Perhaps it is because of the spring has a lot of burnout and lazy, warm days always curled in a corner chewing the passing away of sweet foam. Too lazy to go out, too lazy to write, and sometimes hand-written letter, was more jerky, and then against the text, really very surprised that the exclusion Hui Fang Qiu, I was permanently in the dust-laden campus of the pomegranate tree. Every spring to the summer solstice, the fans are one of the most chaotic and time.
from today's fanatical relieved, as doing drizzle in the Springs, Xu was less restless. Spring is the season of love, in the late spring after the intense, is a fine rain to soothe the anxiety of the mind. Suddenly feel the urge to take a walk in the rain, then a bus, under a tree in the inter-through umbrella. Touch lower on the beard, and felt a lot of old, but child-like heart has been changed, simply Dushou years of the Pure Land.
walking in the rain's effect on the Quancheng Lu, there is no umbrella in the run up of the umbrella people are running, nobody knew who went into the goal, who ran toward the end. Across the road, "Xilihuala" of rain in the years to come through the gaps, the rain wet T-shirt, pants and a wet, wet the beginning of my shoes. I like a sericulture, come up with their own life in the years to come in and cleaned up the wind and rain, to take off the old cocoon, struggling into a dance of butterflies.
flow of rainwater from the hair on his forehead, into the eyes, into his mouth, the eyes of the water began to warm up, but his mouth slowly began to feel the salty taste, Xu was in the rain washed my time Crystallization of the wave off the face of rain, just like those left in the dust years, the tears, waved between Suanse can see the colors.
Yu Mu, a grandfather wearing a raincoat waiting for the return of the school's grandson, when he Yuehe He grandchildren to open the umbrella, I see that as a result of his long-standing and waiting for the wet pants, remember, from small to large school Only on the road running along the partners, the school door, is always looking at the old heads. Childhood when a rainy day and wore plastic sheeting, play after another in the mountain, and now bit by bit stream over the years, to stay away from his home thousands of miles away, the reinforced concrete of the world, I had no joy.
Needless to say situation circulation time and space transformation, it is only once innocent face, on Any additional Mabu Kai Xu of melancholy. Lilac Garden in the spring to spend a night in Luojin roots, as if this matter, He Yikan people?
Night without sleep, listen out the window, gurgling rain, seems to be Houzhu felt pen spring scene, unlimited land, not just heart like Dan book, painting the picture outside both joys and sorrows. As a result of the wasted days of condensate on the tip of brow, rustle through the rain, Yang Tian side asked Tonight Xiaochou who worry about more? Where did the Ming Dynasty boat?