一花凋零,荒芜不了花季。残花虽落,却扶起了新的生命。幽幽的夜,墨染的云中撒开千丝万线,渐渐将天地缝合了。视野中的楼房和树木隐于茫茫的雨色之中,泥泞的路上,只有我孤单的身影,风吹歪了无力的伞,雨水不再温情,打在脸上,滴进脖子,冰凉冰凉的。不可名状的辛酸涌上心头,那令我无地自容的分数在记忆深处痛苦地徘徊。我看见梦想瓦解幻成泡沫,与我渐行渐远,我束手无策地瘫软在远离人烟的荒地,感到苍白无力的惆怅。倏地,凉风拂面而来,落叶纷飞打旋儿栽进泥水,再也起不来,恰时,风中夹杂的一阵栀子花香, A flower withered, barren flowers season. Although the loss of flowers, but picked up a new life. Faint night, ink dyed thousands of silk thousands of threads, and will gradually suture the world. Horizons of buildings and trees hidden in the vast rain among the muddy road, only my lonely figure, the wind crooked weak umbrella, the rain is no warmth, hit the face, dripping into the neck, cold and cold . Unspeakable bitterness in my heart, that makes me shameless scores in the memory of the pain wandering. I saw the dream dissolve the imaginary bubble, and I go away, I am helpless at the mercy of the wasteland away from feeling lonely melancholy.倏, breeze blowing, deciduous swirling children planted into the mud, never get together again, just in time, the wind mixed with gardenia flowers,