Always like to stand in front of the window, or hope, or meditation, cling to a cloud leisurely, joy a wisp of wind chic, the falling rain knocking at my contemplation of the door, the flying snow dancing all my hope, gently, gently fall, lithe, graceful filled my heart seemed to brow, time will never get old, I would hold it in my arms.
The wind, with the autumn frost and cold a lot, turn around, to season the corner. Lane, alley, leaves one after another, each leaf fall attitude seems different, some elegant, some indifferent, some lonely, some random, natural and lightly. Each leaf appears to be banished a mood, listen, there is no one leaves, for parting, in ring gap, hiding in the corner crying softly? Parting, always let the heart under a cold rain, the eyes of the outflow of hot tears. The wind must know that leaf sadness, he took the leaf into it want to go the distance.
In life, there are always have affective congenial people, in a hurry, lost in a street intersection, years later, Xu is remembered in a twilight suddenly, can make a clear anxious quietly climbed up the eyebrow a, some is only gently sigh, can not go back to the intersection. Perhaps, that once heartbroken, but God once tears, time on the road, can only take it deep.
In life, there are such friends, not nearly far, under the same sky, but have a river in the heart, one end of the other end is you, is me, silently gaze, smile, can accompany me to interpret the romantic themes; cry, a cry of blame, life is very heavy, life will see the light, to cherish their own. Even though some tears, face up, also can freely, because of your sentence, life is a song to play back print, instantly I have relieved. Some pain, not to read, will be buried deep in the soul, because of you, help me build a wall, sealed inside, become the memory of the past. Thanks to their own, invitation to you, the wasted years counterparts, Yela also leisurely, not to provoke sorrow, don't dye lonely, clear through, undisturbed. The time of quiet, thin flow years, can hold a heart in front of you ramble on, ask deep, just ask enron.
Life is actually a dojo, and listened to the sermons, practice, repair heart. In their own a small plot of land, to read and write, for yourself, eyebrow, lip, alone in the world, fashion; flower viewing, not publicity, more not insolent. Want is a spontaneous freedom, such as a ray of unruly wind, time folds, painted a sad autumn, leaving a Song Ci poem, write a story. May have someone else is the heart of the red rose, just, then later, people dress rice stick son; perhaps had someone else is the heart of the white rose, just, then later became a pool of mosquito blood on the wall. A bittersweet story, don't like it, just delete the rewriting, need not too persistent. His story, sometimes do not need others to understand, also need not tell. Miss, smiling, put down. People are often reluctant to feelings of wishful thinking, looking back, have no the man disappeared. People are often reluctant to a vanity, loathe to give up a piece of applause, he lifted up his eyes, is everything. Always thought that the best days would be very long, don't have left so soon, when closing the eyes immersed, the best day is gone.
