text: Imagination in the rain
I walked from the deep sea, holding a deep wisp in my hand; I walked from the horizon, holding a white flower in my hand. Looking back, autumn is flowing quietly, with light yellow pieces falling into dust. My heart returns to the earth and no longer cares about the heat of summer.
The early morning star shines in my eyes, and the first ray of rays of light shines on the deep blue sky. The sea of heart is rippling, and the fireflies are shining.
My heart has long been on the wandering road, my luggage is empty, and the beauty along the way is occasionally in my eyes. I don’t think about where it is ahead, but I just want to wander around and find the peaceful and peaceful way to nourish my heart.
The butterflies in the winter, reminisce about yesterday's romance in the greenhouse. Spring flowers are in full bloom, can you have nostalgia in the past?
The bird in the cage is still longing for the vastness of the blue sky? Can broken wings still fly?
Will the little fish in the sea of books be tired? The fragrance of ink is lingering, and whether the heart is still the same as yesterday.
The beat of heartbeat in the light and shadow is dim, and a orange yellow. Where does your heart return to a warm and quiet night? The desire in the text has a fatal temptation.
In the quiet night, a drop of ink fragrance falls into the heart lake, and the dry heart hopes for nectar. The seedlings broke through the ground, and I seemed to hear the sound of my soul flying.
No one can avoid mediocrity, everyone likes comfort, but how can my stubbornness make my heart sink?
The morning sun shines on the eyelashes, and the charming stars reflect into the eyes. Time flies, light and shadow flow through the fingers, time is getting thinner, and the years are haggard and withered.
The old tree recalls the green onions, and the essence of time is concentrated. Follow the footsteps of a leaf, from spring to winter.
Texts accompany you, and your lonely heart is stranded in the smooth forest. The white sails returned, and the boats docked in the harbor. The home of the heart is peaceful and peaceful.
Find a warmth in the autumn sun and be a lazy kitten. On the blue tiles, there are a line of small words, and a journey of thought. The afterglow of the sunset is still wandering in the words and refuses to leave.
Autumn frost is getting farther and winter snow is coming. The snowflakes flying all over the sky are cold and noble, and my soul sings in the words. A crystal shining light, and pieces are white and flawless. May I be immersed in the pure and pure affection and convert my heart.
The heart flies in the sky of words, looking at the mountains, water, and white clouds, and enjoying the rain, moon and endless autumn colors. My heart is gentle and elegant, living in a corner of time, and is filled with the fragrance of books.
May the words and soul be integrated into one, and are as moist as pearls. May the road of my heart be no longer muddy and bumpy, and the road is smooth and beautiful.
#Telebrity Creation Challenge#
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