Touch. Tenderness of fingertips

Confused sleepiness harassed the muggy night, exhaled gently, sucked the coolness outside the window, and occasionally added a glass of white water to decorate the thirsty lips. My favorite songs are ringing in my ears, intoxicated by such a pleasant scene. Water-like tenderness spreads on the blank document, revealing the nagging in the heart. The moon is as beautiful as water, and it is hard to change the Lush obsession. The speech of hollowing out my thoughts was told to the moon in this way. I don’t like reading Zhang Ailing’s articles, nor Qiong Yao’s love drama, but I bring some chivalrous female lovers of Gu long story. The wind blew into the window along the moon, revealing the ordinary heart soaked by the secular world. I also wanted to peep at the red line in the hands of the Old Man Who Stole the Moon, hoping that when I woke up, the line was tangled in my hands; I was also talking about the beauty in my dream, and the moon in spring was also laughing at my restless heart. The moon moves with the heart and the moon moves with the shadow. The Half Moon seems shy, playing in the clouds from time to time. Is the moon looking back at the people beside the windowsill? Ask, do we have the same mood, and are we waiting for the morning glow of tomorrow? How can I understand my heart at night? How can the moon understand my dream? A little light and a little stars decorated the city’s reasonableness together. That tall building also became tender at this moment, and I also knew to sing along with the night and resounding through the sky. The heart washed out the dust also settled down with the silence. The wandering eyes found the source of the reunion. From then on, there was a direction to go home. I also heard the sound of steam roaring past the sky, and the following sand and stones also rose and fell in the air. How could such a night and such a scene make me emotional? They spread their love to the moon again and again, and invite the moon to be their company again and again. Who can resist the tenderness of the fingertips, whether it is you, me, or this empty cloud and colored pen. If you are a landscape, then I will paint you on the colored stones with all my life’s infatuation and put you in my heart. Those trees which were fluttering in the wind became Green, fat, and thin with the light of the scene, just like the figure of a woman, charming and colorful, with various postures. Hu’er looked at his face and smile, which seemed to be so colorful, and also touched his mood and the corner of the night. The lake water of Luoxi bridge reflects the brightness of the light, shining the ripples, waves and waves in the river. Maybe it was the feeling of passing quickly, which was filled with nostalgia for a moment. The electric shock in the eyes was a little hard to get rid of, and I was still recalling the picture of the lake water for a long time. The same night, different feelings, the same thing in hand but no fidgety breath, still quietly enjoy the taste, slowly taste touch, the warm night was squeezed out of the water like that. Looking at the air far away, we can’t see how far it is, but the soul of Shen Zhan wants to fly further. I didn’t want to finish it like this, but I had to stay for some time to steal some leisure time for the busyness beyond enjoying the scenery.

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