Say goodbye to sentimentality, I will be stronger

The last blue smudge of the sky is in the sky, turning around, and the sadness in my heart smashes the face of laughter...——Inscription

Step by step, walking on the yellowed dirt road, the sad melody in the headphones is echoing, occasionally looking at the sky, and occasionally looking into the distance, every movement is interpreting sadness, the fingertips in the air are strong, gaze I have traveled far away, I don’t know when I have been like this...

After the birds in the forest are scattered, the clouds float in the sky, leaving a lonely loneliness to the river, and the smoke and rain are in the middle of it. The woman who has been fascinated by the glory is still glaring at the quaint tunes. She is not lonely. Gently licking the river and watching it vent from the fingers, the slightly cool river dampened the heart and dampened the memory. In the distance not far away, seeing the woman with a happy face, I seem to think that I should try that too.

The window sill that was smashed by the moonlight, with a pale yellow shimmer, gently touched every ph of dust, I feel, but no longer sentimental...

The warm sun shines through the glass window, gently touching my face, opening my eyes, and the birds outside the window remind me that it is a new sun.

The bangs in front of the forehead rolled up a roll and smashed a tall ponytail, revealing a complete face, and I was so clear in spring. Walk up to the highest mountain, stand closer to the sun, yell - hello, sunrise.

Step by step on the yellowed dirt road, there is no longer a sad melody in the headphones. Looking at the sky, the most beautiful floating cloud in the sky is my dream of driving into the distance. Picking up the toes and looking into the distance, the highest point on the opposite side is the target of my next departure.

Sentimental and strong, I chose the latter, so when the storm came, I bowed my head and didn't sorrow. When the lightning flashed, I calmed and didn't tremble, so 'Strong' became my alias.

The geese swept through the sky and took a bit of loneliness. The shallow marks of the sputum told me not to lose direction - learn to be strong.

The last blue of the sky was lost in the sky, turned, changed the face of the sun, and greeted a more feminine sunset with a smile...

Huang Du finished the third day: Luo Ting