Blue (3)

After the rain, the sky is still dusty, the sky is blue, and the sun is mixed with a little bright.

The air is very fresh, surrounded by moist, cool and floating in the air.

The moss marks on the old bluestone board are more and more green, and the green can drip out the water.

Some moldy wooden houses crawled on attached plants, very green and very clean.

Some memories are incomplete, is memory still starting to lack oxygen?

Light blue oxygen, no one can lose.

No one can leave the blue sky;

No one can leave the night sky of the ink blue;

No one can leave the deep blue sea:

No one can leave the light blue oxygen.

Some moods are like being tempted, and I am used to being alone.

As someone said, at least, quiet.

The world is less embarrassed, just fine; more noisy, especially annoying.

The world is less blue, too active; more blue, very happy.

I, a child who is blue-eyed, yes, I am already in the blue.

Look, that rainbow, how beautiful! The brilliance of the seven colors is extraordinarily brilliant.

However, behind the splendour is a large piece of blue that makes me a little dizzy.

The children only thought that the rainbow was very eye-catching, but the background was forgotten.

I called blue under the sky, but I was mad by other children.

Perhaps, the original mood was dimmed by time and changed color.

Yes, memory begins to lack oxygen.

However, the blue carried oxygen and escaped.