Deep winter cold, suddenly nearly winter solstice and sink deep in the rainy day, an ending, to the thoughts of first love is always in the back and up, up and back, long life.
I don't know which day there will always be acacia, and had intercourse with, can not te winter's day is always dark early, rain also break the silence in the dark, dim the rain reflex the light inside the village, with freezing rain that less moisture, the mood also like cold rain cannot disperse, alone, looking forward to the warmth of sunshine, put down the book will have unlimited memory, although broken piece together the distant past.Still love you the most in unsettled.
That you slow voice of the narrator in Africa.That was in a few years later.Cape Town's penguin, you slowly in the WeChat told me that figure is small, I startled, will have any penguins in South Africa, it is in the tropics, my memory is only have to resist the cold Antarctic penguins.You sent a cape penguins pictures and video, the small figure, walking on the coast in rickety, feather in floating, obviously is a function of the wind.6 years working and living in South Africa is so miss you, every time a brief chat with miss letters.
That is light autumn day, go out for decompression, prairie and the other for a long time looking forward to, hulun buir vast and the grassland is green and luxuriant., green waves ripple, I sat in the yurt, prairie, quietly looking at the distance near the hill trickle tall poplar trees spread, part of the blade has almost withered and yellow, the green waves of sheep grazing in a leisurely, the distance the blue sky white clouds flying, of take in everything in a glance appear, fresh autumn wind stroke, mannen abandon, quiet, drunk under the blue sky, green, the sheep leisurely pace slow Shan, sometimes looked up and looked around, then eat the drafting to the bow, a melodious from far away the flocks of the matouqin sound, loud, continuously is the shepherd of the violin, the piano flooded with Mongolian songs, in the blue sky above the grass, urga man did not show with songs, energizes the situation is will destroy the quiet grassland and peaceful, mi.
Grassland is so charming, quiet that autumn wind acacia tenderness, bring to the prairie crisp wilderness, a find the scenery pleasing to both the intoxicated, every time when he would have a desire to touch youth at the beginning of love, just want to gently soothe the lost years of romance, gently blow on to cover up the memory as well.When I wander in the lonely, you will quietly sat by my side, this fantasy often appear after middle age.Speechless to cuddle up to it, is still that pair of warm hands, green waves is full of tender feelings sweet meaning blue, blue sky, knead the flowered heart intoxicate.
Long time no contact, abrupt rocks lonely sitting on the coast, the sea waves wash the feet of rock.A wave cover.Romantic sea breeze blowing my hair, blow my heart crazy to think.The seagulls singing the song of freedom, the rotating back and forth, together with I came here, the seagull who is calling.I couldn't help to zhuhai see like dream, you said to me, zhuhai is the place that you come back from Africa to live, have no desire to, that the sea under the blue sky, vast in between heaven and earth, do not know to have a monstrous waves, but here is rolling with water, for as my heart can't calm, decades ago, not in front of holding my hand, but after avoiding people you always took me by the hand, do not know you remember!Our relative to smile, although there is no language, no promise of the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, no guarantee of pledge of eternal love, hope our hearts forever, your smile is always so affectionate and so natural.
Whenever recall shock heart, hand in hand in the remaining that carefree and raw, heart warm and sweet.Zhuhai's summer is hot, the heat in my heart is full of your fragrance, seems to be no early summer sunshine gentle, optimal feeling hot sun, don't know you in that place in zhuhai neon-lit.Here I am, always feel you accompany, we against the wind, the sea broad, it is Shared the enthusiasm of the waves and the seagulls hover between the sea, we still together lead, silently waiting for, the dream of heart touching with the gentleness.Missing over the years seems to have broken my heart, sometimes really want to drunk, really want to drunk, BeiBei bouquet still cannot dissipate the treasured memories, dense in your mind, heart, like sweat of zhuhai was bored with wind in the body, a long time in the blowing wind, bathed in bright red in the wet summer, feel your soft hands touch between dependent, we usher in the sunset on the sea. A leap of pelagic, early fish lamp light, difficult is difficult that a sentimentally attached.
Of autumn has been deep, Beijing has cold wind whistling, blowing leaves floating and flow, the sound of rushing lala partial streets, across the street to raise dust in wudaokou, rushed through my side.A little coffee shop, at the beginning of the night as quiet, every window to sit, a cup of coffee, dark brown spinning in my agitation, eyes looking at the street has neon-lit, pedestrians scurry, the neon lights and light, the night context is surrounded by thin cool time, poured to fade again.Days away in various forms, we can find a lot of things, run out of time, is no longer return not to go once, why at that time young heart not understand romance, didn't want to eternal, now purples are always acacia lingering, the setting sun infinite life stay together.
On the hand phone WeChat want to say that I'm here for you, in Beijing, but failed to let go of you, that you are in Beijing city.It is in the northwest city of a province, the period of time.As time flies, the mottled memory always forget a tender feelings that be like face, my mind that a delicate gorgeous flowers, is always clear.Brown coffee aroma of dispersion in the cup, raise me that hidden in the heart sweet and gentle and lovely, like constantly flickering purple lights outside the window, with my thoughts...The phone your name in the flashing, red to cater to the street, I didn't want to tell you that we do not need to meet again, I want to keep the memory of the warmth girl forever, I know that some for the sake of what, I don't want to change everything, will always be lonely sometimes invisible to accompany you, or at that time the appearance.
Every window has a deep night, my heart is to get comfort, a song sachs reverberate (home), music hall has been busy in float in the sky, I should go now, go home, the acacia tenderness, like the end of the dream that children of the age relationship, anyhow can not be linked together, the everlasting, they fell in love and life, the love is not to disturb your calm, meet each other, how can how much more you can collect the lost love, what can you think of this collection, when the son opened the treasure of every page, every times and beads for it with tears!I follow the progress of acacia, in the end, a dream is a feeling of tenderness, that one wave ripples release I miss and love to speak to the listening, I walked, the back with the collection, maintains that when alone in the lonely, brushed the dust on the first article, 咏颂 the eternal love of youth.Put the cup stir cool coffee, spice, still beautiful, the melodious tune back to you,In the city of the pairs of lovers, the tables of a friend, goodbye Beijing, goodbye that a not abandon love lovesickness.
The missing his first love blossoms like the longing for love, like a flower is bright, like a stream of spring, melodious song lingering in my mind, always miss kind like spring breeze rippling the wipes, cool and refreshing summer samples, like harvest autumn yan samples, like snow sample purity.Always want sitting under the bright sky in different season, we look at xinghai, suppressed a heart to look back, the sound of the listening time, walking with the meaningful unforgettable memory, the green mood for you, in your eyes is so deep, there are any overflow to spread love tenderness eyes, a pair of big eyes and the release of her charming warmth and sweet, it's like a song often echoed the melodious song in mind eyes!While the memory of the long which a never-ending mood, the lost time will forever treasure in the heart all the time, until the end.