Looking back on the youth with broken wings

The scars which were ridged with holes were raised reluctantly, and the wings of looking back at youth were broken slowly. The Cold Light, which seemed to be intentionally and unintentionally, slowly kissed my skin. The contemptuous smile and the Filar pain cut off the sad memory of being at a loss, and the stream of consciousness filled with clouds was scared on the beach. The strong stubbornness bit through the rude and overbearing throat, and a purple mandala flower grew wildly on the weeds in the heart. The oblique seal on the blade engraved the lost youth, and the bright red stamens were filled with clear young tears. Ignoring the emotional thinking approaching the steep cliff, the ellipsis suddenly stayed here sadly. Looking back at the youth sigh, stranded in the confusion gap between spring and autumn; The broken wings are like snow season, cold and pale peripheral nerve. That round of rising round moon gave out soft light; The neon lights lined with sorrow were so clear-cut. The fragrance came from the distance, and the faint and ethereal became a song. Sighing and voicing are depressing and depressing in the dead corner. Whose lips kiss wake up the sleepy emotion? And hypnotize the throbbing soul softly. The lazy mood woke up from the silence and ignited the passion never seen before in the space. Stay Young Emerald and beautiful, waiting for this land of Holy Spirit. The loneliness of the past was a little decadent in the shuttle, and the light fur horse recited the feeling of youth’s sorrow? Folding fan waving alone on a floor, unspoken! Looking forward to the future, who knows where is the boundary of youth? Where should it be? In fact, who knows whose youth wings have already been broken? Who knows who is tired of youth? Who is willing to stay in the pure castle of childhood? Wind, wind, you blow and break my youth wings, the scar oozing blood; It is an important chapter that will never be obliterated in my life books, and a history that will never be forgotten in my life. In the season of youth and ignorance, there is no emotion that I am eager to move; Loneliness and loneliness have filled my heart. Enclosed in the country of my own fantasy, placed in a beautiful dream, tirelessly doing curtain after curtain and enjoying the moonlight with Qing lying in the orchid boat. Fall crazily fall crazily numb crazily, because the beautiful corners of youth are full of deep stabbing pain that has nothing to do with love. It is said that life needs to be strong to have sunshine, and the long world of mortals needs to bear to enjoy. Silent shouting and longing, silent sigh and depression; But my youth was severely broken in this tired struggle and tangled heartbreak. This situation not romantic, this situation not clove Changchun. The autumn leaves are drifting and falling, a tree is melancholy, and the curling helplessness breaks the Wall marketing entanglement; The flowers bloom and fade, playing the string breaks, who listens to the lonely pain. The shadow which was on the verge of despair hung in the ethereal, and the youth sadness which could not be concealed flew and fell in the eyes; The crush was in the palm and the moon was shocked. The unreachable hope and promise remained in the heart sea, and burst out a long sigh. Who is ferry for life at the end of youth? The regretless navigation lights disappeared in the cloud and mist, and the creases on the eyebrows were filled with slight sadness. At the moment when I turned around, I heard the shallow sigh of the wings of youth; I could not forget the purple melancholy and the sad eyes. I really want to shake off the childish dust and weave a beautiful dream of flying. Pretend to be reserved smile, play the youth scenery; Spread the calm of the water. Is that youth story? It stirs up the floc that has not moved for a long time in my heart. The gaunt torture grinds the moon with sigh, and the cold wind gradually corrodes the beauty and purity of youth. The paper umbrella spinning in the rain cannot cover the sunset glow in the West. Step on the tail of passing youth, restrain rage and injustice; Tend to be indifferent mood intimate smile. Touching the bright sadness, the rose in full bloom has your beautiful oath. Through my scarred thoughts and emotions, I only closed the youth with broken wings which passed away from the fireworks in the abyss under the sea. Tidy up the chaotic mood, unbridled to show the handsome red life in the years. Indulged in the flowery scenery on both sides of the Taiwan Strait, the vigorous temperament was graceful and romantic instantly. At this time, your hair infected a pool of blue lotus and the moonlight was beautiful; It was gorgeous in my heart. Seal up the youth with broken wings, you gently pull me around and face your eyes; Let the warmth flow with bright and gorgeous tenderness.

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