风尘掩往事,湮没多不闻。我忽思旧性,燃犀烛自身。一、向独今年春天,我发现自己开始逐渐脱离人群,安享当下,独自去来。有时是清晨,提着新买的菜蔬走路回家。初春,整条街上的玉兰一夜花开。新雪般落满枝头,凛然洁白。大片大片的白色花瓣会因为一阵风起意外跌落枝头,玉琢的花瓣上瞬间浮起游丝般红褐色裂痕,耳边甚至还会隐然听见落地迸裂的铿然清响。沉积了一夜的花香像一群受到惊吓的鸽子,扑闪着羽翼腾空而起,毛茸茸的细羽擦着脸颊一 Dust cover the world, annihilation do not smell more. I am ignorant of the old, burning rhinoceros candle itself. First, to independence This spring, I found myself gradually out of the crowd, enjoy the moment, alone. Sometimes it is early in the morning, walk home with the newly bought vegetables. Early spring, magnolia entire street flowers bloom. New snow covered with branches, awe-inspiring white. Large tracts of white petals because of a gust of wind accidentally dropped branches, Yuzhuo petals instant floating floating gossamer rufous fissure, the ear will even hear the sudden burst into the sound of Kung Ran Qing Xiang. Seduced by a night of flowers like a group of startled pigeons, flapping their wings into the air, hairy fine feather rub cheek one