一场美丽的相遇,醉了六月,醉了一朵花的芬芳。阳光下慎重地开满了花,朵朵都是前世的期盼。诗意的语言,给人灵魂缠绵,流动着笔墨里的娟娟清恬。你,就是我前世遗留的期盼,今生,我们又在诗意的文字里相遇流转。你说,你听到夜半玫瑰花落下的花瓣,你可知道枯萎的声音里有多少羁绊。 A beautiful encounter, drunk in June, drunk with the fragrance of a flower. The sun is filled with flowers cautiously, and blossoming is the hope of past lives. The poetic language lingers people’s souls. You, the expectation left over from my past lives. In this life, we meet again and again in poetic writing. You say, you hear the petal that rose in the middle of the night, and you know how many flaws there are in the withered voice.