Time darkroom

The wind chimes are light. The shadow of the night faded from the sky, and the dream with the figure of lovers flew out of my mind and disappeared in the bright sky. When the curtain was rolled, a window of green slope surrounded by mountains. Attractive Chenxu, with rosy hands, is coming to the grassy slope to cheer the sheep. Swaying grass leaves saw their own death, but affectionately extended to the raised lips. The sheep stepped on the flowers, the flowers, and still hugged sheep hooves kiss, just like I was abandoned, but I always loved those who abandoned me. Hold you in your dream, and the dream has a good face. When I woke up, the warmth of the lingering warmth beside my pillow was still there last night. I wanted to snuggle in your arms again, but you were no longer with me. The wine in the Cup in the eye is still there. The cigarette end on the ashtray burned out its last wisp of smoke, and the smoke sighed my sorrow… you left, I felt helpless melancholy, the world became narrow, and I locked myself in the net of missing. After three hundred and sixty-five days, it is still three hundred and sixty-five days. Every day implies my infinite thoughts and hopes… in the vast and narrow world, I am looking for you blankly, but I don’t believe that you can really forget my love? In this way, this quietly disappeared… once there was a proud figure on my way to the world; Once there was a pair of bright eyes, in the window of my heart; once there was a clear warm current, deep in my soul. When the Blue Sky drifted across a dark cloud, I used to run after the clouds crazily, only throwing the clouds in the shadow of the red dust. As a green shade. The clouds scattered, leaving my lonely footprints over the red sand road. You are like the shadow of Hai city, your appearance and your smile have gone away with the wind floating in the clouds and fog; Where can I find the hot kiss of meeting… but I am still waiting; that kiss also flew with your intoxicating breath… so I watched the figure you came back. My call echoed in the empty atmosphere, the distant tone, it was like the whine of Konggu, leaving only a sigh at last. In the hopeless waiting, gradually, I lost courage and returned to the coming time with a lonely heart. The late clouds melt into the boundless dusk, and the dazzling flowers on the roadside hide away, and the mountain only leaves its high figure; The river overflows the dam, flooding the road; The thick fog blocks my sight, there was darkness all around; No lights, no people. In the vast space, I stared at me in the lower world silently, showing that it was unpredictable and profound. Behind the clouds, the Moon showed a gray face, spreading cold light to me, making me feel more and more cold, more pain and despair. The north wind blew my trembling body down to the wasteland where weeds grew. An eagle was singing silent music in the air, and the crow was singing lamentations on the bald branches. I stayed under the big tree at night, only waiting silently for the dawn. The Red Dust Road full of roses! I was once deeply stabbed by the thorn of a rose. Although the needle did not stab my body, the pain was in my heart and has been treasured until now. I also dreamed that the rose in your hand fell down in the moonlight… looking up at the sky, the blue sky fluttered with white clouds that changed into illusion. Recalling the white clouds awarded by the teacher in the middle school …. throwing a wisp of sorrow and tightening the happy eyebrows; Bright a line of Good Hope, burning in the window of insomnia. Drizzling dusk. The endless sky, a piece of gray, a little raindrop, like a big bead curtain, reminds me of curtain, the girl in the story, her dream is woven in bead curtain, whisper to bead curtain and listen to bead curtain; As for me, I have had it, but it has become the past. The night was so quiet, while the rain was still singing and dancing, but I slept so sweetly!

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