Today, I passed by Youth Street, and I was faced with a difficult choice. I always feel that this day is very long. Let me feel breathless, the clouds reveal Feifei's sadness, and the sunny days are hidden.
My heart has also fallen into a trough, and my eyebrows have become shackles. I am eager to be a small cloud in the sky, to pursue my dream, to collect a friendship and to fall in love with a glimmer of hope. Time stood still at this moment, as if the story of the old days had been reinterpreted, and Daiyu, whose face was yellow, was quietly wiping her tears. Qu Yuan is lyrical about Wangjiang, while Li Bai is homesick for the moon. ...
Facing the cool breath, sadness is as transparent as soap on my forehead. Pray for a rainbow to kiss away my sadness, and pray for a spring rain to drive away my mildew.
Looking up at the dark night, it was as silent as death. Time always passes in minutes. There are no stars in the darkness, and it is unlucky to rely on the vast night sky. Only the faint light and my slow breathing are left. Dense high clouds describe the horror at night, and wrinkles on the lake, mixed with rays of uneven lights, loom on the lake.
Or the noise on the earth, the full moon is buried by clouds. The night of this day is gentle, dipped in the ruthless night wind and rustling leaves, falling on the earth, and the depression in my heart slowly disappears, secretly accepting the long happiness.
Dreamlike feelings, in front of all these colorful things, are hidden behind the clear heart and secretly stay in a series of cadence notes.
Faced with the urgency of time, I touched my exquisite life and outlined my colorful mileage. ...