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The north. Winter. String months. Neon. The first snow began to airborne.
Raise your eyes look of pedestrians, each steps in a hurry. The winter solstice is not to, at the moment the cold is still not frostbite, most propbably is a lonely man walk on the road, look at those will not fall down the withered leaves shake to fall, and feel slightly miserable, will feel the warm home, will involuntarily quickened his pace. And remember the words, "ChaiMen qing-shan's bark, smell snow night sha". Think about it, become want to smile, laugh others, but not yourself. Sit in the room all day long fancy, real or already fuzzy have to distinguish not clear, many scenes clearly had never experienced, also can never be realized, but again ineffable familiar with fright. Like heart bringeth forth wings, pass through space-time, wafting, for my flew over a ride and a ride. Originally thought can also so real, also can be so absurd.
Suddenly remind of years ago in a song: the emotional collected, will let the recollection leave blank, forget it happened past, never again to be said love… Like these chun chun of classics, word worked all of sorrow. That year featherweight promise, can realize the will have some words? Unknown, is powerless to proof. Just know it's no longer take not to the slightest excited or dizzy, will be like the night sky blooms of fireworks, beauty belongs to her only moment, wind scattered, flourishing ending, and that all belong to void.
Moonlight XueYing window-adjusting and into, sprinkled on the pictureque table, sprinkle window of my forehead, this moisture my soul. Flying again poured out her fingertips, the lonely. But is a game a dream, only that the rules of the game impermanent, such dreams, see the shore, but not QiuDu. This scene is wonderful, this drama stage, this ended when when closed. This game is very helpless, from clear to fuzzy, from spring to autumn dew. A wisp of wind, snow scene, optional ups and downs, don't know how, where the direction knows no end.
"Go to, despite to bother; to come despite the center, how again in a hurry?" Mr.zhu ziqing made's "rush" let I groan unceasingly, original all destined to in a hurry, poor all my life, also can't chase.
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