假寐午后,阳光慵懒。楼下大朵大朵的绣球花,透过淡蓝色的窗帘,旁若无人地开着。多想有一个属于自己的,午后。寂静。无人打扰。任凭阳光斜射,水泥建筑的两面,阴晴自知。假寐在枝头,空荡荡地盛开,旁若无人,却失去了水分。城市里,鱼龙混杂;街道上,人群如潮水。谁不是生活的牺牲品?日复一日地,被逼迫着从梦中醒来。困顿。无所适从。击中要害。而那些盗走梦想的时光,早已不知去向。你还要等待春天再一次的降临,春风送 After noon, the sun is lazy. Large hydrangeas downstairs large flowers, through the light blue curtains, no one else to open. More want to have one’s own, in the afternoon. silence. No one interrupted. Despite the sun oblique, cement building on both sides, Yinqing know. Sleep at the branches, empty in full bloom, as if no one, but lost water. In the city, quite a mixed bag; the streets, the crowd tide. Who is not a victim of life? Day after day, he is forced to wake up from his dreams. Troubled. Know what to do Hit the key. And those who steal the dream of the time, already do not know where to go. You have to wait for the coming of spring once again, spring breeze to send