The journey of life, time is like a fleeting, the fate of those who have intersection or rub shoulders, over the past smoke, not into the time of reflection. Like falling back, drifting in the old days. A look back, found many details, pain, sad, warm, still there. No matter how far you go, it will always be. Time is long, you say the city is still the old appearance, ages and not in the town carved too many traces of the town still in the simple enjoys a quiet time, still in the lakeshore transfer alone when the setting sun.
Cold in the throttle in the depths of winter, but not for a few days ago, although from time to time, cold wind blowing through the hair, the warmth of the sun still afforded every day, stubborn cough too far away from me, fragile body eventually did not live up to fully furnished apartment the fine weather, and his face is also gradually warm up. For a long time, heart not recrudesce billows, looked at the rendering on the paper's feelings, written between the lines full understanding, friend and expectations, across the long and wearisome pathes of the distant, it is understood, miss. Heart, suddenly immersed in a light warm, soft, and can not afford to bear any more. Is full of care, cherish is warm, Miss stack with, but no words to say.
A bunch of sunshine beyond the window falls on the table, let the colder body and mind is filled with beautiful, along the beam towards the window, several clusters of white clouds floating in the blue sky, the garden of bamboo is still green with, but there is no summer full of vigor and vitality, only unexpected with traces of flowering plum branches seems to tell the north wind, it is mark the change of seasons, it silently waiting for the spring breeze to favor it.
The breeze blows a page of a book, the tonal character is relatively quiet. So all the troubles of the thought in the fingertip formation one character, such as Xu's mind, and bursting into a single clear water in the Qing Lian, where I can agents voyage see it uphold Qingli. You, here I am, you go, the flowers of Qing Yi; I am still here, utter not a single word. Keep a quiet, only for the first time, no matter how far, you have been in my heart, with my breath.
Tonight, the wind is clear, pale, stars without light, poetic thought, is the dark clouds hide. Listen, your footsteps, break the ice crystal dew, I smiled quietly, silently waiting for you to travel over land and water. The acquaintance, eyes full of tenderness, smile, silent heart two. In this blank time stranded, not to lament the passing of the vicissitudes of life. Only on the side of warmth, full of warmth for you Ying, netrose.
Smoke in the past through time thrown ripples ripples, a ray of tenderness haunts the brow of the Qing Xi, Baizhang red, 8000 in Temptress Moon, please allow me to fold up the sad chores, only to remember the good times. Rao Xueman Zung Fu said: "my heart is stubborn pursuit, only I can see, but I hope that I'm right." Looking back, whose eyes fixed into a flower of time. I like to see a snow pear like moonlight, snow will melt the heart of two met.
The snow all over the sky, spread into a picture of a beautiful and moving pictures, beautiful snowflakes, fluttering Sasa, with beautiful worried about is in the shallow sing croon a song winter love song?? Life like a snowflake, in the wind in the struggle, eventually floated to fall to the ground, then falling moment, whether we can find yourself another slice of presence in the wind dancing in the snow.