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Most likes autumn clear. Think about it, the moonlight flowing down, her empty Ming, dyed the White Dew, flakes Feishuang, awaken the cricket, telling the story began. The long night, no longer lonely. Bank head lights in the distance a blink, like the sleepy eyes. Maple leaf, it is red in the face, but in the night is no longer shy, I whispered, impatient temper, then rise and dance in a happy mood. If a few more sound crows, is the best, take the guest the lonely, intoxicated visitors will MPLS.
Prowl, lest scattered this like nature itself -- highest quality of poetry. On the elbow thinking, began with the month together to.
Only a short while ago, like the moonlight like water, like a walking tour tribunal, like the water algae weed. Past the most often go to is the small square, invited one or two friends, and incidentally open talk heart be in a leisurely and carefree mood, need not prepare food and wine, can stay up till midnight. Primary school, middle school, high school, here we have the starting time of the dream; childhood, juvenile, youth, here are we back to read. Part company each going his own way here, come back here, just from here to sleep, wake up from here. Chat tired, swing swing, two, two...... From his dream washing up, back to reality, was not sleepy, looked up, but I saw one or two stars, not see the moon...... Say this evening playing all night, holding each other, murmuring to return......
"Do not come about before midnight, knocking pieces off the Denghua leisure." Sometimes there is no companion playmates, larvae larvae one, a little lonely, but at this time, this also is not afraid of every tree and bush, a scene, all belong to me. Somehow, the moon is surprisingly large, extraordinarily bright. No matter what, she always didn't stood me up. The sky Occasionally Jiduo light cloud, but easy to gone with the wind, only will be for my entertainment thoughts, slowly put his emotions do, they become somewhat smug. Recall a person experiences a thing, have women clothing brands online completely turned into a beautiful memory, emerging out of a once familiar and kind face in my mind, is smiling, here will not be a little lost. Floating under the sky a few pieces of petals, far from throwing frogs. At this time, the creative impulse. But he is not a poet, dare not flowers, not a painter, dare not hand sketches, not a singer, not croon. Said no, saying, like a dumb, heart hurry up, but will not spoil the beauty, so he and unable to part from, follow the road to leave.
Time to rush, rush years. Now, some time in the moon song will flow away, grabbed the youth of the tail, is melancholy. This time the same, just missing the previous events, gone with the moonlight indifferent heart. Look at the distant sparse shadows, Lu also seemed blurred, in Hao Ran as snow moonlight lost direction. The Cowboy Weaver meet and to be in a dilemma whether to bridge, ground fairy Dong Yong are still men tilling the farm and womenweaving? Even the ancient myth also shake up, is not so real, blurred in my mind.
Twenty years old, like the moonlight and pure, slightly melancholy conveniently skimmed off! This is not adding some troubles, dare not provoke a few silk sorrow. In such years, have the boldness and fight for territory in ancient Central China full of ambition, then under the quiet moonlight, is dormant. Feishuang light Luo dance, this is still the spirit. Maple leaf with wrath, but sigh not king. The rain falls little sadness, a heavy fog. Winding mountain road, at the foot of the light.