一丁点儿酒,足以释放原始的自己,一些事件能浮光掠的声音,踩着季节的脚,轻声而让人觉的漫延。影而过,屋子如在溪中漂流,摇摇晃晃,随波而去,岸边的风景倒映在明镜的河水里,我视而不见,许是有只鸟儿的啼声让我回了头去,我才发觉,岸边的菊花开了,有红有白,在我远去的视觉中,画出飘动的莹条。我是一直赞着花的美的,就像冬天我一直期待雪花一般,那些晶莹透彻的固体,总让我想到我生命中所谓经历的爱情,绚烂的后面,是化雾化气的 A little bit of wine, enough to release the original self, some events can float light sound, stepping on the foot of the season, softly and people feel the spread. The shadow of the house as drifting in the river, rickety, go with the waves, the shore of the landscape reflected in the mirror of the river, I turned a blind eye, perhaps a cry of birds let me back to the head, I realized that the chrysanthemums on the shore were open, red and white, and the flowing waves were drawn in my vision of going away. I always admire the beauty of flowers, just like winter, I have been waiting for the snow, the crystal solid, always make me think of my life so-called love, gorgeous back, is the atomization of the gas