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不成眠时,携一本闲书,第三遍翻阅。明月融融,照尽离人。想着就要成年的自己,依然追逐着那些悲剧故事,看归看,只是又多了一份恐惧,怕夜夜不成眠,怕落尽红泪,怕红叶入眼成血,怕怕怕,再没了年少时的豪气云天。开始试着寻求平静,喜欢微雨,喜欢秋天,尤爱看秋天雨后的天空:那种纯粹的蓝,落进眼里便觉得心里也干净清爽了很多。就这样让思绪在雨后的天空中轻轻涤荡。看不见,青石上长满了青苔,开出一点一点金黄色的花朵;听不见,风吹过溪水,那些柔弱的生命
Do not sleep, take a free book, the third time read. The moon melts, according to the people away. Thinking about adults, still chasing those tragedies, look back to see, but more than a fear of fear, every night, no sleep, afraid of falling red tears, afraid of red leaves into the eyes of the blood, afraid of fear, and then No youth when the heroic sky. Start trying to seek calm, like light rain, like autumn, especially love to see the sky after the fall rain: that kind of pure blue, fall into the eyes, I feel my heart is also clean and fresh a lot. So let thoughts in the sky after the rain gently wash. Invisible, bluestone covered with moss, a little bit of golden flowers; can not hear, the wind blowing through the stream, those weak life