One summer, by the river, I met you. Walking barefoot, stepping shallowly on the soft ground. Carrying the skirt, step by step, approached me. Seeing from a distance, the smile in your eyes. And the footprints behind him alternate left and right, impartial. Only the breeze is accompanied by the cicadas.
You said you want to go, the haunted house opposite. It seems that there can be satisfied, your little curiosity. There is a boat by the river and green grass. You are admiring the scenery along the way. And I was watching secretly, you in the landscape.
In the afternoon, the trees next to the house blocked the daylight. Secretly, a little gloomy. He followed closely and opened the door. The wild cat that jumped out suddenly scared us. Amidst the screams, it started to rain heavily.
Ran back to the shore and saw it from a distance. That boat, in the wind and rain, drifted away. Looking at each other with a bitter smile, he had to walk back along the path. Not far away, there is a thatched pavilion. You sprained your foot because of the slippery road. I picked you up and ran there.
That straw pavilion, although not big. But it can also cover some wind and rain, just like a family. And you who are getting wet, hold yourself tightly. Hand you a wrung out towel. You just looked at me quietly, smiling silently.
The night came quietly, Xing'er blinked. The mountain curtain in the distance contrasted with the night. Under the pale blue sky, two figures were outlined. After passing a wooden bridge, looking up, there are flowing fireflies. I will catch one and give it to you. Gently catch it and place it in the palm of your hand. Looking tenderly, as if guarding love.
That night, you on the bridge. Sitting quietly, pure and beautiful. The moon shadow in the water slightly rippled the heart. The warmth shed turns into your tenderness. In love, you can see your transparent heart.
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