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Anonymous users2024-02-06Nostalgia for the end of summer and the beginning of autumn.
The days when the cold wind invaded the bone marrow.
Let me miss the end of summer and the beginning of autumn.
At that time, there were lotus leaf fields.
There was a warm sunset at that time.
I fold up the nostalgia.
Rub close to your face.
Have your fresh breath.
Fluttering in the evening breeze of memory.
There is the green of the lotus. Always in life.
No one can change it.
She arrived as scheduled.
As a result, there will be familiar palpitations.
There will be the sweetness of sealing.
Blooming little by little in the warm breeze.
Drops of hope shimmer on the leaves.
If it disappears in the early sun.
That's the breath they take to get close to you.
When the appointed day comes.
They will be illusioned again.
Every sentence of you and I is quietly intimate.
In the lotus pond at the end of summer, the dragonflies kiss the pink petals, and the remaining lotus canopy is full of happiness.
On late summer nights, the breeze soaks in the chirping insects at the base of the wall, leaving the moonlight to shroud the tranquility.
In the forest at the end of summer, the rain washes away the fog, leaving the sunlight to shine through.
In the eaves of the late summer, the big pu fan shook away the wandering dark clouds, leaving a small song accompanied by a squeak.
In front of the window at the end of summer, I used a pencil to record the whole summer.
Poetry] Late summer.
Summer. Say goodbye to summer and fall leaves all over the ground in a blink of an eye.
The beginning of autumn begins to germinate, two isolated forests, a helpless plane tree, to whom its heart belongs.
A few faint sycamore leaves are discarded.
The moonlight of the still night tossed and turned in the treetops.
is also tired of the ruthlessness of parting, a forest is lonely.
A forest is crying, looking through the dusty old days, quietly eclipsed.
One looks east, the other west.
The mountains are heavy, and the water is heavy.
Mountains and water are two parallel lines.
Isolate two unconnected forests.
They don't have eternal intersections.
The cycle of the years, the love is not over, quietly waiting for the end of the next summer to come.
That's a reason to meet.
The Dream of Blue Rain was published at 18:17 in Corroded Forest, article number.
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Anonymous users2024-02-05Summer pride.
The east wind blows to send spring.
The beautiful food welcomes the summer.
The boundless light is humble to the summer lotus.
Wake up the creaking asphalt road.
Cherries adorn the lush green of Aoyamaura.
The blue of the sky and the sea, it is the summer of the ocean.
The green handover of heaven and earth, that is the summer of the grassland.
Every living being is living in its own way.
Your own summer.
Vigorous, upward.
Sprint ahead.
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Anonymous users2024-02-04Willow Got it.
Reflecting the sunset clouds.
The sunset is cool and breezy.
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