One leaf

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The rainy streets are scattered

Silent in the world

Silence echoes the horizon

Ethereal take away the soul

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Blue and gray are like crystal words

Delicate and bright through the night

Along the path of the stretch foot

Ignorant of where to go

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The beacon of Lonely Mo Street

Remote sensing to make the way home

Blurred and turning

A single line

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Silent, scorching eyes

Condensed with walnut charm

Deep, fiery red punch lines

Fireworks hanging high in the sky

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The winter drizzle flew between heaven and earth, and how could he put down the pressure of the feeling of getting it, and no one stopped going back and forth, but his breathing was very unbearable, and he didn't know if he was ignorant, but his suppressed emotions were still suppressed. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

I am me, with nothing and this leaf, floating in the mood of returning home. So, not in the tender, not in the confused, so that the end speechless to say the mood at this time------

The mood of where the fate is returned, it is true that I am restless, but after the leaves fall, the mood of the quiet autumn water can't be explained. Perhaps, this is life, there is never any result between possession and wandering, but, the mood at the beginning still remembers, the future after the flickering is still difficult to capture, like the rain butterfly released into a spring love is speechless, who is waiting, and who wants to end, between happiness and sadness is still happy.

Calmly step by step to the mud that can't step out of the foot, and there is no joy in the moment Momo came to wait, just on the way home, began to melt and those that belong to you, my vision is like a bubble in my hand, bright and colorless, with a gray mood on the way home, the camouflage along the way deep, deep, perhaps, this is the leaf, like the branch of fruit.