碎片,全是碎片,拾起,永远拼接不圆满。也曾展妖姿于群芳,也曾孤傲笑于尘世,待凋残,奈作春泥,化作暗火,燃尽青春,献于后生。初夏的梦里,尽是繁花璀璨。一雾,还是烟,笼于葱翠繁杂之丛,模糊、碎密。唯有朵朵夏花,蕴出一抹绯红,淡开在寥无边际的苍空,绚烂地耀着人的双目。如此般独揽光景之势,我俯身:“是不是很快乐?”“是不是很快乐……”她问。她笑着,没给自己留什么答复。她跑开了,跑向那团迷雾,跑向那即将消散的白色气团,跑向那几乎要刺伤双眼的束束阳光。 Fragments, all fragments, picked up, never stitched together. Has also exhibited Demon Attitude in the Qunfang, also Liao Liao laughed earthly, to wither, Chennai for mud, into dark fire, burn youth, dedicated to future generations. Early summer dreams, full of bright flowers. A fog, or smoke, covered in lush Cong Cong, fuzzy, broken dense. Only blossoming summer flowers, Yun out a touch of crimson, fade in the infinity of the sky, gorgeous glory of people’s eyes. So dominated by the trend of the situation, I leaned forward: “is not very happy? ” “Is not very happy ... ” she asked. She smiled, did not leave any reply to myself. She ran away, ran to the fog, ran toward the soon-to-be-dissipated white air mass, and ran toward the beam of sunlight that almost stabbed both eyes.