黑夜与白昼的交织 ，雕刻着渐渐完整的圆月，回眸凝望，沉长的想起了很多 。只是 ，拿起笔，却写不出一个字。
昨天：路过了风霜 ，沧桑了容颜，情搁浅，爱成殇 。你用黑暗填埋悲伤，然后露出淡淡微笑 ，伫立望着迷失的方向。
没有接到你的第一个电话 ，后来，你说是想告诉我，中午大家都在睡觉 ，我打电话吵到了大家。其实，我也不想吵到大家，因为想你 ，又总是不知道该在什么时候打过去，所以总是找不对时间 。可是，至少我要告诉你一件事 ，简单的信息，只是告诉你，我一直都在。
时至今日，所有的标点符号 ，都可以用空格来替代。唯独你，在我的心里，无法用一格空白来代替 。
我想说 ，无论表面看起来是好是坏，都有可能缺少一个“真”字。因为假的永远都是假的，不分看起来是好是坏。我确实是个坏孩子 ，至少在别人眼里，一直都算不上一个好孩子，但是 ，至少我会是一个好男人。
忽然想到，曾经是不是有那么一个夜晚 ，墨色的天空，下着很大很大的雨，大的就像是要淹没整个世界 。然而，自己却感到很口渴？
昨夜睡去前，我好像听到了雨水碎落的声音，早晨醒来 ，妈妈叫我去买一袋元宵，走了两家店才买到，外面的路面 ，像是被雨水打湿的记忆，模糊不清。
啸天弟弟说，他们是朝五晚九的公务员生活 ，周末还要加班做试卷，其实我觉得更好笑 、以及让我汗颜的是，你说不想学习 ，可是因为遗传了你爸，不听课还是考上了重点高中。
元宵佳节的夜晚，烟花到处飞散，月光有些黯淡 ，不知道是因为薄云，还是为了映合了不完美的圆月 。孔明灯寄托着思念飞向天际，我走进房间 ，把音乐声调大，然后在这里跟你说声，元宵节快乐。
4 Japan : "Old Feeling" Darkness and white intertwined, engraved with gradually complete round moon, looking back, thinking up A lot. Just, get a pen, but can't write a word.
"Remaining is far from distant"
Sunny, I look quietly in the stone platform, the rainy day is far away and not distant, the reason is quiet Because I don't want to disturb this quiet beauty.
"Smile under the smile"
Yesterday: passing through the wind, the vicissitudes of life, the love is shallow, love to become. You use dark filled with sadness, then expose a touch of smile, and look down on the lost direction.
Today: Tell me, do you find the way back?
"Tell you at least, I have been here"
did not receive your first phone, later, you said that I want to tell me, Everyone is sleeping at noon, I called everyone. In fact, I don't want to quarrel to everyone, because I miss you, I always don't know when to play, so I always look for it. However, at least I want to tell you something, simple information, just tell you, I have been there.
"Heart is full of you" Today, all punctuation symbols can be used for spacegeneration. Only you, in my heart, you can't use a blank instead. "bad children" I want to say that no matter how the surface looks like it is bad, it is possible to lack a "true" word. Because falseness is always fake, it is good to look like it is good. I am indeed a bad child, at least in the eyes of others, I have always been a good child, but at least I will be a good man. "The night of drifting heavy rain, some thirst" Suddenly, I haven't had such a night, the ink sky is very big. Big rain, big is like being drowning the whole world. However, I feel thirsty?
"Rain, the night"
Before sleeping last night, I seem to hear the rain. Drazing sound, wake up in the morning, my mother told me to buy a bag of Yuanxiao, I walked two stores to buy, the road outside, like a memory that was wetted by the rain, cavity.
"Dynasty 5th Nine"
Xiao Tian's brother said that they are civil servants who are five nights, and we have to work overtime on weekends. I feel more funny, and let me sweat, you don't want to learn, but because inherited your dad, you don't listen to the key high school. "Fireworks February" The night of the Lantern Festival, the fireworks are scattered everywhere, the moonlight is bleak, I don't know if it is thin cloud, still in order to map The imperfect round moon. Kong Ming Lan is holding thoughts flying to the sky, I walk into the room, tone the music, and then here to follow youSay, happy Lantern Festival.
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