You have your own aromatic

You have your own aromatic

Dreams fall

2014-01-07 11:43:25 | Experience



The cold north wind roared, blowing lost season, dry the miss in the middle of the night, the clock ticking as fleeting, woke up several world of dreams, was swallowed by the darkness a fog of illusion, collapse time in this terrible winter was wandering, pale memory into a light and gone with the wind, silent the ending is like a grain of sand from the fingertips, gently slide, eventually with quiet attitude into the shallow fleeting fashion women clothing wholesale.

Dream bloom, fragrant numerous dark night, the dream of flower, withered flourish and blooming season. Dream dream of autumn, decorated the youth who? Blossom a few spring breeze, warm who years? Dreams and reality is always parallel lines never intersect, two may, we are obsessed with it is that a self life monologueManaged Cloud.

A bundle of joy long heart bloom in the blue sky, standing on tiptoe, with open arms, stepping on the waves, perfect the color of the far-off regions far away into a legend, a Freemasonry love the time frames in a moment forever. If love, is never far away, if the love, will not be tired. As long as Miss, in the sky, in the eyes, in the heart.

Total hope, in a cloud of attitude through the four seasons, gently, a place of love over. Always want to, with a bloom time, collect all the beautiful moments, aromatic not far away.

Four leaf clover in the heart, magical bodhi tree species in the heart. Watch a film opening happiness full of peach, a spotless mind Enron to warm. Time flies into a poem, the wasted years into a line, as long as you still you, I or me, the sky is still empty moon. "Loved informed heavy, thick wine Zuiguo know", once, a simple heart to move, even if only a short stay, at least not regret the past pure state.


Autumn

2014-01-06 17:04:12 | Experience


In the blink of an eye to the leaves flying season. If the word spring beauty in subtle, summer beauty in Yu Jiaoyan, the beautiful winter in holiness, shallow sorrow then autumn beautiful just wandering away from the brow to hide, that is a kind of sense of loss after sorrow, with poetic sour, like a leaf dance wind up, and so the immortal, flip up and down, like a butterfly with...... Hiss is in the wind scattered bleak, to listen carefully, also like singing -- about lost good -- it is an idyllic scene scene...... His eyes wet, not when they are the hidden, then arbitrary in the wind dance, even if has be reduced to fragments, because this is the last dance, will be devoted to...... The final drop in heart of the wilderness, dying in the bleak sound, quietly decay into mud, sleep -- this cycle if the polar ice, even if the millennium has never changed......

Leaves numerous, the heart was surrounded by a cold, not marginal, and like the kind of missing, not easy to find but eliminate all......

The night is cool, just walk out the door, only with a readily imagine, in order to further touch autumn...... Lift eye, dark blue sky color is not imaginary, but near to dark reddish purple, crimson like rusty between dark, no broken gold stars glittering, only a bye bright moon quietly in the floating...... The autumn light there, I lifted my eyes staring at the sky, chewing in the mouth of the olive, repeating -- autumn in my heart ", is an even lonely but poetic season -- like a wild woman, a beige Luo shirt, with brown paper umbrella, walking in the forest stream. Long hair rolled up, hair comb into simple, no powder modified face, more elegant and beautiful......

Autumn color is no longer in the golden, but by the time the washed matter color, withered branches pointing to the sky gray faded and shattered the sad, also sharpen war years survival proudly...... Sometimes incomplete beauty can also make a person enchanted -- I often stop in the courtyard of a deep Peng autumn grass, stone dumping jade column fracture, always Chiwang dried stem Shuai the abortive flower becoming disabled, now they already declining decline, I not by weaving them brilliant mind. In the past, contrasting the two however, the former Cang afford much food for thought, the beautiful but eventually however buckish dream -- autumn means, in the vicissitudes of life under the bleak treasure eternal beauty, in its seemingly had ended in fact continues. The next spring, or the same cycle only trees remember the reincarnation of the number of years, a circle a circle carved in my heart......

Autumn meaning, "Kanai Indus leaves yellow, bead curtain does not roll night cream" is over, and the quiet, also have the "boundless Xiao Xiao Lamu, endless rivers rolling plateau" open, very touching. Autumn meaning, not on the boundless sadness bleak and under the poetic in that sad faint shaking under the beautiful and bleak hidden up new life......

Gently leaned over, from the dust in picking up a broken leaves, dirt surface Fu, to the palm, make autumn wish -- treasure in my heart you, leave a mark......