The traffic lights flashed at the intersection in turn. The crisp flower beds were in clusters, the red and yellow flowers decorated the green trees, and the noisy che di fled around mixed with rain paddles. The wandering people looked at the strange Street Garden and recalled the taste of hometown. The rain in spring came too suddenly, and the umbrella had not been prepared yet. The rain had already twined around, pulling and twisting. The constant Four Seasons came as scheduled, and the increasing annual rings added many memories. The Willows in the rain were sad and pitiful, and the bashful weather lost the paradise of birds. Drink a cup of breeze alone and sleep in the rain. Drink a wisp of fragrant wine and tears. The past days never come back, leaving all the princes to sober up and sigh. Rain is endless, tears are sleepless, falling red and leaves are lonely.

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The night I miss you, the wind is always soft, the moonlight shines into the window, shining light, as if telling me that I can find you, miss you, miss you. I came to your side through the moonlight and gently touched your face, hugged you affectionately, kissed you gently, and gradually intoxicated at night! Your handsome smiling face is back and forth in my mind, which makes me love and dream back! Why are you speechless when we meet each other, lonely to heartbreak? Night: You are also hurting me, sighing for me! Slowly put away the moonlight and return. Only the breeze is teasing, blowing me! In the early morning: I am sitting in the moonlight and open the laptop to write a letter (message) for you, which refers to knocking the keyboard to complain about my mind, and compresses it into a message; A line of words, a period of love; A piece of paper, I love words. I brushed a breeze to send my yearning for you, drawing a bird flying to your side; I would like to turn into a gust of wind, a shower, and I would like to call the wind and rain for you! Raise a pen to prove that I miss your night. Moves 2013-4-28

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The silent encounter is as short as a meteor, and unconsciously you have disappeared from my sight. Occasionally, you are still circling in my memory, and there are still some feelings in my heart, a little uncomfortable, and I still think of you inexplicably. I don’t know why I wrote it into words to record, maybe you will never see it, or you will never know my mood at that time. I always want to use a way to forget and tell myself that it is not worth it. When a person calms down, he is thinking about you and your 1.1. What is the mood? It is a kind of way to find a way to tell its unhappiness and sadness after being injured. Time is the medicine for healing wounds. Then who is the medicine for me? People who sleep soundly in the middle of the night have already fallen asleep, and some people go to sleep again and again. But some people are in a daze there. I recorded the past, the heartbroken memories, the passers-by of life, and the life I had to face. It was such a society that cast me and my mentality. I told myself that the sky tomorrow is still very clear, maybe some people are just two lines that never meet you. You are always out of reach.

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