六月的脚步，刚刚踏过，梦里的青石小巷，流连的钟声

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六月的脚步，刚刚踏过，梦里的青石小巷，流连的钟声，便敲醒了，廊檐下沉睡的时光；翻转的沙漏，摇曳的烛光，千年的故事，写了又写，唱了又唱，终是抵不住黄梅熟透，粽叶的清香。
石榴花开了，一如既往，开的红红火火，黄梅熟了，暗香疏影，弥漫了心房，铺开宣纸，摊开在案几之上，一笔写花开，一笔写过往，滚滚红尘中，岁月碾碎了谁的情思，又镌刻谁的忧伤……
June's footsteps, just stepped, the dream of the Qingshi alley, the ringing of the bell, they woke up, the porch eaves sink sleep time;The flip hourglass, the flickering candlelight, the millennium story, wrote and wrote, sang and sang, finally can not withstand the sweet smell of the leaves.The pomegranate flowers bloom, as always, and the yellow plum blossom is ripe, the dark fragrance is sparse, the shadow is diffused in the heart, spread out the Xuan paper, on the case, write a flower, write the past.In the rolling red dust, the years crush who's feelings, and carve who's sadness

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好美́ ❣ ɢοοפ☀