Some people, some roads, some scenery

[The wet sadness drifted on the other side of the world. There was a snow road extending to the city at night. A rusty street full of gears outlined the thick life with paper lines. It was always 1.1-point sliding go down. The clear wind surrounded the pure white wall and stopped at the top of my dream, making a small sound without temperature. The wish of a flower is twisted to the blue and purple blood, trying to guess the riddle hidden in the crystal, and letting loneliness invade. The gray face was hung with a small moon, and the wet tears were scratching the long thoughts. Who is missing the bleeding maple leaf beside the river? Whose sorrow is scattered in the Sunrise Lily? For whom does the fire break the vision? The past and time interweave into decadent sounds, and I listen in the paradise of ruins. Isolated by the wind, I miss it, and the bottom of the wetland is bent and sad. The person who was looking for love could not see the tears of the cracks sticking to the wandering fragments. His brows were full of dark clouds, and his palm grew uneasy and entangled. Happiness is just the reflection in the water, taking Ruo Bo as a serious pastime of a person. The south wind stroked yesterday’s frustration, leaving the image of falling like quicksand missing. Looking down on the dull storm in the world, a falling scenery moved in the dusk. [They are always coming, opening one of my windows and illuminating a passage. Ito and I share the same dormitory. She has dark hair and a childish smile. I was often surprised and robbed me of water every day. Working together, I like to buy yogurt for me. I will skip classes and wander all day. I will buy my favorite honey dates. Life is sweet and happy. Xiao Xi is in my next class. We say a lot of secrets. She likes to wear orange miniskirt to walk and chat with me. Crossing the road, holding my hand, suggesting me to be careful, climbing mountains, watching sunrise and sunset. She can always leave her footprints on my message board. I like her words very much, and she is very talented. At weekends, she always eats fried noodles. I will buy baked sweet potatoes that she loves, because she shows many advantages of eating more sweet potatoes. I said sweet potatoes are common in the south and not delicious. Watching movies all night online is our favorite. When the sophomore year begins, they all go to another campus of the school to study. On the morning of parting, I watched them get on the bus in a hurry. The sunshine shines on the blue sky world in a clear time, hiding in my life. I don’t want anyone to see my despair. My left hand covers my eyes and leaving is like escaping inexplicably. How many people have come and returned in your life? No green grass can escape from yellow, just like, no one can avoid separation. [It was a lonely road separated under the shade of autumn. The smell of grapes made the air sour. The Black Spider lying on the vine told I am me the way alone step by step. The street lamp always felt guilty until the snow season. The Street with thick snow was covered with dim yellow and hard lights. My loss paved the road and set off the fluttering night with the shadow of dark green buildings. The Cold Moon is exiled in the folding loneliness of the world; The bright stars scatter and surround the vague darkness. Along the crisscross gravel road, the leisurely wind surprised at the door. The light from the door cracks on both sides was shining on the dry red bricks, like a slender silver snake, and also like a glittering wall with tears not too high but not too short. I saw the legs of the tiles were colored, and the door was painted white, the window frame is gray with stripes. A round beam of light came into the house. I am always on the road. I dreamed that the road disappeared and the clouds were so gray that they couldn’t be washed clean. There were only huge flies beside the pool of small tears. I saw the remains of jingla. [The distance of the railway track can’t be crossed and a lot of light is leaking out, which is secretly corresponding to bending on me. I heard the steps of time crawling on my skin, 1 minute 1 second, and collapsed in my memory. The memory that I knew Tong Qing. A boy with sharp facial organs. It has black eyelashes and straight nose. The hair presents a slightly transparent color in the sun. Every Monday afternoon, he would wait for me in lvyun Park with his hands on his knees and then go to the bookstore together. Those unfamiliar figures passed by like paper cuts. After passing the Internet cafe, we could play Billiards. We were excited to play for a while. When it was dark, I walked into a cafe beside the road and stayed quietly for a long time. On the snowy morning, my fairy tales dispersed with the snow. Who is the desolation of my scenery? The old days gratified my injury. Some cotton and white truths and dark shadows appeared together, reflecting my self-entertainment light. [We met in a wrong way, and everything began to plot the fleeting time numbly. It is doomed, perhaps, the ending has already been settled. After a sleep, the character is pale. The wet Lane can not be made forever. My thoughts turn into lonely care. Perhaps, in the feathering sound of time, you forget me. My heart is like a proud silkworm, wrapping myself with layers of silk. I sobbed slightly when I saw a large black dark flower pouring over the sky and a sour liquid sliding across my nose. The damaged paper on the table still gave off light blue undried ink, and my finger marks were marked on the title page. The wrinkled heart can no longer stand asking. 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