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再也撑不住那把绿伞,划一道弧线,在湖面留下倒影,竟是一颗心的形状。沉入湖底,任淤泥埋没,虽遭劫数洞穿,不改如玉之身,一任千丝万缕的情愫,铸就灵魂。云彩也许读懂了,踯躅着,把全部的感受写进湖心。一叶荷钱,只是最初的好奇,蜻蜓是我最初的粉丝,扇动着美丽的翅膀,牵引着过往的目光。一把绿伞,亭亭袅袅,摇曳着昨夜的清露,装在眸里,装在心里。我知道,这是无数的飘忽,无数的氤氲之后,带给我的手信。只是朝阳有心辉映,烈日无意挽留。风忍不住抱紧我枯去的身躯,让最后的一滴清露融入湖心。
Can no longer hold that green umbrella, draw an arc, leaving a reflection on the lake, was actually a heart shape. Sink into the lake, any silt buried, although by the number of holes drilled, do not change as jade body, inextricably linked feelings, cast the soul. Cloud may read, fickle, write all the feelings into the heart of the lake. A leaf of money, but the initial curiosity, dragonfly is my first fan, fanned with beautiful wings, pulling the eyes of the past. A green umbrella, kiosk curl, swaying last night’s dew, installed in Mouli, loaded in my heart. I know, this is countless erratic, countless shackles, give me the hand letter. Only the sun with the feng shui, the sun did not intend to retain. Wind could not help but hold me tight body, let the last drop of Qing Lu into the heart of the lake.