() I always walk between autumn and winter,

Looking at the remnant sun of the blood sè, it reflected the hasty wails of the wild goose,

I'm always running in the shadow of the street lamps and the old walls,

Look at the miserable white full moon, bleaching the confluence point of the sky and the night,

I always shed tears on the platform of time and life

Look at my green chūn, abandoned in the whirlpool of loneliness and arrogance.

(1) Early chūn #8226, such as dream #8226, meteor wish

My name is Naihe, because from the time I came to this world to the time I left this world, my life was always rushed and helpless......

I like to be at the top of the city, admiring with sad eyes the icy Tianshan Mountains. With dexterous fingers, he played the heart-rending hesitation. With a thin body, he blocked the fierce wind.

I was wearing a fancy shirt, fancy jeans, and long bangs cut the sunlight in front of my eyes, the winter sun, not hot but dazzling, but still unable to melt away the cold ice in my pupils.

I slept soundly on the desk in the corner of the classroom, discarded my homework out the window, skipped class and sat by the lake in the park to play the flute, and watched the stars in the evening, and watched in a daze all night.

I always vaporized my life like this, and the teacher sarcastically said that my future was unimaginable.

However, I don't need a future at all.

The girl I like is called Ru Meng.

She always walks quietly on the long old road I am used to with a shoulder bag, her ponytail swaying from side to side in the wind, and the sea blue sè sweatshirt against the dim street lamp, quietly leaving a deep love in my heart.

She walked silently in front, and I silently followed.

The silent morning sun, the silent fall, the silent clouds, the silent snowflakes......

A qiē is silent because:

This season is destined to be silent and quiet.

I remember a game I once played, boring to pass the boring life. I put myself on the lawn at the edge of the airport barrier and watched the many airliners flying away and landing in a hurry, and I imagined that if my life had come and gone as short as that giant bird, maybe I would have been happier.

When there are no planes flying in sight, I go to see the mountains, to see the eagles, to see the ancient pines, to see the weeds.

Or do you want to dream?

Qing chūn, just like these years pass in a hurry.

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