Walkingthoughts

 long days wearing on like years, years I changed in the eyes of the world, and the years I have left a faint thoughts. Sassou Wanfeng the autumn, sitting alone in a corner of the room, proceed to drag the mouse, a keyboard beat, so faint thoughts of a stroll on the screen. That is only one end, who waited until dawn in whom I had been waiting in which a piece of paradise, if only just for the screen in front of a light that?
  degrees in such a hurry the day, time has changed my calm state of mind, the years I have left a faint reflection. When I do not know, like to indulge themselves in the dark for the immediate visible, as seen in the distance, as I feel, but also I do not feel, quietly waiting for, only that There have been a, perhaps now is still a faint feeling, mood gradually faded with the years to come, and not short, the Hua Bukai that is floating in the air as a Maple Leaf-like thoughts. Have the feeling like sugar, may be too sweet, bitter to sweet, bitter to the heart.
  hand with a touch of orange flavor, I like a kind of smell like fruit aunt looked at the familiar orange peel skin, just like kissing ripping out the orange skin of emitting a light fragrance, a touch of bitterness, like Sitting in the armchair on bit by bit off the orange Boyi, the thin taste, like that of the acid sweet taste, life is like through the orange peel, fruit aunt looked forward to the hands of the orange peel, like to see With other people's life, and feel as simple as that, think about how many are difficult to own a orange in his hand that I do not know where to start. I like Chi Juzi, as goods in their own life, bitter sweet and sour, in the process of stripping, such as accidentally splashed on the eyes, tears can not help but little, but after the finish hands Fresh allow. And my life, when they left behind, such as that orange light like a fragrance?
  no reason to think, who belong to the lonely autumn night, and I also belong to this autumn's Loneliness, the free thoughts of the screen, walk in the darkness, away from the enchanting city of neon, to find a quiet sky, Do a faint cloud, perhaps projector occasionally to wave the heart of the water, because the wind will eventually blow the Buddha and leave, the water rippling in the wind, is to give up is painful, is to retain? Perhaps the only let go after the blessing. It seems that not all important, clouds, water, after all, the two tracks, because every chance.
  autumn, thoughts again to walk through your window, you feel faint light, so a red maple on the migratory birds, it is only waiting for a miserable autumn.

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