摸着日子的岸 ，吞吐，呼吸，水草般纠缠 ，一不小心，二十年 。写下的词语，除了曲直 ，深浅，还有起伏，跌宕。一堵斑驳脱落的墙 ，竟然没有倒下，温暖的灰尘，覆满心脏的故乡。辗转的月亮，跃上别样的小径 ，在家常的叶片上验证着各自的幸福 。那熟悉的声音呢？是你么？你在问我吗？谁在那儿？怎么可能？一首诗遗落在梦中，还有重新滑人欣喜的鱼，继续散步 ，继续遇见。
蓝孔雀扑楞着阴暗的松林，校服的少女，轻盈的膝盖 ，展开着窃笑，在台阶，在窗口。梧桐叶成熟的微笑里 ，星光还活着，记忆还活着，羞涩的池塘 ，默默端起酒杯，缭绕醉，囚禁味 。突然，二十年里所有的潮湿与幽暗被透亮起来 ，关于人生的一些概念开始奔走，热烈。残缺的启示变成一枚闪烁着淡然的别针，订住千山万水 ，一册册，一集集，承诺未来的每一天 ，努力微笑。
潮润，无数次掠过眼角，奔向心海 。我并不善于表达 ，只是，眼睛里，指尖上 ，停在那里的，你都明白。没有想到，二十年竟是一个优雅的转身，柳树收起擦肩而过的艳羡 ，久久凝望背影的曾经，携带亲密迅速返回。寂静飞过的艰难与波折，如今也成了幸福的回暖。原谅吧 ，过去的那些命运，只不过是冬天里黑夜的一些调笑，旋转的痕迹 ，早就幻为蓝色的晨光，嵌在中年闪亮的发梢 。
再一转眼，恐怕又是一段长长的路程 ，浓密的生活必将继续衔着各色枝叶，构筑形形色色的巢。无论笨拙还是精明，经过这一天 ，我的翅膀一定不会再是孤单。看到了，你鼓励的目光，搀扶的手，斜飞在我生命的左前方 ，与我无声的力量 。哪怕我的路途只是一条狭小的山谷，也会仰望仅有的蓝天，坐在自己的石头上 ，摸索希望，拍打空气，给你一缕缕新鲜的阳光。
Touching the day, throughput, breathing, water and grass, unclear, twenty years. Write the words, except that the song is straight, the depth, and the ups and downs. A spotted wall, there is no fall, warm dust, and the hometown of the heart. Turning the moon, jump on a different path, verify the respective happiness on the home blade. What is the familiar voice? Are you? Are you asking me? Who is there? How can it be? A poem is falling in a dream, and there is a fish that will be happy, continue to walk, continue to meet.
Blue Peacock whited in dark pine forest, school uniform's teenage, light knee, laughing, on the stairs, in the window. In the mature smile, the star is still alive, and the memory is still alive, the shame, silently drinking a glass of wine, lingering, imprisonment. Suddenly, all the moisture and darkness in the twenty years were translucent, and some concepts about life began to run, enthusiastically. The enlightenment of the incompleteness becomes a flashing pin, changing thousands of mountains, a book, a collection, and promise every day of the future, try to smile.
The championship, went to the corner of the eye, and rushed to the heart. I am not good at expressing, just, in my eyes, my fingertips, stop there, you understand. Didn't think that the 20th year is an elegant turn, the willow is hitting the envy of the shoulders, and I have a long time to watch my back, carry intimacy and quick return. The hardship and twists and turns of the silence, and now it has become a happiness. Forgive, those fate of the past, only some of the night in the night, the traces of rotation, the blue morning light, embedded in middle-aged shiny hairpers.
It's another way to turn it again, it is a long distance, and the thick life will continue to mark each color branches and build a shaped nest. Whether you are still savvy, after this day, my wings will not be alone. Seeing, you encourage your eyes, help the hand, slanting in front of my life, with my silent power. Even if my road is just a small valley, I will look up to the only blue sky, sitting on my own stone, explore hope, shoot the air, give you a fresh sunshine.
Pray for you, eternal first!
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