the sky clouds are suddenly

I, is a tree, a tree forget love. Whenever the spring breeze gently, my body is in the poem melts in the rain, the thin branches YaoYaoYeYe, dance the dance of finishing. The other side of the mountain, a eyes peeping at my lonely figure. I tilted desires, watching in the corner of life, the shadowy figure. Turn leisurely, hear the cry of love, can not see is the heart of the flowers bloom. Only I, partial corner, all tenderness .
Wilderness qingqing, overflow hill green melt my sorrow, stretching from her brow and hard-working bees flashing I the emotions of the mould, spread around. I cupped hands wish: no longer tragic life. Wash the torrential mountain rain abrupt, and heavy made yuhua district open in my branches and pure rain a little bit into my body, spread along the thread of the bump my sadness, hungry body opened his mouth, greedy sucking.
Mountain rain suddenly break, love the smell of fresh air, the scent of herbs dizzy catch my heart, but I want the flower didn’t come. In the sky, the cloud to cloud, but I’ll never learn can’t handsome and elegant white clouds. Perhaps, this life, my life is up to the invasion of the tree. But the other side of the mountain, there is a pair of eyes I didn’t see through, that is full of desire intoxicated with the eyes of my heart. In front of his eyes, I small of just one individual plant grass, but my heart is still filled with fragrant flowers. Because I believe that when I put the crown block to you, your heart, in my gentle melt in the shade.
River’s lake sunset, empty heart. The rotation of the years, all kinds of joys and sorrows.there. The reappearance of the branches of that my life, who is beautiful in bloom? Every curtain and view, long-so large hankage flashing my tears. Step broken bridge, the snow was falling, in one thousand the deep bitterness look to me, I turn to, from now on, back in the world of mortals bending my waist. I stooped body, in the thick snow, to search for your footprint. Even a trace of green hair, is enough to comfort my lonely life?
Rain, empty mountains, dripping quietly out of the window, the dust settles, inner surface. Pinglan overlook, the future seems to be under their feet, but the scenery is too beautiful. Maybe everything was a lie, who is lying? I can’t believe that, although the heart is as light as yan, but I couldn’t fly from the world of mortals. Who is in the heart’s door wove me flowers, tall hedge, isolate the light of the moon. No moonlight, I can’t see anymore, the eyes can only run on the night of the sea, looking for the light in my dream Neo Derm Beauty Box .
With a time of bamboo, break sparkling colourful shadow, in the clear water of the river of grass into my heart, gave birth to the root, the bud. Dazzling sunshine through the clouds, irradiation on the boundless field, uncertain of the dust flying, my mood is like the markings on the tip of the finger, the arrangement of the clutter. I drop my head, sighed with emotion years relentless and affectionate. In those years, I felt like a long in the hollow of the tree, the tree, and the wind strong, bright moon mirror. Finally, the sort of comfortable life, out of my blue sky.
People, is a dust, as long as there is love in heart, the world is the scenery everywhere. Regardless of myriad frustrations, series of insurmountable, it is self breakthrough. More forward, more close to the self, realize the integrity of the heart, is a natural giving our power. Once upon a time? We are lonely because of love, we are lonely because of the night. The shore he remembereth end across the sea waves, to the endless sea, we are a seam, skew the figure in the waves, waiting for the trial of the setting sun. At the same time, our hearts are in the struggle, because, our lives, will be returned to the side of the tree.
The gentleness of the tree, can rely on, also can be the end-result of the heart. Every time away from, parting with your family and friends, maple leaf national flower is our sadness. Because of caring, more warm our hearts. Because miss, our life more complete. In the world, between people across a tree, a tree shade can resolve the heat in the life, also can build a bridge of love. Under the bridge, pentium yesterday of the past, the shabby house, and the decayed kerosene lamps. And heart, a winding path on the edge of the memory to crazy run, mountain breeze blowing my face, dog’s tail grass tickled my feet. I shake a shake, hungry cloth shoes long mouth, waiting for me to use my childhood. I fly over mountains, through the night dream, keeled over in the grandmother’s old wooden box, with colorful glass ball rolled, write the diary of homework in the past, my grandmother give lucky money to hide in the Chinese textbook. At this time, my grandmother walked to the front of me, her hair in my childhood, the stars in the sky ashamed returned to cloud, I lay on my grandpa’s lap, naive counting the stars. Outside of rockfill dam, a few rungs bending to the three cherry trees. I skilled climbing on the cherry trees, left hand holding the green leaves, right hand holding the deadwood, cricket singing in my feet, and the frog swim across my tranquil, dozing weevil greedy sucking the my tears. Boring I secretly run to the house eaves, with his hands in ShaWo find ant lion. Raised his head, a spider web seized my memories, I hide under the leaves of amnesia, eavesdropping on love affairs cicadas. A heart, the rain woke mountain mushrooms, I pulled the wet grass, as a result, a bowl of freshness of mushroom soup in my stomach.
The next day, the morning, the sun shines on the golden fields of the east, I pursed mouth, waving sickle, heavy grain was I cut off the head and to show concern, conveniently planted two grain of peanut, peanut root and shoot in the pan of I, bear fruit. I leaned against corn stalk, eating peanuts, suddenly reminded grandpa of cattle. Fields, grandpa cows ate the newborn GuMiao. I waved bamboo stick with trepidation, driving cattle, my grandfather had cultivated a piece of heaven and earth. When it is finished, sweating I run in the rain, burgundy wine conveniently in picked a ripe orange in the other. After school, I was sitting on the desk, holding a pencil to write with my sin. To take a strange vision teacher, my whole body shake, running on the road to skip class. The road, next to the aunt told me that working parents came back, I throw away the bag, pick up a piece of yellow leaves, returned to my grandma’s. The sky clouds are suddenly, I waved to the broom, will simply corn into past hill, looked at the hills, I decided to build a piece of fruit wood in the mountains, and no matter where I am standing? Are all side of the tree.
River blocks the flow, I bathed in my time, body of the dust fall to the ground. I will find out dreams of imprinting, into the cloud. Suddenly, a goose flies, crashed into me. I dragged scarred body, hard climb to a vine, I struggled to forward, birds and flowers in my front, I refused, but hid in a snail shell, long waiting beside a tree of memory.
By my side, who is the memory? And memory of the shore, I am in who side? Tree without memory, which side is open, why is this? This is because we went to another tree.