or summer sun, shining white in the eye of an inter-cast Kongmang.
air conditioning kick into gear to send reverb, the surrounding atmosphere is not cool feeling.
lazy burnout, not only leaves out the window, or I at this time.
look forward to a fall from the sky rain, soil moisture incense, washing but the recent fatigue and feelings of regret.
In the chaotic hybridity into the busy, no time to organize travel the feelings of those beautiful people tempting frustration with the piece was put aside. Will do nothing, but anything can be like.
Fortunately, hesitating line in the fleeting time of the River, as well as not help the reunion of the trees planted this summer party.
night in the rain, thinking of old classmate, my quilt and sleep have been pro-confidante sister.
lost contact for years, thinking that everything will henceforth by the wind, he did not expect was removed reincarnation, we time, crossing once again handle another relative.
time prints have not been able infect each other's appearance, but each side has one more Xiangruyimo he, as well as small her (him).
friends daughter resplendent sweet smile, prospect of a mapping between the current year looks like her mother. Water Flowing Down like Yihong clear, gently rippling lake in mind, a number of times the broken shadow, reminding us of scenes distinctly eyes.
first meet, at heart to love will be inexplicable.
our time, but also so the age of twelve or thirteen-year-old is so pure innocence. Still do not understand the joys of life, only know that longing and yearning for innocently.
ancient Ficus virens, and perhaps long overdue, we forgot to look up its branches high crown smile; meandering rivers and torrents of plum, and perhaps had precipitation that year while reading a book together acoustic sound of reading aloud; Weiwei's Bi Ye Qingfeng, which then co-carved statue Perhaps the name of rock has become the foundation of a building Yanxia ... ...
thought that our reunion once again, be sure that there are many'S NOTE nagging. However, the true face, but thousand words into a reunion of the knowing smile.
do not have similar question, it is already clear.
As then, we are not too many words, but deep in the minds of their own tacit
午后，没有一丝风。
酷夏的阳光，在眼际投下白花花的一片空茫。
空调呼呼地发出混响，四周的气息却感触不到清凉。
慵懒倦怠的，不仅仅是窗外的叶，还是此时的我。
盼望着一场从天而降的雨，润泽泥土的香，洗却近日的疲惫与怅惘。
在纷乱杂糅的忙碌之中，来不及整理旅途的心情，那些让人心动的美好与片断被无奈地搁置一旁。什么都不想做，却什么都可以想。
好在，踯行于流年的河畔，还有不期然的重逢，种植这盛夏的绿荫一方。
曾在下雨的夜晚，想起了旧时同窗，我那曾经拥衾而眠的知己姐妹。
失去联系经年，以为一切便从此随风飘散，却不料辗转轮回，我们在时间的另一个渡口再度执手相对。
时间的印痕还没来得及侵染彼此的容颜，但彼此的身边已多了一个相濡以沫的他，还有小小的她（他）。
好友女儿灿然甜美的一笑，眉目间映现她母亲当年的模样。似一泓清澈的流泉，于心湖缓缓荡漾，一些时光的碎影，恍若历历眼前。
初次相见，心底便莫名地喜欢。
那时的我们，也是这般十二三岁的年纪，也是这般纯真无邪。还不懂得生活的甘苦，只知道傻傻地憧憬和向往。
古老的黄桷树，也许早该忘了我们仰望它高高枝冠的笑颜；蜿蜒奔流的梅江河，或许早已沉淀当年并肩而读的书声朗朗；巍巍的碧野青峰，那一尊当年共同刻下名字的巨石或许早已成为楼宇檐下的地基一块……
曾经以为，再度重逢的我们，一定该有许多絮语唠叨。然而，真的面对，却万语千言化为相逢的会心一笑。
不必相问，却已明了。
一如当年，我们都没有太多话语，却自有默契深藏于心间