I like the wind, it is best to light, can be slightly lifted skirt and long hair, but more publicity, is not strong to not know what course to take, only lightly.
The end is a sentimental autumn season, it is rain, I hold a light blue umbrella, or walk, or stop, love this piece of earth, said the fireworks, like a gorgeous, is the air and flue gas are net, more appropriate, but also more natural. Everything was so well, Qin is a kind of light flavor, I like the skirt of blue and white, Ji Jin elegant.
The window, co-author of a book and listen to the rain, open a flower heart, enjoy this such as Zen. Most of the time, even if it is idle, the heart can not be properly placed, such as fish like free to tease text Jianghu, the steep hill, delicate and graceful water, beautiful poem, love, drunk too long, it will be lost when the road, also lost their first.
Say, the true self is asleep in the text, writer probably so! In fact, not. Writing is a kind of carrier, no ground for blame, can think most incisive expression, in a certain extent, overcome language and body, however, writing is also an invisible knife, with right, can isolate the hubbub in the wind out of interest, to a lotus, sitting on a cloud, light language of Zen, used the wrong, is to cut off the earthly fireworks in the heart, in the net sea fog confused, lose self-control, also lost their. Not overdo sth., not only is a kind of wisdom, is even more astonishing soul charm, give yourself the space to create, to fly, to give the others a little blank, to imagine going to the aftertaste hong kong.
Idle light time, about three two friends, or call a friend, to travel, to travel, always think, collision eyes and landscape, is the soul of wash, better than imagination with no reality whatever, a touch that is broken. Once upon a time, I not such a person, but I am satisfied with the present status, simple Qingning, free heart.
Yesterday, I found preserved the old photos, where a record of my road mark, just touched my heart sinking home has been a long time, I began to miss the past, through the scenery, meet people, and each other closely connected with emotion, I harvest warmth, a degree of wetting my eyes, at that moment, I couldn't miss, you accompany me through life.
After graduation, I do not know who the woman is like a dear crazy, or love to watch movies, or eat snacks, or love shopping, or research constellation, people around you will be who? When we were together, I will write to each of them, read out and then, can they face both worship and bewildered eyes, is also feeling good, now out to have a look, you can laugh, not because of the feelings between us, so to my childish feel joy.
Been to Xi'an, enjoy a millennium ancient charm, always like a classical flavor of things, wandering in the site, imagine the scene at that time, that will be a sumptuous feast, have the joys of spring, a new sound Park wind, and the anger for the Confidante ambition, and love is the epic millennium. The love is everywhere, as I take pictures of people -- I that far in Xi'an sister, although only three days of the meeting, presumably, is always the right, at least, in my heart, I regarded her as a family, and she would often say, I like her daughter, as the pain. Some people, needless to say, is in the heart, contextual, Suiyuan peace.
Also visit West Lake, round my wish for many years. Some things, in the dream, set aside for too long, so far, in fact, only a mountain of water in the distance, I will be able to reach your dream, you were a fleeting drunk. Through the ancient legend, the cool water of the lake, I have become a story of a man, a heart full of memories but light a contented person. Since then, I have a party figure West Lake Bibo, reflecting that wearing a crown like a beautiful young woman, and the flowering in promises the agreement, I came to know, the wind, the wind, the time to remember screen.