夏 了 夏 天

w88.

As April and May quietly leave, as the night becomes shorter and the companionship of a hundred days, it comes silently.

It is the sweetness of the ripe melon, the gentleness of the warm breeze blowing on the face, the coldness melting at the entrance, and the music of the cicada's wings fluttering.

It is the bright and bright sunny day, the clouds like big marshmallows; it is the bustling and crowded street market, the ripe and watery fruits on the stalls; it is the green next to the girl's skirt, the sweet herbs growing in the bustling city; it is the white shirts blown by the wind under the dazzling light.

It is the evening covered by the sunset, the cloudy day of thunder and rain, the beautiful rainbow, the agile dragonfly, the highly anticipated basketball, the pair of arms waving vigorously, the smile embedded in the eyes, and the diary written into the heart.

The w88 is coming, and the noise is in the hustle and bustle of cicadas.

Walking through the hardships of the night, the pain dormant in the heart, watching the brightness of breaking through the cocoon and becoming a butterfly, a cicada finally waited for its splendid season. I was inexplicably moved by this, looking down at the world, thinking about it carefully, perhaps this so-called noisy and noisy are the rare tranquility and waiting.

The w88 is coming, flowing into his pen.

Dreams and reality meet, and enthusiasm and aura collide. Like w88, warmth and passion, depression and restlessness are contrary to each other, but they are complementary.

The w88 is now hanging on the crescent moon of parting.

According to chance, we know each other; when we grow up, we know each other; when we pursue dreams, we part. While complaining about the many homework, I encourage the hang of the beam; while sighing that the weather is capricious, I swear to eat all kinds of delicious food in the world; while looking forward to the yearning for the future, I secretly feel sad and go all the way to the world... You are no longer disappointed under the moon, and I can only sigh and say it is ordinary.

The w88 is coming, blooming on her pure face.

Missing her, in the morning when the dew is dotted, the rain wet her long dark hair. Miss her, in the clear sunny sky, willow leaves embellish their beautiful cheeks.

w88 is full of bright and juicy fruits.

Maybe the translucent colors attracted the eyes, maybe the sweeter juice wrapped around the taste buds, or maybe the shouts of the fruit shop owner bought his ears. Perhaps the fruit enjoys enjoying dedication and lets the rain soak its face; perhaps the fruit is proud to bathe in the sun, and as strong as the scorching sun is.

w88 is in full swing, hiding under an umbrella wet by the rain.

On the rainy days covered with gray clouds, the streets and alleys that are wandering in memories, and the bus stops crowded with people, those umbrellas that have accompanied you to see too many scenery are all memories of w88. Maybe you will be melancholy - after passing by the eaves that escaped the rain many years later, you will reminisce about the inadvertent loss and feel the joy and regret of youth; maybe you will be excited - if you have written the poems in your heart, it will be worth it and have been a young man.

w88 w88 exists in the notes lingering around your ears.

As the crystal clear as the drizzle, the soothing of the w88 wind, the roar of the larvae, the shock of the muffled thunder. In any case, there is always a voice that digs into the true nature, speaks out from the soul, eradicates all the weeds that grow in the heart, and brings you as bright and brilliant as w88.

The w88 is sublimated in the rebirth of cold autumn.

All tragedy, or joy, is born in w88, will also end, and be born in autumn. Appreciate the prosperity of w88 flowers, cherish the distant fragrance of fallen flowers, taste the dark green branches and leaves, and lament the return of the fallen leaves; be amazed at the rich fruit fragrance of tomorrow w88, and will say goodbye to the passing years and secretly change it, and feel sad.

There are too many unexpected surprises in w88 and too many griefs that cannot be escaped. Childhood spent in the sweet countryside of rice flowers, strings of the guitar sweeping under the cherry blossom trees, scenes of laughing barefoot by the blue sea, moonlight that I looked at with my old friends during parting, those summers, those past, present, tomorrow that we can't forget…

Moment. Maybe it is eternity.