重复,反复,始终没有颠覆。弧线,水滢,已然成为习惯。笑容承载的泪水倾然,天真毅然前行。——题记美好的过去时凌晨两点,蝉鸣四溢。冷清,黯淡,充斥着房间,一抹清辉冷不丁蹿入,斑驳地映于地板,诡异的斑驳,渲染着深沉突兀的氛围。拉开台灯,明晃刺眼的灯光慢悠悠地绽开,却狠狠地灼伤了 Repeatedly and repeatedly, there is no subversion. Arc, water, has become a habit. The tears carried by the smile are in full swing, and the innocence moves forward with determination. ——The inscription was wonderful at two o'clock in the past. Desolation, bleakness, flooded with rooms, a touch of clear and cold intrusion, mottled reflections on the floor, strange mottled, rendering a deep and unexpected atmosphere. Pulling on the lamp, bright and dazzling lights bloom slowly, but it burns