After work, hastily packed my bags,
A lonely thing to have your direction. On the evening of rhyme, I figure moving in a mottled time.
As a front Youyan quartzite wetting Road, along the Long Wharf, up the steps, high-rise fire wall on top of, sparse with few flowers. Once luxuriant growing luxuriantly green, in the winter cold in trying to flaunt the remnants of the green, decorated with winter bleak courtyard, head, blue sky blue cage.
Suddenly, in the corner of the alley, I do not know who is the home before the brick bar placed a few plexus potted chrysanthemums, the purple elegant, bright yellow Mingyan, pulling double moo I. The warm color, rendering a multicoloured time, desolate desolate heart, in an instant to flourish. I not let diffuse pace, approached the head look, in the courtyard after the high top,
pricot528 high hung a green ancient "Gao long courtyard". Now, I want to push the unlocked thick time twilight, Nama warm foot long. The feeling of home, really good!
The car, I head on the window. The wheels against the ground issue "hissing" traffic sound, the window of the Castle Peak green Diane, housing the crops, go by like the wind like back flash. Thoughts, started a free swimming in the roar of the car.
This winter, I can truly feel a settled in the heart of the warm imperceptibly gradually dissipated
everyone knows, the spring bloom memories, gradually cooling, freezing in the cold.
You said, after this winter, everything will turn for the better. I silently in your arms, looking up at you, polished numerous sentences, the end is stranded in the sea. Heart unspeakable sadness and loneliness, in the Qing cold scattered into mud, soundless and stirless, not a single storm. We sit on benches, a tree Platanus orientalis nearly fell as blade, bones and powerful. Falling under our feet golden Tong leaf, gently in the wind whipped, flowing with a quiet and elegant. Perhaps, some things and mood does not belong in this winter. So, let the wind to come and go freely in our world,
sultana each other silently waiting for the next spring. You come, bustling king; you go, clear.
A whistle, put me back to reality from the distant mood in. I looked out of the window, the twilight darkens, the evening, the air was filled with the clear and quiet and warm. I close my eyes, let the heart thought, and a heartbeat to breathe.
The few plexus Gu Xiang met in chrysanthemum, projection to my heart. She covered with dew, in order to cool the nourishing health, in the quiet long days,
Most people do not enter into raising calmly elegant bloom layers of strands of fragrance. What you are you not go, or is the traveler, only your shadow into a flower pistil, miss, long aftertaste, softly with quiet and tranquil garden.
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