Spring blossoms, planted in the clouds

If it can't be my sun, don't get close to my lonely line. If you can't light the season, don't bring me sadness. I am used to getting on the road, and one person swallows all the hot. If I have tears in my eyes, it is the sand that is fascinated, and the salt has attacked my strength...

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Looking at the endless darkness, I don’t know how the colors of life in the flood are filled. So I took out the blank in a memory, sprinkled it on the endless sea, and opened a dragonfly, which is the soul of the elf, coming to me. The devil in my heart began to escape. I didn't want to talk, let them beat each other, and watched quietly. Maybe I have been freed, the sea in front is divided into two halves, one road is waiting for me to travel, no one is accompanying me...

Do you really have nothing, reach out, you are afraid to touch my gentleness? If I don't want anything, you are dodging behind the door? If you turn around, you can't look back? Give me a sad heart. Reasons! Whether I have become a wound you are afraid of, then I will retreat, then retreat, go alone...

The long night is lonely and the wind is long, the tears fall into the rain, the jade is thin, the red and the crisp hand-painted 眸, why is this prisoner? The lotus roots are all buckles, how many locks are smashed? Endless breaks! The full moon, the heart, the hard pillow, A cup of turbid wine, no tears first flow...

The rumor of a flower on the deserted site is a heartbreaking sound. The rain is still tilting, and my shadow is slanted with the lash. There are a lot of things, many people only have a glance, they feel that they are out of place, blocking their hearts with a brick, hate the extreme, but they are lingering. I am narrow, right is narrow, like the grass growing in the gap, although it is weak, but has its own style. Like the smell of the wind, gentle touch. But they will not let themselves become dependent, and they will not attach to anyone. What they can do is to love those they love and care about those who care about their own hearts. A little bit of a circle, like a messy mind, can't be clear. Ask the irrelevant person out of life, dawn, and the sky will be fine. If you don't care, please come out of my eyes...

The closer you go with winter, the more you look forward to spring blossoms. I planted my name in the cloud, so that after a cold wind, it will turn into snow, and it will be like a white butterfly. I know that such a life is fragile and short-lived, but it cannot be said that it is the most exquisite and gorgeous. I planted my heart in the clouds, the whole bunch of high-pitched, waiting for the moment when the fireworks bloomed, I began to ignite. I stood in the high cloud head, watching the slamming down, sipping songs, tears falling like stars. Let the heart of the heart be cut into a fly, broken into a gray elf in the eyes of the night.

I don't care about the gentleness of my hand, just like I can't catch the faint glow in the cold winter, I can only huddle in the corner, silly and dazed. The palms are engraved with thousands of mountains and waters, which is something I can't overcome. Even if I shake the prayer wheel every day, I know that God will not pity. I am eager to rotate the cycle of the seasons faster, and my full expectations are staring into the eyes of the stars, just like waiting for the full moon.

I planted the spring flowers in the clouds, waiting for the fragrance of the flowers to fall into my arms, the most urgent embrace, deep kiss. I don't allow anyone to come and peek, picking, the moon doesn't work either. Otherwise, he will pull out the sharp sword, stab it to its heart, and watch the blood flow a little. Waiting for you to become the most charming spring, I will stay at the intersection you must pass, so that no one can touch. I know that as soon as I climb my lips, you will reach my eyes. With your money, you can enjoy your love and laugh.

Think of you as a poem, thinking that it is you, but I was surprised to find that you are still a slogan. Although the personality is somewhat similar, I still want to let go of my sorrow, quietly admire your lotus pond, condense for your leaves, and meditate for your flower. Just three or two, spring came into the eyes, did not dare to touch, afraid of disturbing the sound of flowers, smashed the resurrection of color...

Waiting for me here, even if there are only indifferences in the years, we must abide by our commitments and stick to a persistent attachment. Create a garden in your heart, let the flowers be beautiful, pass your eyebrows, your smile is the language of spring. In the dying winter, there will still be two leaves standing side by side. That is the string I miss, calling you. Don't let the palm of your hand hold it again, just sleep in the net of love. No jealousy, dark fragrance, you are my dream, I am your bride. The smog is scattered, all the clouds will become passers-by, the thorns and thorns that have passed, just a smoldering fireworks in your eyes. Waiting for me here, I can see through the scenery, I just want to plant flowers in my heart. Clear the song with you, let the red dust like the clouds of the sky, have a colorful color.

Just like it, even if you are my treasure, I am your grass. Don't say that you are always old, just willing to go away. Just as the sun has always been reported on time, just like the moon lacks half of the face and will not escape. Just like a flower blossoming, it’s just like a silent sound, just like Yunshu Yunzhan’s only tune for the wind. Just like it, even if it is smeared, it is still the most beautiful Danqing sketch in the picture. Just like a fish in the lotus pond kisses the water grass, you don't need to hold your heart firmly, just like the pen and the ink are written together on the paper. Just like it, I am really afraid that a person will fall under zero in his dreams.

No one in my world can really understand, maybe I am a dream, away from the red dust, a pair of ridiculous eyes chasing the sun's light and shadow. The expectation of spring blossoms is just a faint pain that still does not give up...

Text: Sunny