You shake your head and stack the paper stacks into the pile of fluffy grass and stop at the lake.

You sighed a little and looked at me gently with the always sad and bright eyes and told me your story.

The warmth of the song is floating in the gloomy forest. Green grass and blue sky, there are sweet songs, everything is like a fairy tale, beautiful is not true.

"Baby, don't go far, it's late, go home later!"

Naughty as you, always feel annoyed about your mother's jealousy.

At the same age as flowers, you bravely run forward and look for more beautiful scenery.

The sun gradually hid into the mountains, revealing only half of the face, and the flowerbed of the evening flower was shaking gently.

You laugh at the scenery you have never seen before, the sunset, the sea, the beach, and confidently tell yourself that the future of dreams will bloom in spring.

It is getting darker, the sun is gone, and the evening sun is quietly blooming. You are flying fast, wanting to fly back to the original place, eager to throw into the mother's arms.

However, all this is just futile.

In the vast forest, there is silence. Between heaven and earth, only you are crying low.

A little blue light is projected into your heart, and you struggle to take off and throw it into my arms.

Since then, you have lived in the lost forest, and I am facing each other. You only love to sit on the lakeside, sigh slightly, watch the flowers bloom, cloud clouds and clouds, geese go to the geese back, and occasionally drop a few transparent teardrops.

This can not help but make me suspicious, this clear lake should not be the tears of your sadness?

You lean against my shoulder, say, pity, thank you, you are my guardian elf.

I smiled, we are all elves.

You closed your eyes and said, I am an elf who lives in the wrong forest.

I caress your green feathers. You are an elf who lives in the wrong forest, but has more care.

You look up at me, your eyes flash, your breath is relaxed, and your smile is like a flower.

The third day of Liandi Middle School, Chaoyang District, Shantou, Guangdong: Wandering