Huang Junjie
When you come, the sunset accompanies you; when you go, take away the stars. - Caption
Under the sunset, the beauty slowly came. Come to me with the golden light.
The moment I saw you, there was a tsunami in my heart: your face was like a golden autumn morning glow, and all I could see was your red light. After the sun slowly hid in the mountain, the sunset gradually emerged, and I exclaimed: The world is beautiful but so! A few birds flew eastward, the treetops covered with a layer of golden glow, and the sheep intestine trail led to the distance. The breeze blows across the face, warm, you come slowly from afar, accompanied by the afterglow, stepping on the golden afterglow, the hair on your shoulders fluttering, just a few minutes, but it is like a world away, so that I can't return to God for a long time, and it seems that the brilliant sunset is not as good as your shallow smile.
Your long green silk hair was blowing with the wind, and with a shallow smile, I pulled my mind back. Suddenly, the eyes gradually became white, until they completely turned into white paper, and then turned into a dazzling light. It turned out to be a dream of Nan Ke.
When I woke up from the dream, the sun was shining outside the window, the wind swept by the window, the curtain moved slightly, and the treetops swayed slightly, making a sparse sound. The sunlight stabbed me open my eyes, got up and pulled up the curtain, stunned, the courtyard was a little wet, I don't know if it was raining or it was the time of frost. Some bored, I picked up my mobile phone to brush the video, saw a frame of sunset, some familiar, but I can't remember when it was, but I recalled a girl's face, and I couldn't help but be a little upset.
When the sunset is about to yawn, go to the top of the building to blow the wind, look at the distant landscapes, look at the sunset like a curtain hanging in the sky, some trance, fragments of memory like a tidal wave, pieced together the picture in the dream, the whole time thinking back, the corners of the mouth can not help but raise, the smile in the eyes can not be hidden, the gods have taken away people's timidity, since then, the youth's likes are vigorous.
Under the sunset, the teenager stood alone at the top of the mountain, looking into the distance, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his eyes were full of joy that could not be hidden. Only I know you, and the sunset is also your foil, and it seems that it can only be your foil. Accompanied by auspicious clouds, the eyes contain stars, and the eyebrows are like heavenly immortals. In the breeze of the stars, the beauty hurried away. When he left, he took away the sky full of stars, flowers everywhere, and a warm dawn; only a barren piece, cold moonlight, thick acacia, looking at the distant lost teenager.