The trees over the years on the road is no longer the past color tree, trees, or a single trees, such as camphor trees, and many mask houseof the road were planted with all kinds of leaves of tree species, known as color trees, for we live in a city added infinite beautiful beautiful colour.
Thought such trees may be far away from us, and never noticed what color trees, around which road to this day the weather turn gradually cool, winter has come, didn't expect inadvertently found that side of the city also has many such colorful trees, exciting.
Early in the morning to go to work, suddenly see the road on both sides of the street trees are no longer a single green color, but presents a variety of beautiful colors, a variety of colors mixed together, mutual set off, for the earth added a lot of warmth.
Carefully mask house, it seems, that is still green camphor trees, tall, branches thick, center stands. It is a piece of golden ginkgo tree, the most spectacular, golden leaves under the rising sun shine upon, especially dazzling. Clip is low in cherry trees, see in the winter, it is slowly turned red, the orange leaves, green, golden yellow leaves, added more thick ink color, three color elements blend together, formed a beautiful scenery line.
Is fascinatedly appreciate the beauty of the sight, suddenly see an old man led the wriggling grandchild going to school, children are attracted by the charming scenery, constantly asked in a pointed to the tree and also from time to time, bent down to pick up the pieces of leaves under your nose smell.
A gust of wind blowing, blown over a lot of leaves, children are excited to chase the leaves, catch up with the busy after hard guessing, with their feet that followed the old man happily with the attitude of the winner to school.
May be affected by the children, the elderly couple of a pair of morning exercise, also stop to watch the light scene mask house , identify the names of these trees, admiring our cities are becoming more and more beautiful.
I meet with music is a beautiful thing, in a beautiful days, call the tired soul from the dark dream wake up, the rotation of the last night before bed. Forget to consuming rain field, let the triumph of music with a welcome drink, in the mountain valley for poor canary. The wind rustling, rock messy pieces rang bagpipes, song lei castle, casts the shadow of greed solidification. I saw people's heart contraction, narrow desire, one rose from the dark shadow the shape of a colorless, killing bundles women love roses. Sky is god works of art, moist soil absorbs the rain, growing plant life, the beautiful scene has been preserved in the great sky, attract the brilliance, comfort the gods created the moon light. I on the way to identify soul, along with heart beat to follow the rainbow, after the ecstatic moments. My heart in the palm, take music, who were the names of the bitter.
Music passion steps into the blue sky, roar, sing a disaster, time smudge jumping on the surface of the lake, great rivers, crisp knelt down rain, fine gauze deep fog. Nice paean is empty square, the chirping of the birds run out of the sun, curled up exploration of wild rain light, like a weapon to destroy music refined grains. Wind roar, rapidly changing, one thousand kinds of voice will be the wandering clouds of flowers filled with elegant. Faded glory, instantaneous compiling lyrics, banging on the musical, they know the song sing, luster humanoid. The tip of the tongue slip naked wind, chaotic FeiSa faint scent, cannot hit songs, and fall under the rain, like a kiss kiss with the wind and waves hit the dawn. Flying music, shredded desperate loneliness, applause lose hope, for the soul the way.
I have no language, like music, like snowflakes dream, in the blue sky above, explore the desire, with a little arrogant. My first speech, in the void has never rust in sky blue, open peaks of the world, accept the tide affable music trend, signal in the spring. Endless clouds, bound to look at the eyes of the sun, music in the shade of hunger and thirst of phonetic, raising a spoiled catkin. The sun goes down to bury music into the journey, sizzling gold. The light of dawn, your heart been stretched, rule the universe of the eternal. The sun god with the white lotus fragrance, fighting with the fresh air. The export of light music we arrange in advance to avoid disaster, before the sun arrived, harvest the clever of the world.
I didn't give up hold libra gods love, rich in east green hair combed it standard. Quietly happy, beautiful beautiful beautiful, delicate strokes light yan wing with joy, an unprecedented fantasy, ado noisy creatures, singing in the false eye, despising the cold wind, music down heavy, light burning pentium. Still tantalizing scenery scenery luxuries, time if send out of the mist, like the thin fine fine flowers, take strong fragrance, destroy the thoughts of poverty. In the era of space, the resurrection of willow branches, with the pride of streamline relieving rushed to the front of the wind, like a kiss, like drops of solemn and stirring. Dropping my ways to squeeze the shame, listen to the monologue of the wind, can't touch. Crazy, all the way south feather flying with wind, sand straight, LiuShao glides across the lake, overwork, create their own music. Cold wind to lone sentinel, jealousy lake, is still expanding, become pale face. The cold hard work all night, suddenly open water of the lake, into the sun friendly ambassador. Without music, the foundation of the choice of appropriate time, across the lake scenery, no frills lit of passion, in total of time, chase the wind nest of the sunset.
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.