Thursday, June 9, 2011

Dream Of Sprin

Yes, when I leave this world, I absolutely in the world YiDing what leave half. Perhaps, I stay in this world, will be like my relatives, as in the churchyard hometown, leaving a will be covered by pine tree, creeping, but ZhiKe covered the cedars.

Days, getting dark. We packed the shovel,  louis vuitton mahina leather

Spring has just arrived and early spring over the earth, the rain will fall from heaven rustling holodecks. This day, it is the teenager.

I've always liked rain, like rain, think rain too, listen and read the rain, like a person in the rain lean on Windows overlook the distant place, it seems, far away in rainy day somewhere I am missing people or things are more realistic, this feeling is so deep and clear, that I often dream in real and the travel between.

Looking out of the window scene, thoughts in the rain ups and downs, ambiguously hear from the distant parents call I go home to have a meal of voice, my heart, the feeling, obsessed with fluttery; Close the hometown of gazing, peach blossom in March with long-unseen rain and miss, a surging infiltrated my each inches of skin, each place bone marrow, each drop of blood. The slice of hongnong ah, is still so delicate and charming, accompany their that rows of willow, green shoots, sprouting in the breeze, hallways dance. Eye, the peach blossom, disorderly hongnong peach!

As if, a hands gently over my long hair, and play to fall in between hair petals. Still is so gentle and exquisite, is still the sigh of quietly, but I've could not see your face, I already tired, flagged tired. Close the peach blossom rain, boundless mt.huandshan to I fall, fall... I tried to see you, but tears blur my eyes, tears of all the scenery to home and family are slightly trembling deformation.  louis vuitton monogram canvas

Walking in the rain hold a peach blossom scenery passageways, I wander, then took a deep breath of air in his hometown! Again with a quiet admiration hometown with colourful! Leaf shadows, shakes down with a sigh. In the final, deciduous leaf ah... Let me be the the next vaguely!

The firecracker JiaRan the dream holiday ruptured. Imperceptible in, the tears have frozen the face. Rain is still, man is not yesterday. The past, marta disappeared in smoke between allow!

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