walk path in countryside

Equinox flower is bright, I lay in the cloud comfortable smile blooming NuHart, it can't touch this, it cannot float over there, I can only stand in the not far from the shore, Ningmou Wan yan. Life there are always some unattainable picture, the shore shore Jianjia gray, White Dew cream, other cursive boundless, shore Hua Ye decline yellow. People often say, the ideal is full, the reality is skinny, perhaps this is the cruel fact, whose life is not a desolation? Fortunately, in the face of the other side the tantalizing aroma, not lost, wandering years, busy time, let all the lonely into silent mourning all.

Some people, walk to spread, some memories, gradually faded NuHart. The vast night sky, the stars in tears, in the old days, the enchanting Aura will no longer shine. Not so simple, can let the dead trees covered with green leaves, is not so simple, will be able to sink into the sea diamond to salvage. Let it go, and let the past go, shining in the sky.

Can not give up the true, can not erase the imprint is engraved on my heart NuHart. years is, ruined I broke the old green mountains and rivers, indifferent attitude to block the past evil tenderness, very charming. When the deep sea and moving the truth by turbid rivers, once the turn is frozen in the cold of the Arctic, when thin prevarication cannot conceal the true don't care, you will be with a decidedly gesture issued from the bottom of my heart a sneer, then tell yourself: is this why not is a kind of understanding?

The cold winter night, cold cold, thin crescent moon hung in the sky side, a lamp light appearance, heart like tide, the sea boundless, back Ningmou, drip into the ink. A process a process of water, the dim star sparse month, bustling quarter final withered, beautiful world cream gel.

At the end of the year approaching, the Chinese dream of wandering hk-employment, have on the ground, gently picked up the pieces of warmth, buried deep in my heart, the fertile soil into a sweet, growing more and more beautiful flowers. Interference with a forced smile, turned the once exclusive charming smile wind to the distant horizon. Don't forget, had the dream, don't, the passing years. Blessing once, may have moved! I gently waved goodbye, has been wandering years, will perish without words into a bright ray of light, to illuminate the dark night, warm the cold season. Holding a with new hope, with a plain light cloud, down a happy station forward.

Perhaps, this is I make Saran, perhaps, this is my tearful smile. You the wise, tell me, I should with what kind of attitude in the world? At least, I won't let dim covering old smile, not to let the sad over today's sun, however, belong to our age, I always want to a bloom of attitude through. The wind, clouds, the moon bit skew, your shadow gradually drifted away, the sun is rising, I wake up. The moon never slide on the same track, but they never give up each other Freemasonry.

Flowers flowers have no regrets, edge to edge water, sweet one poem, deep as love song words such as. Deep and shallow in the ring, now many people romantic themes, grief at separation and joy in union. Trance free dream, many people sent a helpless melancholy sigh. Through the four seasons, through reincarnation, initially, the lady to whom? At the end of the day, who is who?