Capriccio

Every grass and tree, leaves dry stems, leaving an empty shell swaying in the wind, in the summer season, cicadas are rumbling, and occasionally there are luxuriant grass, which makes people sad and sad. The mountains in the distance seem to be close at hand, but also unreal and ethereal. The hazy beauty is the best witness. The mountains hide mountains and extend to the other side of the Earth, time and the world are moving on this curved network path for thousands of years without lovers and sentiments. On the bluestone and muddy road, a car passes by, with dust flying and intermittent particles choking the nose proudly, the trumpet flower stood there rustic, stubborn, so dusty, so pounding, but so quiet, stepping on the dust corpse, touching the dust corpse, the dust smell was very intimate. The night breeze blows comfortably. A flower fades and a leaf fades. Natural changes occur. Who should be affectionate and ruthless? Why not give birth to a baby like this. Time, Life, love and hate are intricate and complicated. It is just a kind of experience, memory and memory when it is late. Illness is a fatal blow to young and frivolous people. Frivolous people become depraved, ideals become bubbles, and days become dull and faded colored silk, which is lifeless. Standing in the hill, looking far away, the mountains and rivers are like Liao, and the vegetation is green. The fresh air picks up obstacles, White Blank, arms platform, two sleeves refreshing, embrace nature, roll up a touch of sadness, trees fight for high birds for joy, all sounds of joy, all scenery into the eyes, there is no reason to impose corruption so that you cannot live longer. The layers of fog and clouds were dazzling, covering the sun fiercely, leaving a gray space to enlighten me. I don’t know when to cry at a flower, stop for a tree for a long time, chewing chewing gum can also be difficult to give up. The familiar path becomes strange. It seems that it has been thousands of years in an instant, and gradually admit that I am older, I never cried and laughed loudly, but a cup of milk tea, a DJ, to kill the so-called loss.

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