Years ago, every day, happy life. No worries, no sorrow. Heart into jumping notes text. Echoes in the air. Through the beautiful poems in mind echoed. Drunk sun, drunk snowflakes in the winter, drunk in the gospels. Is that winter, continuous days of 2006. Early in the morning I belting along path in countryside, suddenly discovered that the middle of the road without meaning from the fog, he extends this end of the road, at the other end of the road that misty and moving. The winter fog, never scrutiny, unexpectedly is so light, so deeply, so elegant, is the fairy's dance sleeve? The outline is clearly light ink? Or I own illusory eyes? I didn't know where? Distant foggy, tree bushy, a few magpie under the tree in a free, slow bit food rice. Heaven and earth silence, a piece of white and gloom. White romantic, white and white intoxicate wantta in this morning drunk the. Heaven and earth alone I one. The harder I hung in the blink of an eye, wink away ShuangHua on my eyelashes. I don't want to miss this frost, this fog, this morning. I am not in wonderland. When the car around a gallop, chirping loudspeakers, the magpies vibration surprised. I just suddenly wake up with a start, fine count, that is 17 a magpie. Yi? All say the magpie is paired life, how can appear alone a? Look around, the distance that a slope that additional monarch iacon, must be found good things? That group of magpie is another morning scenery.
I often travel love was sitting in a seat by the window, looking across the looking glass distant scenery. Distant bushes smoggy, distant peaks always aery exquisite. Winter in the snow, only occasionally, its top ShanJian left a top hat, white in the grey of the white, always can let a glittering in the instant you sleepy heart open. A magpie nest nearby tree that. Moment, one, two... Part number with them the nest, side with their skillful craftsman exclamation. Defying bitter cold in the winter, see the elves, often give you different mood, a depressing mood suddenly insight into everything. Solitude of the north, cold winter will always have a red, occasional 2006, suddenly fly high and low magpie, wintry day one curved barren months with me. Winter and the end of winter from. That after a heavy snow, is the soul of stagnant, stop the continued is immortal years and those trying to fly wings.chanel wallets red 31506
Years, with joy, with cheerful. Years go, ACTS leave a red crumbs in spring dance. Leaves to the person in the memory, except for next year is exhaustion and frustration. Wine, drink a freed strength; The stew meat also eat more bad smell out. Numb tongue does not love to taste all kinds of taste, tired body or the kind of busy attachment to years ago. Calm heart I do not know when will throb? In one direction, the crescent moon, a lonely shadow. Alone in the night be generous mood,. It was late at night, the bird to go home.
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