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Maylight

The moon is in the water, when is the bright moon, and a children's song keeps singing in my ears about the lovers' moon song and singing yesterday's dreams. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the panicked moonlit night, the stars twinkled in the sky, and the faint singing in the distance drifted with the wind. A fragrance nearby has to make people indulge in the May light, and at this time, the lovers who have not heard from each other for a long time are contemplating at the bridge of the May light.

Gently evoke the thoughts of Maylight, the long-separated existence, and keep reminiscing and chasing in life.

Tonight, the moonlight can't hide the girl's shy face, this heart is fragrant, faint and long, as if ruthless, long and near. Gently recall my world, I don't know whether it is joy or sorrow. But a little smile can turn the world around, and that smile is an eternal vow. What this heart encounters, this heart is true.

Outside the window, the night was thick, and after the first call, the melody of the moon began to be sung—babbling, babbling, singing, babbling, singing, singing, babbling, babbling, singing, babbling, babbling, singing, singing, babbling I don't know how many people who have not cared about the beauty of the moon have begun to tell the story of the tears, and I don't know how many young boys and girls under the moon before the flowers have aroused their hearts.

A birdsong, a strange sound can evoke different memories of you and me. The clouds are floating in the sky, and I have been watching this light for a long time in front of this window, quietly shooting back to my ignorant years, in that era there was a song we shared, a dream kept reminiscing, and kept chasing the dream that was once difficult to come true.

How many have you had in the bright moon and spring breeze, the dreams of teenagers. It still shines to this day. The moonlit night is shyly sending me wisps of warmth, I am thinking about my song and that piece of fragrance can not take away my half warmth, that wisp of homesickness, is a handful of nostalgia far away from home, gently shaking the blue and the past dreams, the long-sealed heart is opened again, to find the person who is like a yellow crane. The quiet May light spreads a warmth to the world, at this time, I don't know what kind of flowers are also blooming, and the spring water has become particularly cheerful at this time, as if the blood flowing in the whole body is full of blooming snow lotuses in the vast world, and there is a gentle aftertaste of you and me between each peak, which is mixed with the faint smell of tobacco on the fingertips. The singing in the distance is quiet, far away. -- fade -- fade --

With my dream, I went home in the mist, and the broken silver moonlight scattered all over the place was dragged away by strong feelings, which was the quiet Maymoonlight.