My life

I
what
busied
one
day,
the
body
that
dragging
exhaustion
sits
silently
on
the
balcony
to
s
yare
blankly,
come
stealthily
towards
evening,
late
wind
slowly
had
blown,
left
the
cool
t
race
of
filar
silk.
But
the
balcony
that
also
cannot
bake
sun
broil
hair
is
very
hotly
is
wr
apped
cool.
Dark,
bird
is
less
and
less
also,
the
damage
that
a
string
of
bird
left
in
the
s
ky
cries.
The
sun
that
worked
one
day
also
took
off
coverall,
it
is
no
longer
in
that
way

dazzling.
The
tender
broadness
that
the
sun
that
changes
new
clothes
also
changes
is
ele
gant,
lovely.
Tell
the
truth
the
sun
can
be
met
really
choose
color.
The
clothes
that
you
s
ee
her
wear
is
much
more
beautiful,
red
is
blaze
that
one
the
most
beautiful
one
color
in

the
layer.
Withered
and
yellow
is
squashy
orange
just
was
picked
on
the
tree
that
orang
e
is
yellow.
Foil
in
so
beautiful
color
the
cheek
that
issued
arch
to
give
a
piece
of
peace
ful.
She
seems
to
be
being
monitored
by
others
same,
stealthily
move
is
moving
pace,
ap
pear
that
kind
is
lightsome.
Knowing
at
this
moment
is
who
is
make
a
practical
joke,
in
her
that
is
high
and
scatter
on
luxuriant
clothes
went
up
prepared
Chinese
ink
makes
her
dress
becomes
bit
more
full
of
stains
or
spots,
ased
if
to
throw
one
Jiao
in
wallow.
Right

now
she
is
like
a
girl
bashful
and
same,
blush
so
that
resemble
squashy
persimmon.
Per
haps
she
feels
embarrassed
to
used
white
gauze
cloak
to
live
then
half
face.
Passed
for
a
ges,
perhaps
be
she
feels
to
be
done
so
also
of
no
help
cowardly
cowardly
ground
comes

out
to
appear
that
kind
is
bashful.
Then
she
thinks
36
plan
--
go
for
the
best
thing
to
d
o,
be
smooth!
Apparent
its
speed
appears
than
a
moment
ago
much
faster,
she
is
floating

die
of
small
blush
Pang
is
in
then
later
hilltop.
The
sky
appears
deserted.
Again
scan
wi
dely
hopes
horizon
appeared
again
her
form,
hey!
How
be
like
two
different
people
with
foregoing
the
setting
sun,
move
close
to
again
look,
it
is
the
moon
that
Yin
Guangshan
s
hows
so.
Dark,
appear
soundless
in
that
way
all
around.  
 
忙碌了一天的我
,
拖着疲劳的身体静静的坐在阳台上发呆
,
傍晚悄悄来临
,
晚风缓缓的吹过
,
留
下了丝丝的凉意
.
但也不能将太阳炙烤得发烫的阳台裹凉
.
天黑了
,
鸟儿也愈来愈少
,
天空中留
下了一串鸟的残鸣。
 
 
工作了一天的太阳也脱下了工作服，不再是那样刺眼。换上新装的太阳也变的温柔阔雅，
楚楚动人。
说实话太阳可真会挑颜色。
你看她穿的衣服多漂亮，
红的是火焰那一层一层中最
美的颜色。
枯黄的是树上刚摘下来熟透的桔子那桔黄。
在这样美丽的颜色衬托下拱出了一张
恬静的脸蛋。她好像被别人监视着一样，悄悄的挪移着步伐，显得那般轻盈。
 
 
这时不知道是谁在搞恶作剧，
在她那高贵而又华丽的衣裳上撒上了墨汁使她的衣服变得斑
斑点点，仿佛在泥坑里摔了一跤。此时她好像一个小姑娘害羞一样，脸红得象熟透的柿子。
也许她觉得难堪于是便用白纱遮掩住了一半脸。
过了好久，
也许是她觉得这样做也无济于事
便怯怯地出来显得那般羞涩。
于是她便想三十六计
——
走为上策，
溜！
显然它的速度显得比
刚才快多了，
之后她那泛着微红脸庞消逝在山头。
天空则显得空荡荡的。
再放眼一望天际又
出现了她的身影，哎！怎么跟先前的夕阳判若两人，再凑近一看，原来是银光闪闪的月亮。

天黑了，四周则显得那样静悄悄。

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