in the footsteps of spring just to leave, I would not spring from the warmth of harmony in the wake, but also to indulge in the lush green in summer can not wait to have ran toward me, I will wake up from the dream intoxicated.
summer is the season of love and romance, love is also a popular season.
dressed in cool clothes, cool foot slippers and carrying parasols, leisurely walk in the sun Some Like It Hot, enjoy the wind caress the body through the skin feel.
June the weather is fickle, sometimes sun, sometimes bursts of thunder, dense clouds, sometimes violent storm, too late to avoid people.
June of the first rain in the early morning arrival of a Weiliang, leisurely in the city for two days ticking until now been reluctant to leave. June's summer rains to the sea has brought a ray of Liang Yi, added to the agitated mood of a quiet.
firmly in the hands of the umbrella, stone sitting alone, staring this Zhu Lian Yu Mu-like.
drop of rain, clouds brewing, the wind Dancer. To find loved, or infuriating at clouds, the embrace of free, in exchange for pieces to the ground with a close Rewen.
Yu Mu for a while, busy, undaunted by repeated setbacks, and only the occasional wind oblique lines, like a traffic light system to safeguard security of the port police, the tough prison guard positions.
hand lightly, then a drop of rain in the palms, feel the moment when the raindrops hit the palm of the cold, enjoy it away from the noisy city outside the kind of clarity.
open their umbrellas, and the clothes and a naked body in the rain, around the back of the hair, can not stand against the rain, dust can not at this time, close to the slightest trace of the head, neck close to , Jisi still scattered in the chest, looking forward to my hand to appease.
turned, a glimpse of the flowers are in full bloom in the wind and rain, so she is the United States. Micro-down that could see her fragrance smell, pink petals on a roll of the rain, like a sad woman's tears, people do not have the heart to touch. At the moment of her deeply and lowered his head, seemed to think in their minds, perhaps not be able to withstand the storm's wind and percussion, under the petals drop, she's helpless tears, people could not help but feel pity, must have hearts of the vast melancholy, or else How lonely swaying in the wind.
picked up an umbrella in the rain fall, picked up a Sala to the mind, light rain pull up a tick of the hair, the breeze was rain washing over the face, a feeling for other fresh.