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我喜欢那些以自己的方式绿或黄的银杏,阳光和车轮碾过时,金色的粉末没有枯草过冬的气味。像琉璃用斑斓的画笔,涂抹沿途的萤火。在水波抚平衣襟的角落,树丛记录的足迹悄然失落,那缕划破泪水的风,一定被花汇聚的海洋灼烧过。你的发梢再度扬起,昏暗的色泽中,云杉端坐在彼岸,戴着滑稽的帽子,等待曙光牵引炊烟,掠过山巅。徜徉在这天际,我已经记不清楚,那是谁的微笑。只是呆呆地看着,那齿轮状的苍穹,穿着贝壳的迷彩服,认真地转动千年。
I like the ginkgo green and yellow in my own way, when the sun and the wheels run over, the golden powder does not smell of hay winter. Like a glass with a gorgeous brush, smear fireflies along the way. Smooth the skirt in the water wave corner, the footsteps of the bush records quietly lost, the wind that pierced the tears, must be spent oceans burning oceans. Your hair tips rise again, dark colors, the spruce end sitting on the other side, wearing a funny hat, waiting for the dawn to smoke, swept across the top of the mountain.徜 徉 In this sky, I can not remember clearly, who is smiling. Just staring blankly, that gear-shaped sky, wearing a shell camouflage suit, seriously turning the millennium.