花朵的童年突然受伤,只能用阳光熬药,用月光养伤。风在哑剧中失声,鸟的眼泪,是天空的纯粹部分,而此刻,却正在一瓣一瓣地凋零。被五月拐走的女儿,臣服于天空的布置,从斑驳的篱笆墙角,走进夏荷的清香之中。顺着村庄的垄沟,绝望的河鱼,在雨后溯流而上,她们瞪大眼睛,像村里的老鳏夫,倾情地用空洞的眼眸,摄取村庄最妖媚的一部分。 Suddenly hurt the flowers of childhood, can only use the sun Aoyao, with moonlight recuperation. Winds of silence in pantomimes, the tears of birds, are pure parts of the sky, and at the moment they are withered off. She was abducted in May daughter surrendered to the sky layout, from the mottled fence corner, into the summer fragrance. Down the village ditch, desperate river fish, upstream after the rain, they widened their eyes, like the old widowed husband in the village, with empty eyes Qingqing, intake of the village part of the most seductive.