Question in mind:
Home for a few days, the heart is still retired in the mountains between the water's edge, ears ringing clear analysis to come back to the wind in the forest. Really do not know, in a warm walk in a strange mark on you in my landscape has become immortal.
Travels prepared book, neither a mind full, you laugh at me strange: all packed in a Landscape human heart.
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In the hustle and bustle of cities, people will feel the pressure of a lonely, want to escape, so that the strange mountains and rivers fill up ethereal heart.
51 holiday, with the mission trip. Prior to that tour were him is intended to tell me: walk in the itinerary may vary. I can do cutting-hi, I like the fresh unknown purposes. Be able to make its own does not know where their next step will be to stay, can lead people to a kind of wait and wait? Do not know. Boundless mind, nice.
When ready to pack up, imagine the kind of Qing Xian, leisurely pleasure, will Rong Jin boundless scenery, the people will be able to fly ordinary light quietly. I just want to start the moment, quickly grow old, unwilling to turn back, unwilling to go back!
Moment, I've met a lot a lot of strangers, there is no past and future of the charmed, as if returned to the student, that has just entered the new schools, new classrooms, in the face when the new students feel so strongly back into the heart . We recognize, though know that will not come along in years of time, but minutes and seconds as the unit of life is time together to find a happy mood, I do not know always how far in the era, and that's enough.
Standing in deep grass, the dew soak into the dry Kujiao bit by bit, I am flying my soul, Ren Cao Jian on her shopping around. Strange you slowly came up to me, the long shadow of tall greatly suppress my shadow, my shadow of your soul has been pressed back into the heart. I am looking upward, watching Sixiaofeixiao of your face, can not read your expression. You simply have omitted even the self-introduction, and casually find a topic, and I lightly with slow language. The entire journey, you have been with a foreign country accent so quietly into my field of vision of the scenic beauty as I can remember in a scenic landscape.
In the landscape, I will not ask you the story, as we stood on the ancient city of stone-paved alley, the old house that sat outside the old lady's face filled with Cang Sang, I will be impressed that she photographed, and become a landscape, but she wrinkles behind the story of the Cang Sang, but I do not listen, hidden in the back of her wrinkles fans will always be a fan of people to guess. Your past, forever hidden in the landscape where your shadow, I do not want to know, I just want to let you become a landscape of a fan.
Will be love? Might be able to appreciate the beauty of a fireworks-like, but it definitely can not see deep feeling, can not enter the soul. I can not afford, I like the feeling of the entire sky over pressure. I do not want the most beautiful fly horizon Nama cloud.
Breeze Zhaxian, my long hair gently Piaowu, your eyes wander in my Fashao rooms. You just do not hurt me to talk about a certain topic, Daya, sometimes deep and sometimes shallow, but that is a beautiful and perhaps it looks a bit sad topic, is the corner of heart ??? can not afford to, then again why not? No harm. This point, was able to understand each other's heart, enough already.
Jiang Tao master twilight walk in the long stone staircase, the sun shines. I looked at four weeks away from green's heart, the heart has to float leisurely rolled up.
"See what?" Your playful tone-away hit woke me. I looked up and a rounded look directly at the sun, look at you, your face has the sun's shadow, a glow in your face look good to the Yang Kai. I laugh, you Mo looked at me and suddenly said: "The sunshine on my face?"
I am deeply deeply deeply Mouli eyes are staring at you, the moment the pass rate, enough already.
If life has always been predictable human instinct, then my happiness will be greater than hurts!
To know to get along in time, can be precisely calculated to the minute and second, even the feeling of all of the time constraints, and my heart went so far as to bear the infinite. With the boundaries of the mind, the original can do to relax.
I hate to leave the natural scenery. Rong Jin wants every second nature, the eye is not willing to leave the distant mountains, far from wild, or even an ordinary Naoki let me read enough. Dusk to mainland China, Mongolia up empty scenery. My heart is still soft She Buxia the natural sweet flavor. I slowly spin up. You want to gradually put out the head and the scope of the asymptotic printed on the heart.
You are a foreign country voice again sounded in my ear, you are my family and scenery and pass the telephone. I listened to a foreign language, could not help but between heaven and earth in the dim laughed. You looked at me strangely, eyes wide big question: "Do you understood?" I was laughing, laughing in a strange place, really a great feeling!
Did not understand then why not? I can feel the joy inside your tone from your voice I feel the moment of your heart, not more happy?
You laughed. You know I called your soul Wu Yu.
Night with midnight, lingering into the dream landscape. Dream, Xi Zhu Gently rocking in my hands, grass on the bowling Ludi crunchy bump into each other with a whistle evaporated into the air, naughty birds jump up in the mountain trails, quiet smile, with a foreign country accent You and I stood in one place vaguely accompanying landscape.
The dark night, suddenly woke up, my fingers moving with dignified draw the night, miss a, dream, unique scenery, the shadow of your smile, I fell in love with walking.
Early morning, quietly get up, out of the small residential homes. Wei Liang spirit of the air let me pick up, I am marching stone-paved paths, water, fans let me deeply odd taste. Water, the shore, the small alley, actually did not see a traveling person. This scenery is just given to me by you? A rare, rare, in the wave of tourism surge army, I went so far as a person can be so exclusive quiet morning!
Last night, heavy rain. The bow of the ship stopped at the shore, only a hard-working skipper, in the trouble to go overboard backwards rain.
"Boat, right?" Your tone with a foreign land, to take in my eyes, I always forget to see the speaker's eyes, so I forget your face, only to remember the dawn light, you gently slow slow voice.
Boat in the water line, the original was such a neat row of waterways can be.
We are sitting on both sides of fishing boat, I head sideways behind, looking behind the scenery, and you have sideways look at the scenery behind you. Why do not penetrate your face, look at the scenery around you do?
Time is expected to come to an end by. , Respectively, I was crying softly.
"I like it, quietly accompany you walk." Fog, I saw your deep dismay pupil of the eye, I am shocked that he tears begins to flow back into the heart.
You know anything about it? I am crying, not because of, respectively, but because we want to enter deep feelings is really difficult.
It made me understand, my deep feelings is to continue into the living, can feel very real. To be in a different environment, repeated body odor, until the next night to see that you can also look in the color of God, I must be your bosom friend, was able to understand your deep feelings of the.
While we did not last, and only the beauty of the fireworks-like scenario. You want to do? I do not want! Because it is not only a beautiful pain!
Author: ruiyunshan
