浮沉的云海留给天空一抹阴凉,把人间的八月点印出思念中的印斑,放入大脑。关于这个城市人影画像出现在脑海,印在上岗。让思念渲染绿叶,趁着花瓣还没有开放,慢慢生长。慢慢的等你走进万花丛中,闻着花香,飘进你心中的味道不是花香,而是我思念时的向往。在雨中,t我试着把你描绘。描绘出你的双眸和你最忧伤的目光。闪动着,张望远方。远方,有你的故乡。哪里有你的童年,有你的成长,有你的欢乐,也有你的忧伤。我把你的守望画在一张普通的白纸 Floating clouds to the sky leaving the sky a touch of cool, the world’s August point printed in the missing print, into the brain. About this city silhouette appears in the mind, printed in induction. Let the idea of ​​rendering green leaves, taking advantage of the petals have not yet opened, growing slowly. Slowly waiting for you into the million flowers, smell the flowers, the smell of floating in your heart is not a floral, but rather when I miss the yearning. In the rain, t I try to portray you. Describe your eyes and your most sad eyes. Flashing, looking into the distance. Far, have your hometown. Where your childhood, have your growth, have your joy, but also your sadness. I draw your watch on a plain white paper