(1)
opens the window and closes it again.
repeated several times, just want to invite some sunshine in.
The West Wind is too cruel, and the branches are nowhere to be left, and they still refuse to give up.
There is too little poetry in Qinghan, and some melancholy breath spreads in the loneliness, unsure of what to do with the ups and downs of the mood.
Fortunately, there is warm sun, golden light is shining, everything is bright.
The bottom of the window catches a strand, which still makes the moss green, thin and dying grass with dead branches, how many heartbeats, even the old things.
A strand drilled in the crack of the door, diagonally like a plain string, and when I wiped the dust off, I flicked a clear tune.
Every note, braving the green and yellow buds of vegetation.
2)
A lyrical bird flying in the path of existence and forgetting.
Life is not easy. People who can run on the road should also be happy. At least, there is a reason to run.
I pushed time into silence, and began to face the cruelty of reality in a peaceful manner.
Before, my verses were nailed with heavy wings, and every time I flew, blood and tears flowed.
Nowadays, in the face of love and humiliation, my soul and body get along with each other tacitly, and my frustrated days have become beautiful 小令 .
Writing is also writing heart. Words are a person's state of mind, and sad emotions will be a disaster. The feelings are elegant and the writing is quiet and gentle.
See more beautiful things, and the words written are flowers blooming.
three)
Across the mountain, across the water, across the distant view.
Fallen leaves are walking in their own sky, and my mind is polished on the way back from fallen leaves, walking dry roads, water roads, and the shortest road in my soul, moving closer to you.
Have you set off?
Once upon a time, I built my love within the surrounding walls, but most of the time, I was silent.
Until I hear you turn into a white snowflake, with six crystal ears, you can hear the call of the soul. I can't wait to knock on your door.
My splash of emotions are dumped on the road you are going to walk on, and what is parked in front of you is my yearning.
Have you set off? I hope that at a zebra crossing, we face each other with the same magnetic field.
4)
Walk a few steps further, and Snowflakes' letterhead will open.
Thin bird claws, turning the season of treetops. In winter, the wind blew my door lintel and eaves.
I have been waiting, the letterhead of snowflakes, that cool and slender gentleness, can soothe my empty heartbeat.
Open the letter paper of snow, stand together with pure verses, green wheat seedlings, marveling at his snow-white gauze, and his eyes are shining with clean light.
I'm ready, first use dried branch plum to dye the fragrant snow paper, and then rub the soft verses with bamboo sticks. The moonlight in my body is also taken out. The dialogue between two clean souls will definitely leave a pure harmony in my life.
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