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夜的天幕,悬挂投射着花的忧伤,无声绽放的温婉,悉数,被清冷的月光聚集,又平淡地安放。一切欣喜或落寞,都是岁月的痕迹,回眸,已然无声。心若简静,才可与意念相依。——题记写过很多的文字,描摹过很多的画面,种植过很多如花的期许。你来过我的生命里,我住过你旧的时光里。烟雨深处,风一吹,香满岸。纵然,记忆不长久,写过的文字,那些潮湿的情怀,在时光的背影里,即使与阳光相对而滋生苔藓,绿的泛青,但每次写文字的心情却依旧清晰,如风干
Night of the canopy, hanging sadly projected flowers, silent bloom gentle, all the cold moonlight gathered, and flatly placed. All happy or lonely, are the traces of years, looking back, already silent. If the heart is quiet, it can be dependent on ideas. - Inscription wrote a lot of text, painted a lot of pictures, planted a lot of flowers wish. You came to my life, I lived in your old time. Amidst the depths, the wind blows, fragrant shore. Even though the memory is not long, written words, those wet feelings, in the back of time, even against the sun and the breeding of moss, green and green, but every time you write the text of the mood is still clear, such as air-dried