Submerged twilight of the last ray of sunset afterglow, Lang Lang Xi Xi people shuttle back and forth, in this small town to become noisy. No, not a change of the noise, because it never had a quiet ... ...
That familiar and unfamiliar streets, as always, lying in a faint red street lights, it can be called so quiet you? Seems to be quiet ... quiet ... accompanied with a few of the old fixed end of the litchi fruit trees A few leaves in the wind flickered on the wall of the Ban Bo Yonglan impact, and pointed out the whistle, with a few local accent of the world, this vision in a repeat of yesterday's "Landscape."
When autumn weather in the South is still dull, dull hard to breathe free. Sound, repeated the Zhena boring and monotonous melody.
Intentionally or not, looked sluggish stay in Xingzi do not see the night sky, falling wanton thoughts, wandering soul in the body get rid of a thousand miles away.
The first time line in a hurry to drop a residual scar. Dream, wake up and drunk.
Yang Tong nothing to do with a few words to each other's unfamiliar with, a turn away from the two worlds, who is not willing to go back to retain a stalemate for a long time feeling. Very calm and let go of, not to go looking for another piece of habitat oasis, but want a more free mind. What belongs to the past memories, do not want to mention in the text does not leave marks, through the long process of the rest of the time, only to forget, will not be a lonely night, turn on the love notes. As a result, said with a smile: "After tonight, you left, right, I, the world will no longer have our meeting." Renounce said originally, the drums do not need much courage.
Gradually wind, rain seem to be holding? Yes, rain is not one of the teardrop! Be boring across the autumn rain washing, the rush to escape. Deliberately through the rain, not tomorrow deplore the separation, simply in order to embrace only the cool rain, wind elegant. That feeling comfortable enough, enough for a whole have a beautiful dream, with a smile to breathe.
Meet the still-in that is what the rain turned into a dusty Snow Grains, wind and cold wind, but I no longer have a warm crook of the arm, looked at the background quietly away. Suddenly, however Xiangbao In the past, can be filled with lead-like feet also how not to step out and called it the name of a person, sitting in the snow paralyzed, then cry ... ... completely original teardrop is warm and melt all the ice All of the letters, to stand up!
"Let the dream, cool nights, the cover sheet."
A familiar voice rang in the ear. It looked back to look concerned, the only surprise found himself sitting on the bedside has slumped. Linen from the chest down, ear hair wet, the rain outside the window is still a drop of Hua Hua. Autumn or more of many cold. No longer any words, listening to the quiet side of breath, he might have slept. Lie down again, but can not sleep and that goes hand touched the warm blankets, sleeping filled with the very sweet. . .
Is still cool in the thinking of the fighting, or moving the expansion of the expression of a lack of courage
, some of the body trembling. Through the black night, felt a hand on my forehead Qing Fu, and then turned to sleep. How can this open hand of the gentle heart, can no longer exercise restraint and tears poured out of the opening how to retain, the Bata Bao Hao Xiang tightly to live, or to lay down his hand, do not care to continue carrying.
Goes a solid low-Lan Zhu arm of the pharynx sobbed, his eyes Shiqu not drying of the monsoon rain, such as the child lying in the arms of that, Qingtu: "really care about you, you do not leave." Although Did not see, can be felt smiling face in front of a blooming of a "skull bomb": "You're in my heart, to which all with you."