Pick up broken

The door was closed with a bang. After that, the door was silent, and the door was silent. The days were shaking down. The sunshine was so busy that I didn’t pay attention to the dust and rain which choked my throat. Only a piece of residual cloud stuck on the branch fell with it. The crisp language fell in the light and touched lightly on the slightly closed eyelashes of the season. In the time without sunshine, I lost my shadow; In the standing without shadow, I lost my time. The thin flowing can’t see the withered and lofty, they will not stop tangling as always. I tried to open the thin barrier, but the dull knock was slow and weak. The door was very patient, so patient that I became its captive. I imagined to be a hand that opened the door, but the key had been rusted, so I had to work carefully with blood. The snow is white. Looking back, the smoke and clouds have been frozen into Frost. The cuffs I waved rolled up the cold of the North, and pieces of pieces of safe fragments came in and out. What was broken was the material which had been looking for for a long time. I just didn’t know what kind of platform would be used to build this time. You have a piece of black hidden under the white. You always wear bright clothes and walk in the sight of those looking for light. Like me, I followed the light to keep warm, but fell into the lonely black by your bright eyes. Pull me up, I can’t see you. I tell you. If you are really in my darkness, you should see me more. The sound in the dark floated like a feather. But where are your colors and shadows? I tried to open my eyes wide. In my darkness, it is very close to you. You don’t need eyes here. Close your eyes and listen to your heart gently. I see you smiling clearly in front of your heart. White is like a dream flower, and crystal is like Pearl and Jade. It turns out that you are the most real white in Heili. At the edge of the fence, on the slope, beside the stream, I have been planting flowers, but never watering them. The water was used to miss. As a result, I finally failed to harvest the brilliant Bloom. What was lifted in front of my chest was just a garden of weeds, green and yellow. There is no trace of flowers and shadows. Fortunately, there is grass, which can also make me have the luxury of rubbing the fleeting time. My fingers like beard touched the stubborn withered stem lightly, and a drop of soft temperature quietly fell into the soil with my fingertips. Maybe the planting in winter is a bit abrupt, or the growth in winter will be indifferent by the wind. But I believe that there must be some breeding, which we don’t know yet; There must be some fragrance, which we haven’t found yet. Today, I am going to enter the winter. Although I am sentimentally attached to the warmth, I can’t get rid of this cold. Looking back at the Spring and Autumn period, I came empty and didn’t open a poetic smoke wave for you. What drenched in your hair was still the silky rain without an umbrella. Behind him was filled with silent language. In the empty lift, the wind and dust had solidified. Step by step, I don’t know who to struggle for, weak and trivial. You are sitting quietly with this day. I can only watch it stay without saying whether to let go or not. Such as that old time, was torn off a page of time, striking vacancy in memory. The ice house with Eaves was snowing, the water was dry and the mountain was thin. The imagination of red fruit was very cold, and finally it was captured by the wind into the hideous custom. Under the long wind, I am a bird that meets Frost. In this winter, it does not fly. The wind hissed, the snow fluttered, and the thickness of the imperial coat couldn’t stand the cold tip any more. In the room, I began to light those words one by one, watching the light blue flame jumping in my palm. Maybe you don’t know, it is your burning that warms this winter and moistens the silent gratitude in your eyes. I stayed quietly in the words, looking at those delicate and delicate memories, the graceful past woven on the net, and the silence which was not invaded by the snow was like a piece of paper. Just lay yourself in this way, waiting for your more chant and sprinkling it on your desolate chest, making this blank day no longer pale in front of the closed door. Outside the window, snow flew all over the sky, just like your words, butterfly butterfly came Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. 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