Just a style, just a few drops of rain, the ground is not completely wet, the temperature had plummeted into the plains in winter.
This kind of weather, there are some people in the rain flowing to run around in the tireless, their eyes dazed; also have some urgent repentance before the gods, praying; there are some people in the day and night carnival, peacefulness. I wander in the wind Lise Se, such as leaf, eager to warm.
Warmth in the lonely people is always a luxury.
Hidden in the sea to apparent small and helpless. Had to close all windows and doors, in a small space mortgaged our lands, took stock of the leaves. Some plots have been covered with dust, with the silence of Things Past, still shining, is the time to wander with you, they haunt my dreams, and then along my fingertips into the cold strings. Sad notes on the flies, whirling my tears. Heap of dust myself are thicker layer of cream, a layer of hurt, the world is barren, the heart will be hurt the silver, more cold. Then the cold hit me, followed by a cold brought not only physical discomfort, as well as sad, as if he is ancient seclusion of Scholars or lackluster scholar, not even the thought of the dark and death.
Life is a Zhuangge, I volunteer duty-bound to go, freedom to sing, through the oasis, through the pavilion and the inn, the whole world and went to live with me. How much I love this world, but also how much I love you, always thinking of you across the landscape. When death comes, only willing to fade alone, only willing to continue with the land Fruitful spring Fengjixuchui blowing willow, bird evening flying side by side; and I had Jincheng more beautiful stranger; Qinling the home side Topol is still noisy, the cotton sheets; Some beautiful women are still busy in the kitchen, and you are rushing for an ideal ... ... live with your care, dying, I would like to have your farewell, then I will look gentle, calm state of mind, without fear has no regrets. Naturally, in reality this situation is highly unlikely, most likely, in a sitting of the evening, wash your hands to do lunch or soup is also a long illness in bed at night, I suddenly die without warning, mind Finally, the image is in flash you, your kind and distant smile. Then fear, despair and helplessness together into a lightning destroyed all sense, and I too late to call you, and turns the Rouchang are hanging in the corner turned into a drop of Qinglei, then plunged into darkness.
Cycle other than the residual water left virtually uninhabited mountains, outside of my soul drifting clouds, but the stars.
The first one I will not wake up that person is not you, no one will notice you, since you do not have any of my messages. Several years later, when the neighbors homes have the right to forget that when you suddenly all the way to the plain, looking around, like a madman all about me, and before his death over and over again to people who know me tell about the story we have only obtained is that they look surprised.
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