Reluctant

I can understand the fallen leaves, so I don’t shed the autumn wind and see the Sky clearly. So I don’t shed the clouds and see through the dawn. So I don’t shed the morning and see through the night, so I don’t shed the stars and see through the thick fog, so I don’t shed the loess, look at the river, so I don’t leave the bamboo raft. I hope all the vicissitudes of life will end up sad again. I walked indifferently in the alley, dragging my feeble pace. I could always see the spreading flowers, but I could not hide from the sunset and close the heavy door. The night gave neon indulgence of natural and unrestrained, but lost a whole season of Ningxia. The traces of memory climbed out of the mottled broken walls, and I began to give up. The hair bottle is empty. Reluctant paper plane, it will fall gently, without fireworks or singing. I hate the back, it carries too much loneliness, but why do I like the back again? The kissed forehead touched the unkissed forehead. Oh, I haven’t seen kite for a long time. Clearly remember, the majestic eagle circled in the summer solstice. Which season is that? I forgot. Headache. A little sunshine from the blinds swept through the temperature piercing the slightly rolled shirt with a little strong flavor. The smoke was filled and the cigarettes were exhausted. Green Silk urges white hair. However, how can I bear tears flowing into a river? How can I bear to see your tears streaming down my face. That is the softest place of hedgehog. A bunch of bamboo and a leaf of flowers are willing to block the sand for a lifetime. Fallen leaves meteor, there will be people praying for you, setting up a grave for you and filling you with epitaph.

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