The heart, heavy, like the ink-stained night, could not find the light of the ferry. Swimming in the dark rivers and seas, like a fish about to suffocate, struggling on the edge of despair. Drops of clear tears drenched his eyes and dappled the paper in his hand. Twisting a few words, the trembling hands could not write Juanxiu's font, and what spread through the heart was the flat and neat square body, and the warmth of the thin cool years.
All along, I have been indifferent and regarded words as friends. But under my fingertips, the words evolved into a song, a sadness, a season of loneliness. Because of this, words have caused me a lot of trouble. Usually like an angel happy me, there is talk and laughter, there is no lack of humor, but today, I am lonely on the other side, and my heart flies in the tear-stained resentment.
Only because the text is too melancholy, only because the feelings are too persistent, the real personality is always drowned in the text. Therefore, there is a floating imagination across the screen, how romantic the imagination is! Most of the women who like to listen to the rain are silent, sentimental, and have untold stories.
Perhaps, my heart is not quiet enough, and it will always bring the troubles of the world to the edge of the text, but how many people can get rid of the troubles of the world? The heart, at this moment, is like that night, a black hole hole. Crawling inside, hurting like a broken palm, splashing tears on the ground, stirring the pain with the cut heart, shattering the ground...
Fold a dry rose, sniff it gently, knowing that its taste has faded, but persistently think that this is the taste of love, and will not wither. Where to know? The run-in of years will also make people bland. Light, perhaps, I should have learned. It's just that my cultivation has not reached such a high realm, and I only want to use one side of silence to cultivate my impetuous and wayward heart. Tonight, the heart is like a night, quietly blooming its own Fangfei, not seeking understanding, just to devote itself to cultivation once.
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