On this day, I stayed at the edge of the hill where the Yinghe River diverted.

The breeze blew coolly, one after another, as if I wanted to blow away the fog in my heart before I would stop;

The night sank darkly, little by little, as if to soothe my eyes with a tired image;

The sound of frogs swept leisurely, batch after batch, as if it were causing the tumbling and roaring freedom in the sea of my consciousness;

The shadow of the stars flickered and floated, step after order, like a quiet flower sprouting in the midst of prosperity.

Being in the world of Suva, it seems to be a wandering, but in fact it is wandering, it seems to be wandering, but it is actually drifting.

Until the fate of you and me is over, I don't know if I have ever loved you,

I only know that the tears I shed for you at that time are real, the sadness is real, and it is also true that I want to be with you for the rest of my life.

It is said that there is little willow blowing on the branches, and there is no grass at the end of the world.

At this time, it can be said that there are many poplars blowing on the branches, how can the world find fragrant grass.

I wanted to capture it, I wanted to treasure it, but it became a miss, a memory.

I'm so tired, I always feel so tired, but I can't find a reason.

Is it because you're long gone?

——Grass meets grass high * Lin Xi is a dream * 23 years * wood

"I Am the Emperor of Freedom" [Essay] 103: On that day, I stayed at the edge of the Yinghe Hom and was hitting with my hand, please wait a moment,

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