distant relatives

In the four seasons reincarnation, how many people, to see a dream, running a life; How many birds for a migration, stand out; How many 30 students, campus for a leaves, looking forward to ten years, how many spring and autumn period. Can in the yard of leaves　, overlooking the sky quietly, static to admire the beautiful time.

Everyone's heart have a memorable season, or the warmth of spring warm, or the passion of summer, or autumn cold, or the cold of winter. And I was caring for four seasons, in the world, don't have the heart to forget. Like looking at the stars, the stars, and peace. Like walking on campus, overlooking the distance, observe four changes. Pieces of petals, clouds, apprehending poetic flavour, look for mi gentle, those precious treasure, golden glow of life, is the pursuit of everyone.

Sitting under the blue sky, occasionally have time, will depend on a small tree, looking at the sky, watching the clouds elegant and beautiful; At the wild goose to fly, spring harvest information gain. The excitement of the wind, quietly falling in poplar trees just turned green, pian-pian -- in a surprise, like a beautiful picture, like a dream and charming. The man under the tree, is each have change. Or the net be buckled, smile and see; Or walking alone　, read "li SAO"; Or threesome frolicking with each other, and the wind, said yesterday's delight, chatting daydream in the future. Flying dream, a dream, he prowled the great economy and are willing to insipid, but are beautiful enjoyment, meimei's vision. The sun warms the earth, the spring breeze blows to dust, in the distance, the dream in the water, looking to take on the wind and rain bridge, the home of distant, distant relatives, distant dream.

The sky the sea is vast, take in everything in a glance. Like a piece of dark blue sea, the sea is calm, no ferry no boats, only a silent world. Gulls and penguins, haiyan is still in the sea in search of a dream, all sorts of islands are not the legendary steep, lush trees, people busy playing. And those under the sky of mountains and rivers, ancient road, heavy fog, never lost the line of sight of people.

Misty rain in March is over, the spring footsteps receding. And go sky, pedestrians or in a hurry, bird or last year, just cherry blossoms fall for how many nights, who also don't know her sorrow. Perfect spring, who would be willing to bring, but, the four seasons rotate, sense, and a creature, between heaven and earth again.

At once, the cherry long out of the new bud, pieces of leaves, like a newborn baby, lovely, contains the hope　top university, as if the world all for it. From a crack in the leaf and leaf of sunlight passing, frighten a grass is taking a nap, chirp called a few times. The wind to no shadow to no, never watch others eyes, mountain over a mountain, across a leaf, tree, red flag flying. An old professor, several seventy, quietly, with a book in one hand, the hand touch the beard and light, with a smile ~ seems to be in days of yore. It seems at present is the stars, feeling.