夜的深处飘出一片白云所有的思念渗透夜的骨髓所有的骨骼倾向一颗星星那些云中的线条,噗哧哧地沿着澄明的弯月编织幽静的梦一块蓝宝石开始熠熠闪闪地走动一袭白衣的生灵,忽然打开一把银光烁烁的折扇轻轻地摇了摇嫩芽初上的三月无形的风,顿时生动春的情境我的十指,重重地压在感? In the darkness of the night, there is a cloud of white clouds, all the thoughts that penetrate the bone marrow of the night. All the skeletons tend to line the clouds of a star, and weaving a secluded dream along the clear crescent moon. A sapphire begins to sparkle. The creatures in the white clothes suddenly opened a bright silver-colored folding fan and gently shook the invisible wind in the early March of the tender buds. When suddenly the vivid spring scene, my fingers, weighed heavily on the feelings?