Tears

If Bohai loves his life, he slips away from the hollow and hates himself. Tears scatter the ends of the sea, and then splashed Fanghua to stay injured.

--Inscription

You are the teardrop in my eyes, and I have already cut off the lingering with the eyes. Only the cold blue is still gazing at the traces of your dripping. The last drop of tears left the silent sadness. When you left, I knew your tenderness, your beauty. The love and vows of the past have only been reminiscent of heartache. The place where you left to go is always the illusion that my eyes can't trace.

You are the teardrop in my eyes, and I have lost the meaning of being in the eyes. You leave silently, so that I can no longer shed the last tear for you. You took my last tear and made me cry forever. The dry eyes can only shed tears in my heart. Think of the legend of Liang Zhu, turned into a blur of tears. The tears of the tears of the West Window have long been annihilated by the last tear. The moment you drips, it is the memory of my sorrow. The chaotic thoughts are swept away in tears, leaving only the lack of memory and the beauty of imperfections. Let your drop is a fault that I can't make up. I can only pray for you in the clouds and bless you.

You are the teardrop in my eyes, and I have already broken off the tie with my heart. In a hurry, I can no longer pick you up and take you back. If I can take back the tears, I am willing to go from the cloud to Purgatory. The splendid tears reflect the sadness and loss of my heart. My eyes are empty and my heart is empty. When you are in my tears, you are very clear, the world is very vague; now, the world is clear, but you put on a layer of yarn. The cry of the clouds is my thoughts on tears. The call of my heartbreaking lungs was only painful and painful.

You are the teardrop in my eyes, you are innocently broken in the arms of the flowers, the care of the lotus pond. Your safe landing is the embarrassment in my heart, washing away the sadness in my heart. You have nourished everything, but it has made me very lost. You in the eyes of the ancients have become a disaster, and you have become the tear in my heart. The smile in your memory is a barrier that I can never cross. The beauty of Liang Zhu is just a trace of your dripping. You reflect the radiance of the sun not only does not make my heart feel warm, but also makes me feel her glare. The young age of the heart has become a distant memory, and it can only be remembered. In the double eyes, your vague figure is the only thing you leave me with.

Tears, dripping, you are still my only last tear. You have been immersed in my eyes and have left me with memories of you. The ripples of your swaying in my heart can't be dispersed for a long time, afraid that it will last forever, forever...

Sun Wen, a small sixth grader in Haishu District, Ningbo, Zhejiang, China: Lu Yizhen