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You're a dragonfly, touching the middle of my lake.

Then my memories were dressed in ripples, and even loneliness was finely embroidered, and so far, I am young and beautiful.

The autumn wind scattered the cold silence on the earth, and there was a whisper in the bright sun. I listened attentively, but all the news about you in the wind is called silence, and every time I miss it, I forget it.

I don't blame you for not reading Yeats's affectionate poems to me, for we didn't meet head-on, but you happened to pass by in the middle of my lake when you were too tired; I should not blame you for holding my breath with a sycamore leaf, for the anchor inside you is too heavy, and you do not look forward to another adventurous voyage; I should not blame you, exchange a moment of lovesickness for my eternal memory, because you have a pair of wings to fly, and you are destined to travel far away from me.

You're a dragonfly, touching the middle of my lake.

Then, the sound of wings fluttering faded away from my panic. But your departure did not restore me to peace, and I fell into a whirlpool of sorrow. The graceful lines of the ripples converged into resistance and encircled my heart.

You woke me up from the depths of my dreams, but only to tell me that you should stay away from the June rain with a kite, and I could only stay where I was. I sealed all our secrets in the woods and sent them to the fall. I hid in Aki's clothes and thought back to my feelings at ---

It was a dragonfly dream forever, and it seemed to be awake before it even began.

You're a dragonfly, touching the middle of my lake.

I mistook the ending for the beginning, and I still couldn't believe that my fate with you was gradually dissipating with the ripples. You broke through my sight and disappeared into the blue of the sky.

So I knew. You are no longer a dragonfly, and I am no longer in the middle of the lake.

Go read Zhu Chengyu's article, it is definitely a beautiful article.

The moonlit night, just dark, the dense fog is diffused and spreading, and it is dyed into a calm and peaceful night, and the white fog is dyed golden under the light of the soft moonlight and street lamps. Under the moonlight, the leaves "flutter", as if playing a "moonlight song", graceful and poignant, deep and beautiful, the beating notes seem to jump out of the hazy moonlight, intoxicating.

In the depths of the night, the countryside is hazy, the mountain shadows are longing, the water and light are dissolved, the fireflies are lit, the candles are lit, and the picture scroll under the moon is good!

Life is so much like "Moonlight Song" and picture scrolls! The beating melody interprets the joys and sorrows of life. Life is short, why is it not like "Moonlight Song"?

The moon is in the sky, bright and gentle, the soft moonlight sets off a calm and peaceful night, the light of the moon falls on the trees, falling mottled black shadows, scattered like broken strips hanging on the trees.

Everything in the world is the creation of God, and they are all harmonious, but the moon is different, the moon has its own character, there are clouds and sunny days, and the charm of the moon is reflected here. Why should the moon compete for glory? Her purpose is to make the night no longer terrible, and to send people a piece of warmth and light!

Isn't it true of people? Aren't some people like the moon giving to others in obscurity? Although it is just a trivial matter, each other will feel a little warmth, which is the connotation of the month.

The night is silent. The moon quietly casts its afterglow, trying its best to drive away the darkness and bring light, warmth and love to people!

Once upon a time, a cup of tea was brewed slowly, and the leaves gradually stretched out in the water. I like the smell of Tieguanyin, green and astringent, like a newly broken branch and leaf, the wound filters out a green crystal liquid, gently sniff, it is a natural taste. At this time, I read Mu Xin's past slowness.

I remember when I was a teenager earlier, everyone was sincere and sincere, and if you said a word, it was a sentence... In the past, the sun became slower, and the cars, horses, and mail were slow. There is only enough time to love one person in a lifetime... A few trees in front of the window, which I particularly liked. Rich and heavy, like a confidant old man, giving people to rely on.

What is time like? I read every day, occasionally looking up at the trees and pedestrians outside the window, until I saw the shadow of the setting sun in the evening, and realized that the day had passed. The passage of time does not become slow because of your regret, nor does it become galloping because of your boredom.

The ticking of the bedside pendulum clock is like a sigh from hell, and time is like a dead lover. Last year, when I went to see the autumn leaves, I passed by a few tombs and couldn't help but cry bitterly. Ye Ci said, "Reveal cold eyes, look at life and death, and the knight moves forward."

I believe that every life is an immortal legend, and I have seen the tragic condition of the chicken when it was slaughtered, and I remembered its foraging posture all the time, and its excited cry when it was happy, and its low whimper when it was sad. When I saw its innocent eyes slowly closed, I couldn't help but feel sorry in my heart, and I felt sad that the rabbit died and the fox died. Because fate alone is that all living things in the world will always die.

I like a sentence very much, the senseless life, the so-called death. Although pessimistic, it is impossible to refute. This year, my gray-haired father said to me:

I missed a lot of opportunities in the past, and I have no regrets. "It's the best thing I've ever heard in the world.

I've revisited the book "Drunk Linglong" in the past few days.,It's pretty good.,The heroine is through the past.,Very talented.,Although the appearance is not alluring to the country and the city.,But the charm is infinite.,It's a work of fourteen nights.,The writing is delicate and smooth.,The description is also very gorgeous.,The male protagonist is that handsome and elegant.。 "Live up to it" just with a mood to try it out.,After all, it's about writing about the love between the past and the monk.,In the end, I ran 3 big bookstores to buy it.,This article absolutely respects history.,Although the male protagonist is a monk - Mogurosh,But once you love absolutely love to the end.,The relationship between the female protagonist and the female protagonist is really deep like the sea.,"Who else can you love besides me" The writing is very funny.,I just have plans to continue to revisit "Phoenix Dominates the World" is a bl**Oh, But I like it very much.,Although it's a little rotten.,The heroine's predecessor was a bodyguard.,Traveled through the past and became a man.,There are 4 flower-like men with you.,Super powerful heroine.。 "Cranberry Rose" I watched it earlier, it's very pure, the heroine is also a type of ice and snow smart, and "Harem: The Legend of Zhen Huan" is also absolutely good-looking, it's going to be a TV series, it's another one similar to the golden branch desire, but the heroine finally worked hard and got her own happiness, I hope LZ likes it.