“过去的实在，渐渐的膨胀 ，渐渐的模糊，渐渐的不可辨认；现在的实在，渐渐的收缩 ，逼成了意识的一线，细极狭极的一线，又裂成了无数不相联系的黑点……黑点亦渐见隐翳。幻术似的灭了 ，灭了，一个可怕黑夜的空虚……”
静静的夜，独倚窗前，望着天空那滴滴晶莹的 ，那是谁的泪光？或许黑夜是我最的陪伴，在这里我似乎可以放下一切烦恼，可我却还是未能放下所有 ，看来我修行还不够！闭上眼，深呼吸，我想长叹一声 ，叹出那离散 、那忧伤！
脑海里被莫名的填满，我努力不去想，可我还是败了 ，败得那么惨，那么彻底！我无法反抗 。细心的去听窗外的虫鸣，我想这样去找一丝宁静！却不小心听到了两颗露珠的私语，听到了它们的幸福！一颗露珠幸福的再也无法依偎在草的心上 ，它决定要与另一颗露珠相依相伴，于是两颗露珠就这样滚落、深藏！
六月雪，谁用泪珠滋养了你的伤，谁用心灵碎片化作你飘满六月的花瓣 ，我曾不止一次的呆呆观看，看你花瓣凋零的瞬间是否会泛起泪光，你没有 ，你将所有的伤都深深的埋葬，埋葬到那个连自己都触及不到的地方，那又是哪里？那个地方叫过去！
"The past, gradually expanded, gradually blurred, gradually unrecognizable; now the real, gradually contracted, forced the first-line, the first line of the fine polar, and crackled There are no contactless black spots ... The black spots are also seen. The illusion is like, destroyed, a terrible night emptiness ... "
- Xu Zhimo
July day, breeze, is it to be fragrant or silky? With endless yearning, what I should go tomorrow?
quiet night, Before the window, I looked at the sky, who was crystal, who is tears? Perhaps the night is my most companion, here I seem to be able to put all the troubles, but I still can't let go, it seems that I am not enough! Close your eyes, take a deep breath, I want to sigh, sigh the discrete, the sadness!
The mind is inexplicably filled, I don't think about it, but I am still defeated, so bad, then thorough! I can't resist it. Careful to listen to the worm outside the window, I want to find a quiet quiet! But I accidentally heard the whisper of the two dew, heard their happiness! A happiness of a dew is no longer able to snuggle in the heart of the grass, it decides to accompany another dew, so the two dew are like this, and they are hidden!
The wind in the distance, passes through the woods, and the heart of June snow! But the wind doesn't know that it has left the injury, and I have a little tear in my heart! That is just a place.Petals? I once thought that why the flower is called June snow? What is it created? Will it be the wind?
June snow, who uses tears to nourish your injury, who uses the heart to graze your petals that you floated in June, I haven't stayed at once, see you Whether the petals will be tears in an instant, you don't, you have deeply buried all the injuries, buried to the place where you can't touch it, then where? That place called the past!
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