With three days of rain, off and on, or like the south with temperature TaiYangYu, and is said to be the YanYu jiangnan, hazy in the rain, with filar silk of fog, the dreaming. On the steps of the shi long in the deep, green lichen, v in the cool and refreshing on the earth said good night. Don't know if it was in the rain to find true to yourself, and then the feeling of the meticulous care into the hold down the raindrops fell silent, lovely in my arm, and then is reluctant to wipe away, the way a child like reached into the eaves of the string of beads joined in, looking at rain splashs the rain spreads out, and then the light fell to the underground.
Hold a depreciation umbrella, wearing white clean tour shoe, along the path of the lake in the park has been go toward outside walk. The lake did not return some of the boat in the rain to struggle, start with the MaDaSheng roadside whistle, heard crying, noisy. I think, if I was sitting on the ship's master, I must stop the ship to listen to the rain, quiet, and then read out the song in memory has been like word, "young TingYu song upstairs, red candle faint ROM account. Prime TingYu guest, JiangKuo ship cloud low, broken. Now that the wild goose west wind TingYu monk, temples to already scarce stars and loss total ruthless. Also, next order, a bit before till the next morning." Want to do a TingYu boy, standing in the quiet of the lake, sometimes is not listen to a pull of the old man's house rolled out a erhu the erhu sounds.
Finally still returned to reality, a YanYu dusty path and road covered with unknown a variety of flowers, all the way down the lake outspread, like a handful of winding knife, and inserted in a deep valley, a little dull feel sad.
Like the gash life trajectory, a judge is not clear direction, is my fork from the first step of happiness, the article on it the way of sorrow. The ground out of the cigarette butts, "myself-" the sound of rain fell into, and then take up a touch of smoke boasts, want to a YanYu jiangnan's fiction, so time, put out the cigarette butts, how many such as come not to rise YanYu. I took the song, want to head to lend his shoulder, bold imagined his head by her shoulder to rest. Although, it is a strange unspeakably action, but it is sweet, to the death.
Suddenly went through the one thousand years of ups, an as a hero of the already separate a life time carrying QiXie long sword cut as the sky behind the front, I found the rain together as and, suddenly, thunder and lightning, white crack the same chain down above the sky will split down, don't know if someone were unfortunate, ambush? I'd like to do a misfortune and lucky children, fills the world the vast human sea, just to meet you. From the first step of happiness, found your footprints, came over.
I am a rogue orphans? In the wind and rain wandering the orphans. I was in the lake on the shake of the place, not growth, not rooted, I am hunting the, swept the ends of the earth to meet me, you don't ask, I come from?
Find a quiet place, a rain of the stone, the stone bench with the hand of Saul clean water, and then sit there, to tell you, our story. I was such a will life of the people, to the world of his own interpretations of the poetics picture, even if it was dirty foam had caught by a bad smell, copper skins, and I also like smoke, to the more wonderful life. Just, I went to the wrong and embarked on a can't find the way exported, from the first step of happiness, on the path to a sad way.
The rain of the earth, and white mist, goes up from around the two trees, in the middle of the crowd, who is not well-known beautiful flowers and plants in the world, and the thin lake, when seen from afar, beautiful like a vice natural jiangnan ink painting figure. Half of the horizon with lights flashing, through the layers of the drizzle, came out to my YanBo of refraction circulation. A sea of green flag, winding path, extended to a world.
From the first step of happiness, sadness on the road.
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