2011.3.15
The young man spent his last effort,
Working hard to write the manuscript,
The pale lips have announced the impending death,
The touch of light, shadow and hands
Occasionally, I will be in a trance to that innocent summer,
The blue sea, the golden sweat,
Smile to yourself with the person you like...
When the hand is weak and falls——
That string of beautiful cursive characters drew an elegant arc,
That's the standard way of writing French English -
Don't love anymore...
For a moment, the sun shines.