☞·"Description. Now."
The sun is out. I frowned and looked at the misty plane trees.
The shadows of the whirling trees densely covered the outline of the buildings in the distance.
Caiyun shyly hid behind the shadows of trees, buildings and even the sun.
He frowned. The corners of his mouth curled up. Shaking the body.
Wei Lan's "Chocolate Ice" was faintly heard from the CD store in the distance.
My nose is sore. Tears rolled steadily down her cheeks into her clean and simple shirt. Clusters of tears appeared on the down jacket.
I still live a dull life day after day, year after year.
School family. Two points and one line. Keep company with books. Be friends with homework.
Wandering in the long river of time from dawn to dusk.
Fang Datong sang in "Songs Written for You": There was no momentary excitement. But the water can flow slowly in late autumn.
I still admire this clean boy.
Time flies like water. A woman who loves to cry, make trouble and laugh.
Narrating his own little scenery.
As an official, I watched a beautiful sunflower.
That sunflower. A woman's heart. Laughing heartlessly.
☞·"Actually, I miss him all the time. Miss him."
That day. I lay down on the desk out of boredom and wrote a line of words:
I'm thinking about two people right now. Their relationship with me goes beyond love. Friendship. Stay in the love of family.
Although not related by blood. But it can transcend all ties. The closer to the end of the year. The more I think about them.
I can't help but admit that I've become hypocritical. The smile is gone.
All performances are for the sake of being gregarious. It's all to fit in with that world. Because the whole world laughed. I could only laugh gregariously.
We are a threesome. It's been a long time. We just went our separate ways.
It's late at night. I received a call from my uncle about you. Great. Ran away from home again.
Why can't you be nice? Do you know that I think about the days we spent together every late night?
Dear brothers. I'm glad we have childhood sweethearts on our heads. But the time we are in has nothing to do with love.
☞·Brief description. Content.
I boringly think that everyone is a piece of music.
Everyone is minding their own business in this world. There are performers. There is also an audience.
When you play with immersion, there will be an appreciative audience around you.
That audience can be your life's work. Or it could be someone who teaches you everything and then leaves.
Whatever it is. Like.
Just like my question. Circulation rainbow. Beautiful views. Symbol of happiness.
Little scenery. Each of us is our own little scenery that we are greedy for.
At the same time. While searching, you will also find another little scenery to appreciate yourself.
He will regard you as your life. Maybe a very old-fashioned opinion. But the more cliched love. The more deeply it becomes popular.
Characters may be out of character. But it's also love…
January 29, 2010 evening