Big yellow fish

Today is the day she is discharged from the hospital, and she is tired because of a toll of people, a face full of false smiles and an ear with no new greeting. After rejecting all enthusiasm, Shizuku returned to school alone. It's easy to walk on the trail of the back mountain. She came to the golden daisy because of a special gift. The flowers don't like to be wrapped in paper, they should be on branches, they should be alive, so that the beauty of life... On the slopes, the daisies are well-opened, the wild radiant and wanton, and have not made the works of revision, and have no illusions, but to embrace this autumn with all heart and soul, and to shake the pure wildness with all heart and soul, and to exult the Zing. Shizuku does not like the present life, because of his face and family life, and the relationships around him are always more and less real. As long as you look like a daisy, you're angry, you're capable, you're capable, but the reality is always hopeless, and we can't get rid of it, because this river of red dust is always too easy for real people to drown... We can only wrap ourselves in a disguise to avoid harm... "The night rises out of the fence, the cold smells of autumn water. "Remember the mountains, in the walls of the rock." A clear chorus pulls back into reality and turns around, and the bright eyes behind the thick lenses and the tremors of the heart. It's a nice word. "You're here." It's a good word. "The last time I thought about it, I was afraid of it, so I broke a bunch of daisies so I could look at it in the ward." Although the beauty of the daisies should stand a branch before they get drunk..." It's not usually familiar with a person's direct name, it's offensive, it makes her feel a little light, but the glasses don't bring it, but they make it feel warm and shiver again. It's not right to say it. Two reds are flying on the cheek. Glasses smile, white teeth: "Well, maybe we're all fallen men, living in poverty..." The glasses were also windy, and he was already there, standing there watching. And the sun is set in the morning, and the wind rises, and a daisy is rotting, and the heart is stilling. The glasses never looked so long for a woman, because they would lead him to “luxuriousness”, but the glasses at this time were so eager for “luxuriousness”... that “dark and pale purple, melted and thawed”. Tahrir fences, fragrance in the house. And when they shall not be resurfaced, they shall be a weak sun. May the parrot of gold be promoted to White Jade Hall." Shizuku doesn't know what to say, and so does the poetry. “Ah, the most beautiful and most difficult poem of my life is the "Kinther," the "Sweetness, Wrestling, Qing, Qing, Qing, Zing, a "Kinth" , the "Little Fox" , the "Little Fox" ? No one knows, huh. Jin-seul unprovoked 50-string, one-string twilight year. I'm a dreamer of butterflies, and I'm looking at the heart of spring. The moon is full of tears and blue fields are warm and smoked. This is to be remembered, except that it was lost. The first beauty, the final destination... "and I'm going to fight him for a long time. "Well, since we're talking about Yishan, what about his Jinxer's life? Scrumptious head. In the face of the provocations of thought, the glasses are smiling, huh, the little woman who won't give up. "Since a string of fine years, mind your thoughts." “At the side of the general, one man is white. And ten years suddenly, it's said, "Oh, yeah. "The heart of the spring is invincible." "Red Houses look cold in the rain and the beads return alone." "The plume is so thin and soaked, and soaks up and down. When Japan surrounds the tree by the pool, remembers the snowfall." "The vanity of the world has never opened." “The sky pitys the ghost grass, and the night clears the earth.” “The night rain rises and the autumn pool rises.” “As he smiles, he is a man of his past”. Evenly, he smiled. “With respect to Jinxer, the Zhouly Instrument Chart has clouds: Arthur 23s, chords of chords of chorus, chorus of chords of chorus, cursors of the Jade, and curvatures of chords as cursors.” “Ah, there's a cloud on Hanson's suburbs: the Qin Emperor has made the so-called So-called 50-stringer, the sad one, and the Qin Emperor can't stop it, so it's a 25-string.” "Yeyama's return to the rain has lost the rain." “Iishan's Night of July 28th and Wang Zheng's Dreams After Rains: Rain Strikes 50 Strings.” "The Monopoly Quissy is cloudy: the Monopoly Dreams are butterflies, but also butterflies; self-inflection and desire! I don't know. The Russians think it's a week. ♪ Don't you know ♪ Butterfly's dreams are weeks and weeks." "Woyang's kingdom" by Dou-woo, No. ... it is open to each other, and it removes water from the mountain, and the emperor, by his government, is in the open. The Emperor rises to the west of the mountain. It was the second month of the month, and so was the sad son of the bird." “The Book says that there are swarms of the south abroad, and that water is like fish, and it does not weave, but that its tears produce.” “The land machine, Manning, the clouds, the rocks, the mountains, the waters, the waters, the waters.” ...time, like running water, is soft, even the wind smells of books, and two young people's lives are so close to each other in poetry. From the first hand to the last hand. From the distance from the first to the last to the sunset. Do human beings meet several times in their lives, or are they good, or have few, or repent, or rejoice, and lead us to a different life, and speak of different scenery. It was a wonderful encounter, and the poetry of this moment was destined to be an elegant love. But, yakuza, it's a pair of twin brothers... meeting each other。