The full text of those bloom voices.

Three, three, two in full bloom,

Sound,

A little heartbreaking touch.

Xia he,

Dragonflies cling to each other,

I'm loaded.

Bloom's voice,

Filled in my heart,

Exciting,

It's badly hurt.

If love has a voice, I think it will be the voice of flowers, blooming quietly and fading quietly.

In the maple leaf forest in winter, the sunlight burns through the cracks, and the ground burns into mottled and staggered weak light. Maple leaves swayed with the wind, which dried their young lives, withered, turned yellow and scattered all over the floor, ending their life journey.

Dong Luo lingered in this pale artistic conception, and a yellow leaf just landed on his head, which instantly disrupted his hair, his footsteps and his thoughts.

Dongluo picked the leaves with his own hands and admired them as if he were enjoying a rare treasure. There is a smile on his face. He looked at the fallen leaves and forgot to fall for a long time. He thought he wanted to thank these seemingly lonely leaves, which transferred his happiness to him.

He thought, "Why are there such sad women in the world?" Later, he gradually realized that fallen leaves are alive, just like the sound of rain falling, destined to be a lonely soul. And they transferred all their happiness to themselves, silently looking up at him in the distance.

The longer the dimension of time, the longer the depth of memory.

The sunset in the evening is shrouded in sunset glow. The clear sky passed a few light sparrows and stayed on the telephone pole. The crow's voice on the branches is clear and crisp, like a beautiful song, which pervades this busy evening. Butterflies are chasing and jumping happily, as if laughing at people who are busy chasing fame and profit.

Dongluo shuttled through this somewhat dim sky with some books. To tell the truth, Dong Luo is not a person who loves reading, especially learning Qian Qian's 10,000 words, which are composed of 26 letters. But for that exam, he had no choice but to be a dead horse.

He didn't understand why he was so nervous and signed up for this major that he wasn't very interested in. But then he wanted to be safe when he came. Dong Luo is not a person who likes to regret, because he knows what he can do if he regrets. One cannot put back the clock. Regret is just a kind of comfort that bothers you and has no value.

Who did you meet in the corner of love? Can I accompany you through the corner of love? Who did you meet in the corner of love? Maybe it's strange enough to know who made me you. I won't make love cry. Now you will always be my beauty. Show Lo's song "Corner of Love" sounded in my ear, which was his favorite song. This TV series is also his favorite. Although he thinks the plot is a bit unrealistic and romantic, he still likes it.

He once watched this TV series at home and directed the lens of the powerful remote control with his sister. Every time he was the soldier who returned home in triumph, he sat there quietly and watched with relish. How many times have his tears been sacrificed for those touching scenes? He likes crying since he was a child. He wondered if he was Lin Daiyu in a dream of red mansions in his previous life, or why he liked to cry so much. He has been thinking hard for eighteen years, but he still hasn't figured it out.

Dong Luo, holding some books, looked around as if there was an invisible force pulling his small and fuzzy eyes. Suddenly, the sight in front of him stunned him and stopped in a hurry.

Not far away, a girl was bending down to pick up a fallen leaf, which was mixed in the book. With a shallow smile, she turned and left without leaving a trace, and her back became farther and farther away until she finally disappeared completely. Only Dongluo stood there like a thin little tree. The foot under his leg seems to be no longer his own, and he has no right to move.

He thought, "Why are there such sad women in the world?" Later, he gradually realized that fallen leaves are alive, just like the sound of rain falling, destined to be a lonely soul. And they transferred all their happiness to themselves, silently looking up at him in the distance.

Dong Luo is a lover of words. He once told me that words are his life, he was born for words, and words are indispensable in his life. He told me that people who like words are slightly hurt. I laughed at him and said, have you ever been hurt? He didn't speak, just smiled in a low voice, with a little sadness in his smile, like purple in white clouds. Later, when I fell in love, I really understood what he said.

October in Wuhan is a sad place, just because of the patronage in that winter. However, in this cold winter when snowflakes are flying all over the sky, Liu Dong has found a deep warmth. He finally understood that there are not only sadness and cold, but also joy and warmth in winter. He is a happy angel this winter.

Kong is the first person Dong Luo met at school. On that rainy day, Dong Luo and his cousin reported to school. When they came to the assigned dormitory, they saw Kongmi scrubbing his desk meticulously. When they saw Dongluo, Kong greeted Dongluo, and Dongluo responded politely to Kong. From then on, they became good friends who talked about everything, and they were inseparable. They eat together, have classes together and chat together.

Perhaps what Dong Luo remembers vividly is that in the dead of night, they were lying in bed watching a Korean movie called Love the Sky. Finally, there were faint tears in the corner of my eyes, just because of that heartbreaking and imperfect ending.

They stayed up all night that night. They told each other about their past. Kong said that a girl confessed to him in high school, but at that time he was young and frivolous and refused her. Later, when he found himself in love with that girl, someone had been silently accompanying her. At that time, he could only bury his thoughts deeply in his heart and turn them into tears that wish you happiness.

"So we should cherish the people around us, and don't wait until we lose them to know their goodness. At that time, all we could have was that regret. " This is the last profound summary of emptiness.

There are several white clouds floating under the blue sky. The sunshine in winter is like a cool breeze, falling on people's red faces. A few magpies stopped on the bare branches, singing sad songs, and Plum Blossoms opened their eyes bit by bit. Looking at this cold season, their corners of the mouth slowly reveal a faint fragrance, floating in the air, dotted with the glitz of the sky and flowing into the clear spring water.

The school's annual press corps recruitment activity is in full swing again. That day, Kong and Dong Luo passed by. Kong suddenly jokingly wanted to try Dong Luo, because he knew Dong Luo liked writing. Dong Luo listened to the empty suggestion and took a piece of information to register.

The winter wind, like a bayonet, blows on that white chiseled face in the east. Walking eastward, although the air is a little cold, there is a warm current flowing into his heart. I have walked thousands of paths on weekdays, but now it seems a little long, and the sound of friction under my feet is clearly visible. The road seems to be slowly extending to the space where he can't see the end, just like Wan Ru's life track, that is, the village where he can't see a bright future.

Dongluo gently put the information in his hand into the hands of the recruiter, and then turned away. He suddenly felt a lot lighter, as if he had put down the heavy stone in his heart. He doesn't know why he feels this way. Do you still miss those illusory reputations? As before, hasn't he given up? At the moment, he suddenly felt confused.

Dongluo is a person who likes freedom, just like the sea of freedom. He said that if there was a next life, he hoped it would be a carefree sea. He is not a man who likes to pursue fame and fortune. His childhood dream was not to be an official. He thought maybe he didn't have that ability either. He only likes to live a free life, and likes to do things he likes with people he likes in places he likes. He thinks that this is true happiness, and he should work towards happiness.

Sometimes, I wonder if fate is just a patent in TV series or movies. In reality, will fate quietly come to a corner that we have spent, perhaps are experiencing, or perhaps will meet in the future? We just didn't notice it? I believe all the answers will be yes. Fate is always around us, just as beauty is always around us. Perhaps what we lack is only the eyes that find beauty, and so is fate.

The clock of time swings quietly to the sky of fate and gradually stops at that moment, the day we met.

I remember that day, the sunshine outside the window was particularly warm, as if it were still a little sultry, and it slowly sprinkled on the face of the East. He suddenly felt that the time was a bit dazzling, and he was thinking. Dong Luo sat quietly in the last seat, waiting, with headphones hanging in his ears, listening to those songs he liked. Dong Luo is a person who likes music, just like words. Although he is not very good at singing, he still likes it. He likes to sit in the last row, which is a habit he has never changed, just as he has never changed his preference for silence.

Dong Luo sat there, but his mood was very tense. Although he told himself a thousand times that it was nothing, it was just a game waiting for the curtain to rise. But in the end, nothing made up for it. He is a quiet boy, but before he knows someone else, if he knows that person, he will be like a 360-degree madman and will say a lot to others. He likes to record everything in words, and he likes to be alone. He once told me with dignity: "Everyone will be a lonely soul, but every successful person can endure loneliness."

Later I laughed at him and said, "Then why don't you put up with that loneliness?" He said to me with his sad eyes, "Because I am not a successful person, I have indulged myself. But now I have learned to endure loneliness and I am no longer a lonely puppet. "

Finally, the interviewer called his name. How can there be a trace of sadness in his voice? His heart trembled slightly and he strode to the stage with heavy steps.

"How could it be her?" Dong Luo was a little surprised and excited when he saw the girl in front of him. It turned out that the girl who called his name just now was the one who surprised him. He never thought that they would meet again, or under such circumstances.

East gawk at her, eyes fixed there, as if to see through the girl in front of me. He was silent and bowed his head, wondering what kind of girl she was. The girl interrupted his thoughts and he suddenly woke up. For the first time, he felt like a anthomaniac, and secretly cursed himself. Dong Luo felt a little rude. He covered it all up with that faint smile, and his white teeth sparkled in the sun.

When the Nangong asked Dong questions, Dong Luo just muttered a few words from the corners of his mouth from time to time, intermittently. Nangong Lie comforted Dong Luo not to be nervous. Dong Luo just smiled foolishly. Nangong wanted to wait for news. Dongluo nodded and left.

The afternoon sunshine made Dongluo feel a little bored. He hit Dong Luo lazily in the face, and the breeze blew away the cold sweat on his face. Pedestrians on the road are talking and laughing in twos and threes, just leaving the East and walking alone. Dong Luo didn't think much about today's interview, because he knew it was a bad ending, but when he thought of the Nangong, he suddenly felt a little sorry. He thought they would never meet again. He walked quietly with his head down like a little boy who had done something wrong.

Cloudy air gradually entered, and the night silently pierced the whole sky, and the night came. The moonlight lit up the hazy night, all the glitz fell asleep peacefully, and the air was as quiet as the virgin forest.

Dongluo was lying in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. He looked at the moonlight outside the window, as bright as a crystal clear stream, and the moon was round as if it were painted with colored strokes, hanging in the distant horizon and moored. Dong Luo suddenly remembered that today is fifteen, and he almost forgot. He looked at the moonlight quietly and thought of his parents thousands of miles away. Are they okay now? He wanted to call them, but on second thought, they might have fallen asleep after midnight. He didn't want to disturb them, so he firmly returned to the main menu. He wants to talk tomorrow.

It was late at night, and the air was filled with a kind of cold breath, which slowly drifted to Dongluo's face. He sneezed and thought he had a cold. He closed his eyes, opened them again, closed them again, and finally I don't know how many times he made such clumsy movements before he fell asleep safely.

At night, he slept peacefully, like an old woman. He had a sweet dream. In the dream, he met a sad girl, as sad as the Nangong. She told Dong Luo that she came to see him in another life. In order to find him, he endured the pain in the time machine. Finally, they are very happy together. When Dongluo tried to touch her sad face, she drifted away without a trace, quietly, just like bloom's voice, quietly blooming and dying.

The air in the morning is always so bright, like a budding flower, covered with the color of life, without foul smell. Flowers on the balcony also opened their sleepy eyes. Looking at this hopeful morning, birds are singing melodious music happily on the branches, as if urging sleeping people to get up and enjoy this delicious food.

"A year's plan lies in spring, and a day's plan lies in the morning." Dong Luo certainly understands this truth, so he never likes getting up late, but today he slept so soundly and was still talking to Duke Zhou. Maybe it's because I stayed up too late last night, so I forgot the time.

It was almost nine o'clock before he woke up groggy and turned on his cell phone. This is the first thing Dong Luo did when he woke up. He doesn't like sleeping with his cell phone on. He is afraid of being disturbed by others. He thinks it will cause great radiation to the human body, so turning off his mobile phone before going to bed is a habit he has never changed.

An unread text message lay quietly in his inbox and accompanied him all night. Dong Luo opened the short message and looked carefully. It turned out that it was sent to him by the press corps. It reads thickly: "First of all, congratulations on joining the press corps. Please remember to attend the freshman meeting of the press group at 6: 20 this Friday in the lecture hall of Nanyi, secretary of the secretariat, Nangong. "

I looked at this message to the east, but I actually looked at it for more than ten minutes. He thinks he finally knows her name. What a sad name.

Dong Luo's heart is criss-crossed with too many emotions. He didn't know whether he should be happy to see the Nangong again. Or is it ridiculous for your own carelessness? I didn't want to plant a willow, but it became a shade. In fact, I like all this because the sentence "try it" is vague. He just wanted to have fun, but now it seems like playing with fire and setting himself on fire.

If he didn't see the Nangong that day, I don't think he will go again, just as he gave up going to the radio station. He doesn't like that feeling. He thought about it, and finally decided to go, just because he wanted to see the Nangong and meet the sad woman.

It was a rainy day, and the rain fell on the ground, as if beating the dusty heart of the East. The outside world is dark, the lights on the road are looming, and the shadow of the East drags on for a long time. Dongluo walked with his favorite green umbrella, which was the place where he and Yao used to shelter from the wind and rain, but now she is not with him, and she will never hold an umbrella with him again, ever.

Every time I hold up this umbrella, Dong Luo will think of her before and their past. Although it hurts every time, he never thought of giving up this umbrella, just like giving up the memories between them. He thinks it is happy, even if it hurts, at least he has her love, and he thinks it is enough.

The east falls on the flowing rain, as if it were pressing sadness all over the floor. He still thinks of her in his heart. I don't know why. Every time Dong Luo thinks of Yao, there will be a faint smile on his face. He has never hated Yao, because he knows that hating someone is a very painful thing. He thought, maybe breaking up is an essential color of love, just as calcium is the most basic element of human body.

The cold wind, like a ruthless bayonet, was heavily engraved on his red face, but he didn't feel a trace of oriental cold, although he only wore that thin dress, in such a frozen winter. Dong Luo doesn't like to wear thick clothes because he doesn't like to look so heavy, just as he doesn't like to gain weight, even though he is so thin.

Dong Luo has a red rope tied to his hand, which was tied by Yao. They all have one. At that time, Yao said to him affectionately, "So we can be together forever." Later, Dong Luo accidentally thought that this red rope also has the effect of losing weight. Dong Luo always likes to look at this red rope. He pulled it to see if it was loose or tight. If it is loose, he will tell himself to eat more. Once he is tight, he will tell himself that he seems to have eaten less. So Dongluo will never get fat.

Dongluo walked through this seemingly long journey with an umbrella. He accidentally found that his shoulders were soaked through by thick rain. It suddenly occurred to him that Yao had never been wet when he walked with him before, but now why did he get wet when he was holding an umbrella alone?

It suddenly occurred to him that Yao always asked for an umbrella. In an instant, Dong Luo finally understood everything. It turned out that Yao loved him so much at that time that it wouldn't hurt at all. Dongluo felt that she had failed her, and her memory stayed on the day when they broke up.

That day, it was also rainy. Dong Luo and Yao are walking in the rain. Yao has the umbrella. Dongluo never takes an umbrella. Since I met Yao, it's not that I don't want to hug, but because Yao insists on hugging every time, I gradually get used to it. Dong Luo didn't understand why before, but today he finally understood all this.

"Dong Luo, don't you love me anymore?" Yao looked into Dong Luo's eyes and said sadly, as if tears were coming down. "How did that happen? Fool, what are you thinking? " East blowing nose to comfort Yao said:

"Then why didn't you tell me you went to see her last night?" Yao was a little angry and choked up. "You mean a little kuai? Last night, she called me to see her because she told me that she was ill. I didn't tell you because I was afraid you would misunderstand. You see, now you misunderstood. Xiaoyan and I are just friends. Although she once liked me, I never liked her. Later, with you, I told her that we could only be friends, and she agreed. " Dong Luo explained all this to Yao, because he really likes Yao and he doesn't want to lose her.

But Yao's words hurt Dong Luo's heart. "Then why didn't she call Xiaoyao? Xiaoyao used to be Dong Luo's best friend, but now she is Zhou Xiao's boyfriend. But call you? I don't think she has forgotten you at all. She has always liked you silently. She just wants to achieve her goal through freedom. She must want to approach you through freedom and be with you. " Yao's tears rained down from the sky.

"I don't think she is such a girl, I believe her. She really likes being happy, so don't talk nonsense. " Dong Luo made a strong defense for Zhou Xiao. "I can't believe you know her so well. I think it's better than Xiao Yao. I think you like her too. " Yao smiled wryly, but her heart was bleeding, perhaps because she really loved Dong Luo and she was jealous.

"I really didn't expect you to be such a girl. Yes, I like Xiaoyan. What happened? Now you are happy. I can't believe you don't believe me, so I think it's meaningless for us to be together. I'll help you. I think we should break up. " Dong Luo said with tears that although he likes Yao very much, he feels that there is no trust between two people and it is meaningless to be together. It's better to break up early.

"Well, the east, you don't regret, break up and break up, do you think I really want to rely on you? You are wrong, I have self-esteem. " Yao's heart is as painful as thousands of ants coming in at the moment.

Yao ran into the rain crying, but Dong Luo didn't catch up. He just stood in the rain, and the rain was heavily mixed with him and flowed into his heart along his nerves, which was very painful.

Dongluo went into a strange place and sat down quietly. Everyone at the meeting sat there laughing, and Dongli was the only one sitting on the cold wooden stool. The light is a bit dazzling, penetrating his sight, and his soul is still floating.

Sitting there, Dong Luo listened to nothing. He just wondered how sad it would be. Dong Luo sat by the window, listening to the falling rain. He likes rain, and he doesn't know why he likes rainy days. All he knows is that he has liked it since he can remember.

Perhaps what makes Dong Luo happy most is that he knows the number of Nangong, the string of numbers he has always wanted. Later, Dongluo added the QQ of Nangong. He wants to really understand what kind of girl Nangong is and why there is so much sadness in her eyes and words.

It was a spring when the grass grows and the warbler flies. The faint air is filled with the breath of life, and the grass on the ground is scrambling to show its little head and enjoy this radiant new world. Dongluo and Nangong walked hand in hand on the rippling lakeside promenade. There are many boats floating on the lake, and the people on board paddle quietly, as if they were leisurely Su Shi.

Looking at this quiet scene, Su Shi's famous sentence "Red Cliff Fu" in the high school Chinese textbook whirled in my mind. "The wind is in Xu Lai, and the water is rippling. Raise a glass to propose a toast to one's companions, recite articles related to the moon, and sing praises to chapters. Return to Xi Lan's oar, strike the sky and trace the streamer. I am pregnant, and I hope that beauty is on one side. " Dong Luo especially likes these beautiful sentences.

Dong Luo thought that if one day he could do it himself, he would have no regrets in his life.

Dongluo and Nangong walked on the promenade, and the lake rolled with the wind, flapping the bluestone slabs under the promenade. Wave after wave, the waves penetrated into the promenade and wet Dongluo's white Ke Fan shoes.

Dong Luo and Nangong sat there quietly listening to the sound of the waves. A few white doves crossed under the blue sky, and the wind laughed wildly, which messed up the messy hair of Nangong. A yellow leaf scattered on the treetops, just on the palm of the East. Dongluo suddenly thought of the prospect of seeing the Nangong for the first time.

East finally buried this sentence in my heart and turned it into ice. Dongluo looked at the Nangong with puzzled eyes: "Why did you put the dead leaves in the book that day?" "Because the fallen leaves are also alive, as if they were as full of hope as bloom's voice." Nangong Lie blurted out. There is obvious sadness in the charming eyes.

Then one day, Dongluo understood the profound words that Nangong said. He heard the sound of fallen leaves, the flowing of Sasha, like the sound of rain falling, penetrated the starry sky at noon, which doomed him not to be a lonely soul. In a flash, he seemed to understand the selflessness of fallen leaves, which he had never imagined.

The figure of years is confused with the precipitation of memory. The past is a beautiful memory, and the brand in the depths of the memory ripples into a heavy ripple, bathed in the warmth of the sun. Dong Luo's memory froze in the accident.

After the rain, the blue sky is crystal clear, the rainbow hangs in the sky, and the azaleas in the garden bloom quietly and silently. Dong Luo walked into a strange classroom with mixed feelings. He saw the Nangong sitting there busy. He wanted to help her, but he felt embarrassed. Dongluo is a shy boy, so he finally looked at Nangong quietly and wrote something he didn't know.

In the division, Dongluo was assigned to the secretariat, and Nangong was the secretariat. From that moment on, Nangong naturally became Dongluo's veritable boss. Dong Luo's face was filled with elegant joy, as if he had won the lottery by luck. From that moment on, he began to believe that there was something called fate.

On a deep winter night, Dongluo sat there alone and wrote a poem entitled "Love, Waiting" for the Nangong for the first time. He wrote: "Let me love you quietly, without shadow or interest, just like bloom's voice. I want to wait for you like this, until one day, when you climb out of your sadness. " At that time, I will hold your hand and run to the coast of happiness together, and then live there forever for a lifetime. "When I was writing, tears from the East quietly fell on the keyboard and knocked out this sad article. Dongluo began to like Nangong slowly. He thought that his dusty heart would never live on anyone again, only to find that it was his wishful thinking. It turned out that his heart was still warm and his heartbeat never stopped.

In the dead of winter night, the airflow is full of biting particles, and the Nangong nerve is walking on the empty playground. The whole campus, like a person, is interdependent. You can clearly hear your heartbeat in winter, and you can also hear the balanced and gentle breathing of Nangong.

Dong Qiu took off his coat and put it on for Nangong. Cold and cheerless hands trembled, and his face was obviously pale under the refraction of dim light. They sat quietly on the grassy ground together, and the five-star red flag fluttered in front of them with the cold wind, secretly listening to their language.

Nangong said that she was a sad woman and somehow fell in love with that kind of thing. She said that she was actually very unhappy, but she always forced a smile to face everything. She always thinks about some sad things alone in the middle of the night. She has told herself countless times not to think about those unhappy things. However, all the memories will still come quietly every lonely night, like a movie that will be staged every day.

Nangong likes to cry silently in the middle of the night. Tears seem to be the longest memory in her life. "I think I must have done a lot of bad things in my last life and angered God, so he asked me to make amends in my life." Nangong Lie said softly with his head down, as if facing the East, himself and heaven.

"I don't think so. You have to believe in yourself and you will be happy. " East fall comfort said. "I think I will protect you in the future." East heart secretly thought.

Miyamoto didn't speak, just looking up at the starry sky. She thought maybe her life is like the night sky at the moment, without the stars. Maybe she thinks too much, because many people care about her silently, but she never feels lost in her own world.

Birth, aging, illness and death are eternal truths in the world. It is said that everyone should have a cold and fever at least several times a year, because the function is changing and updating. Dongluo is a person who won't get sick, probably because he has been sick too much since he was a child and his antibody is very strong. He hasn't been ill since he was thirteen. But Nangong was a sickly woman since she was a child, and her illness always followed in her footsteps.