【It is difficult to give up with a flick of the hand, love and hate are full of stains】
Wen ‖ snow stained with dust
Distant mountains and slanting sun, twilight, starlight is not full, the moon is heavy. In the twilight, I always want to stand in front of the window and look at the distant view, where the lights of the ten thousand homes are dimmed, and I am intoxicated with the red dust.
I have always liked the night, the night of the light candle to add warmth, suitable for closing your eyes and dreaming, suitable for acacia long-term reclining.
Slowly fold the fine fragments of the light on the paper and fill in the endless dark abyss. In the unattainable time, the love and hate that are difficult to abandon are all over the body.
Light a lamp and tell a story. The cold silence of the words cannot erase the hot acacia, so please allow me to write when I think of you.
Who said that this vast night is the easiest to shake off the sorrows and memories, what is originally there, made out of nothing, after the sun sinks, it begins to be unscrupulous. Regarding this matter, let's be honest, except for winter, I don't really want to send it to you at any other time.
Because there is no anticipation of seeing each other, there is no grace in the pen, and the ghost painting symbol sprinkled with foreign flowers is my intention, but it is not the intention that the Eight Classics of Zheng'er can show you.
I always just want to give you clean thoughts, and don't provoke a thousand thoughts.
About the Author
Falling snow stains dust
A person who is accustomed to memories, a person who is accustomed to not being able to put it down, a red dust passerby who is upside down and displaced. Three thousand passers-by, ten zhang red dust, meeting you is fate, thank you for your liking.
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