The number of the evening, I accompanied the setting sun's afterglow, which hovered outside the stone on the road, on both sides of the poplar in the ring over the quiet, with a few small stone, poplar looked at that heart-shaped leaves, it seems There are numerous stars in the beating heart, the heart is also with the children they Hua Hua, wait to be up in the clouds, chasing the passage of time.
poplar and formed a small stone road, I thought the park. Every time I walked into this in mind there is a special feeling, a kind of happy feet from the body began to spread, the real fun is my feeling. Here, there is no longer in the first thoughts, the kind of constant cutting, entangled worry about the wire does not belong to me. To make a living have to wear the mask I was thrown into the Zhuawa Guo, I restore my original. The left is the Ku Teng, old trees, the faint crow, a small bridge, flowing water and a touch of a family ink, there is no question of Ma Road, the west wind, and Duan Chang Shou Ma's lonely. I am happy species, and I would also like to turn the memory of happy, so that the air is full of happiness, all were happy as yeast, causing wine, and delicious alcohol, intoxicated people do not know return. I vaguely in the body Diptera inserted, fluttering long to return to the home of the town, loitering in the home that is covered with foreign tree on the road.
hometown of foreign tree, attached to people, people aftertaste, especially in the full flower of the season, the kind of feeling is really wonderful, "have much experience of life can not make water, Wushan not remove the cloud" it! The mid-summer dusk, we Xixihaha a few girls to walk in the woods of foreign tree, as if a group of butterflies fluttering. In her arms, we talked interesting, fun to play, pure and sweet laughter in the forest with one another, the frightened birds on the tree and alerted the leaves off the shock of the tree flowers. Pick off a bunch of flowers, put his mouth to bold, open to diffuse fragrance, a sweet intoxicating. Wan Feng came a breeze, the wind rotating petals, a Ewha rain so that we are happy, happy to let inflation get carried away a group of a madman. With age, laughter Fengfengdiandian also gone, there are many things do not exist, we have learned to live deep and put up with. Fate, I raised with me from my hometown of land on a strange land. I do not belong in this piece of land to fight my fight, no matter how deep the soul can not have a Paiqian the lonely, I know it will never be able to untie a knot - Love of the rural complex.
land in a foreign land, and only you - poplar, you can play the role of foreign tree, I fill the hearts of the gap, so I will not float in the air, I seem to have started in the initiation of new roots and to the hearts of faith , Even if life difficult, long and tortuous road, of course, but I will not give up easily and will not fall easily, because I wanted to write "human" character, the perfect peak of my human nature.
poplar, tree-yang, you are my past life Ji to repair two Wizard, you plain color, I feel the warmth of the world; fate Let us so compatible, I will be strong with life Good for you to return my gift for the world because we have more fun.