Text: Zhen Xiaozhu.
Write down, if there is an idle cloud to know my heart, there is a little sadness in my heart, people are like floating clouds, in order to make a living, always drifting.
I don't know if Bai Yun will be tired, but I, in the years of wandering, am really tired, alone in a foreign land, there are not too many words to be able to go smoothly.
Unintentionally, you will be quick to speak, but afterwards, you always regret it, who is easy? Walking on earth, who likes flattery?
Although I am always tired of watching some people's condescension and deceit, I should not express it too bluntly, I often hate myself for my obsession.
The white clouds drift by outside the window, and I always look forward to a flower that can stop outside my window for a long time, and listen to my heart in the white white water.
Everyone has secrets that no one knows, and some things are always talkative, if the cloud knows, there is a kind of lovesickness, which is a wordless ending, then the sad mood will not be taken away by the cloud.
I stood in front of the window, looking at the white clouds in the sky, the clouds were rolling and soothing, white and flawless, and I really wanted to cut a neon dress made of clouds, and pin my joys, sorrows, and sorrows to my skirt.
The clouds outside the window floated silently, lost their traces in an instant, and I told my inner story to whom, and wrote it on this note, so that I would slowly reminisce about it in the future.
People are middle-aged, but they are still infatuated with words, thank you for visiting and reading, Xiaozhu looks forward to encouraging you.
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