Gradually the cool days, from the window of them are listed in the quiet of early morning, more than a graceful and Qi Chu.
very quiet area, from time to time there will be the voice of a child crying, as if a gust of wind is far from the land mass, listening to the people in a daze, slowly, began to inexplicably filled with sorrow.
from the bay windows look down on, is I have been repeating the action, as a habit, in-depth bone marrow has become an integral part of life. Corner of the window Xiaopen them a cactus, to see it every time, I will have the Lengshen Banke, I will think of home from afar will think of the Department of the apron in the kitchen of a busy mother.
remember very little time, I have seen the flowering cactus, the flowers are white or yellow, a small duo duo of a small, quiet, mixed with enchanting unstoppable, there meager petal aroma disclosed, Siyousiwu, to the light of day added to the excitement and a little busy.
in the yard of his home, his mother a lot of species of flowers, well-known, unknown, in each other secretly with a strong drive of each other, often lead to large areas of the Fengdie, sister and me in this fairy-tale Frolicked in a situation, everything in an instant become transparent.
now, I often spend a lot of time looking at the window of ecstasy cactus, cactus is the mother asked me to buy the phone, his mother said cactus can absorb the radiation. Just do not know his mother, for which I have raised a lot of dead potted cactus, I am even afraid, I fear that this spirit can not bear to the mother of all my love.
it appears to be that kind of thin, quietly sleeping in flower pots, Like, only guarding their own piece of heaven and earth, all of a sudden I feel like I have this cactus basin, in a strange land of the lonely struggle of In order to a distant ideal, away from everything. But I never thought of giving up, I know, no matter how time changes, I will clearly read their mind, which is what I needed.
I think, looking forward to what may be years away secretly in this vibrant and lonely night, the unlimited expansion, there are mother's shadow, as if sleeping in the window is the oldest of the old Time.