“Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing， fly， and fly away。
And yellow leaves of autumn， which have no songs， just sigh， fly away。 Troupe of little vagrants， please leave your footprints in my words。 The world puts off its lover， put off its mask of vastness。
It becomes small， small as one song， as one kiss of the ete**al。 It is the tears of the earth， so that keep her smiles in bloom。 The mighty desert is bu**ing for the love of a bladeof， shakes her head and laughs and flies away。 If you shed tears when you miss the sun， you also miss the stars。 The sands in you way beg，， for your song， your movement。 Will you carrythe sediment and all？ Her wishful face， such as the rain at night， haunts my dreams。 Once， we dreamt that we were strangers。 We wake up to find that we be deeply attached to each other， the original is the。 Peace in my heart， like the evening among the silent trees。
Some unseen fingers， like an idle micro ( wind")， are playing ......
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