The impression of summer

Sunshine and rain alternate in time. Alternately, rain and shine; Sometimes sunny, sometimes rain again flood. Often to a pick up in the words that moved once lost, often to taste in music that a sweet savour of not ended. Expect too much coveted, desire to have waited a long time, cowardice encounter warmth. The world of mortals, rhyme light grows old, mottled went Maggie Beauty好唔好to in a hurry tassel, fade, maze and, where to look for a juan-juan wang heart desire. I always feel the sky like a lid, covered my thoughts. To whom should I lean? I only wish I was a little flower, the sunshine everyday, enjoy a good mood every day. Precipitation in the time of happiness, will one day be dug up again casting a good bit by bit. Night, can't remember how long didn't record the dribs and drabs of life to live, streaming falling outside the rain, like thoughts long finish.

Impression grew in summer, the leaves on the glass window with a shade, in my eye seems to include the depths of the summer. I raise my face in the sun, in the low light image to see their own future. Through the pages, in the yellow paper sinks down bit by bit. Once the dust settles, bright-eyed smiling is full of dreams, has become a light smoke. Else, it is spring, fell hand into the autumn, between the young one falls, may suddenly have a kind of unspoken pain in your heart, maybe the unutterable pain is helpless, abandon by youth is excessive magnificence washed by years. Maybe in if if lost, at arm's length similar days, inadvertently, rings have beenMaggie Beauty好唔好quietly in your face coated with light years imprinting, added year wind and frost. Summer comes, the spring rain no longer knit past poetry, fog lazily away, too. Time can't goes to the once upon a time, I would like to understand in the introspection, I want to cherish every moment on the Windows over time. His bones like autumn, but run counter to the reality of cool and refreshing, always want to in with the golden dream for dreams of the lost, but lost themselves in the multicolored colour. I was still in the dedicated line gradually ripe season, in again and again to admire, although no I can't find the so-called state, but the self-esteem of rebirth in autumn, still lingering in the sense of wheatgrass.

Years may be a curtain quiet stretches of dreams, find the rhyme of the ancient word, brushed my eyebrows, very shallow, light filar silk. Often suddenly in silence when others laughed out loud. And always in a large group of people laughing when suddenly fell silent. Laugh to tears not to strange sad. Also cried and cried and started to laugh I am such a neurotic. I like autumn in bay incense tree name, because, I'm still waiting for you in the ripe season. Memories, beautiful, and the pain. The star is across the tears on my face. No one CARES, also nobody to erase. Quiet night, will become as music again and again to repeat filter in your heart, so that delicate melodious sound, in no time to listen to, not sorrow alone, but is a rare precious, I think, can you know I know the people and things in life, should be like a lotus of beautiful! Life is like a dream, a time of life, that is like a turn round is a story of the time, a look at is a scenery, through the world of mortals, but is the most beautiful calmly and see all the world, but is really the most flat. Life on the road, with a wisp of cool breeze of the free and easy, pick a piece of cloud is elegant, cool, let the heart bathed in sunlight, and the smell of flowers, the poetry of life. Love is not a burden, will produce burden, love is not pressure, but pressure is produced. I like flowers and plants, just because I know that, like me, but is the time traveler. Since time chose me, that I again how sad, why don't you just write down my own words. Often this time, I always looked at the sky long sigh of relief. I want to cherish yourself.

In another metempsychosis, substantial enchanting season quietly. Only shallow summer, still remain a vigorous, although it a wisp of cool cool breeze brought a cool and refreshing the heart happy. In the spiritual growth of the road, I looked up at day, each turn of the moments, could hear the flower bloom and fade. The world the hustle and bustle, lonely life, always used to look for yourself in the quiet mind, to become the heart, to treasuringMaggie Beauty好唔好life is the most pure thick. Sing all bustling heart to rest, years static good hair white. Sky blue to deep, clear water thoroughly, the natural fragrance of air flowing between the beauty of this bay leaves, place oneself in the picture of color, make people perceive the quietly elegant of spring was drifting away... Maybe good since ancient times are short, people seem to always remember those bursts of sweet, I admit that I am. Haze of the sky, gradually clear up, the breeze caresses continue to ripple ripples lake, the lake reed has withered and yellow, telling the time silent. The willow breeze, seen flowers --, recall the past years, tears drop has unknowingly. I know, I just human ping, all the world, but is to see the landscape of then forget. Is too playing life, or things too capricious, I can only sigh fate and cruelty of reality. I live in beautiful summer, daub leaves whisper in the aftertaste of infatuation with shallow sing. Perhaps, in the green string memories of life, enjoy a long life, in the warm wind in my life, only here!