Chapter 66 Fairy Tale Room ①

(April 21, 2004) When the confused white begins to shatter, A brilliant blue sky rolls across the huge curtain. I would like to be that thriving corner, Dawn and night become more direct. Dark clouds are the shackles of the weak, the trembling lightning. Look up and take another look! The provocative roar has become a yellowed photo. With that clown's dance, I have the continuity of my soaring universe. The world exists in my eyes, A room that leads to thousands of miles. Books are vast mountains and rivers, The bed is like a cloud of mist lingering in various states.The pen is the edge of a thunderbolt,

The phone is a love that pours out its voice. The drizzle rolls shyly at the window, Jiaoye bid farewell to the spring breeze tremblingly. I leave my frivolous hair, Sleep with the colorful crane in a long smile. free thought Ziyou is fourteen years old