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Such a beautiful spring  

2015-03-09 17:30:23|  分类: 默认分类 |  标签: |举报 |字号 订阅

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I'm waiting for, wait for a sunny spring. Then put the heart to stay in the season of hope, waiting for time to dry the sadness of heart, and then with flowers, mellow and unassuming, let oneself become a warm and affectionate, independent woman... 
 
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Tonight, sleepless... 
 
Lying in the warm quilt, through a dark room, cautiously peeping out of the window, quietly back to the past... Trance between, only to find that at the moment of myself, still falling in one city, like autumn leaves, scattered in the corner, waiting, waiting for the arrival of spring... 
 
Rain, this should be the first rain of the New Year, to some urgent, no time to prepare, and not to open, just a moment, turned has quietly but go to, like the past days, long gone, become hazy, can't see your appearance, looking back, in a break recall ferry, pick up a wisp of memory of the wind, gently warm Ann inlaid harp time, light relies on the deep time, waiting time flower... 
 
Wet weather in xiamen, as always, in this way, a person shuttle in the busy streets, see the form of color in a hurry, the street lights look gorgeous, a little warm, much a hint of sadness. Finely, many time, no touch these words, but also because busy, let oneself have no time to feel the pain, actually also accustomed to such a rush, let oneself truly experience life, and then enjoy fulfilling in the exhaustion of a day happy... 
 
Small grass green, the flowers opened, and the bees came, suddenly miss the country time, lightly green, they were filled with joy, chasing the slapstick, carefree, memory, then the sky is blue, water is very clear, one song QingLian, drunk one party people, just, the depths of the time, there is always a person is warm your life. Bright and beautiful sorrow, a small collection. Little thoughts, beautiful a quiet time... 
 
Tired, thought of home, of some people, never have too many words, but with love, to irrigate clusters of flowers. As a word says: man, always have such a family; Heart, always want to have a rest to dock harbour. Is the most long, flat the stick; In the wind and rain is the most close of warm, care... 
 
Like this feeling, deep in the night, missing is very long. Whenever night comes, is always like quietly turned up in the past, lonely miss some people, some things, just like that, in the dream, thinking about thinking about just smiled, look at look at the light, only to look back, already no longer young... But I don't know why, always want to go back to childhood, it is simply a scene, a story, a person, meet with you in the most beautiful time, smelling a wisp of fragrance, the dye heart is filled with a breeze, and warm heart... 
 
At the moment, really let oneself quiet again? Slowly, combing emotional chord, the road, already not, have seen the scene, has also been discarded, a person's cold and warm, filled with every corner, in fact, in the world, the deepest love, always the trials and hardships; The most strong affection, always changes in temperature. Affection is not the life complete, is the mind the best end-result. Four seasons alternately, some miss changes in temperature; Changing mood, someone a straight, this is happiness... 
 
Rare at leisure, burn your delicious meal, or listen to a song to warm heart song, in the warm afternoon tasting a cup of tea to read a book, to ease, but shallow. At the moment and in the depths of time sing shallow summer letters, as in telling a story of a beautiful, fragrant and moving... 
 
All of a sudden, there is long time not to call mom, don't know they are in the north, is still in the busy, still at work... The white hair, the deformation, rough, that all the scenes, are vividly, hurt his heart! Homesick, then put down everything, will quietly put heart, will be thinking of deeply buried... Twist a wisp of xin ning, the gentle light qi, wheatgrass a shade the wind light cloud light heart, time will banish became a classic in the collection of the... 
 
Tonight sitting in a window, shallow time has written, Ann warm in the heart of light and shadow, which was decorated with season is tender throb. Through the trip, the passing landscape, happy or sad, all is the memory of the time was a bit hard to copy, occasionally remind of, in the old days, the large chunks of prosperity, and good pure smile, very warm, very calm, like the misty rain, coming that walked with the oiled paper umbrella you shanshan... 
 
Postscript: at the moment, face to the window, open the cover page of memory, a wisp of fragrance around my mind. And in the palm, the ups and downs of mood comb. Quietly will have water mountain light binding in memory... And I, in this season, one guard your heart, with the most natural and gentle posture, stand in a scenery, engraved into eternity... 

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