Utopia, there are people（二）

We love horses, love them strong and tall, love their beautiful lines, and free-spirited in the sunset Lazhao heroic. Often listen to the masi, and that trumpet-like horns, and the eagle cry sounds like a bleak steep Chung always people's blood, tears, great soldiers to war and "Xi Yi Shuihan winds blow," the tragic of the money. Although they are not the emperor's Tong Juma, nor is it six Chun Tang Taizong, more than Kuan's Red Horse, but it is devoting Dawan your horse in my heart, but Sahuan sunrise, sunset and whine, do not leave the United States has modified. For the horse, is fond of you, day or evening, flying horse, or horse to drink river, or ask mane took a deep, until we slowly rising smoke of small homes, only reluctantly returned to play horse , and two children surrounded the dinner table eating wonderful, as if placed in front of the delicacies, is seafood. Time after a meal is full of joy, you and I have a sentence of not talking, children or playful, or like a baby, people do not laugh is not annoying.
When night comes quietly, west window is light blue, I sit under the windows, body side with you. A glass of Beaujolais, few poetry, this scene, so has, time nostalgia, the Red most memories. When you sink and fall asleep, a slight Hansheng on my ear, is the extreme of the practical and tranquility.
In this house, we spend the Spring Moon, fleeting shortage years, there is no time to empty, some thousands of weather, the scenery could not finish season tour of all things. Remember the "Bible" is written: "Do you want to heaven, then look to the sky above you." You and I always look up to heaven, to Santa Claus reward the natural world, to communicate with the world Emmanuel phase, more experience with love and happiness. In this small courtyard, and some just go hand, but sincere.
Lishui at Castle Peak, the loss of life on such a day with your white hair gradually, as Meiduo the frost; my waist quietly bent, crooked teeth like a crescent. But I only have eyes for you, your eyes only I, each arm in the wind, gradually drifting away endless ... ...