In making this decision back to the lake, my mind is really very self-contradictory, do not know if I should go back to any one place in numerous missed by your post, you will not be more than just a place names of ... ... As Lugu Lake, which is also here for me more than just a lake? This has become my care deeply about the most beautiful paradise! A lot of friends tried to persuade me that must not go to the bar, the dream is always illusory misty, and all can only be the perfect way to dreams and thoughts in your life, where live, and give ourselves the space bar to retain a little imagination! Or friend who is right, half a year of Acacia, I do not remember how much time I spent in the end, with the number of words to recall and describe where every drop of water! Memory is too good, so sometimes I often think about all the lake or simply just a very beautiful and very real dream. Each in their own feelings of boredom, I will unconsciously think that when the lake has shown signs of near-perfect tranquil scene, mood, in this moment re-naturalized in the calm lake in my mind, it is not willing to forget that not may have forgotten where the deepest soul retained too many traces of her. Go back to the belief finally overcome all the struggles, I have decided to travel in that moment, I have some admiration for myself, because this go, I have to pay the price will probably be lost forever in this paradise has been metamorphosed into the lake ... ...
I never dare say that I am an understanding of the lake, I do not know what the lake shore villages, clear lake has several islands, and even I could not even own obsession What is the name of the village do not know. I am understanding of the whole lake is entirely emotional, often inter-shaking heart, is bright sunshine, sparkling stars and free of shadows. Or, precisely because I forgot to pay attention to the so-called landscape, that gave me right here to have a more profound attachment bar.
Take the written before the checked the previous posts, after a lapse of six months, and still let themselves moved. I really did not the United States, but the feeling is very real, at this early autumn looking at the text written in early spring, warmth thick. Suddenly, it was found out I had always ignored the written word reveals his feelings, always feel for the Lugu Lake have only memories can be back to peruse come to realize that more of a hope. Near nostalgia cut the accident, the word will suddenly jumped into the hearts of pre-trip ... ... to go back? Do not go back? Did not hesitate to use the "home" the word walk so many places, seems to have only natural lake will allow me to spend this very warm and kind words. Each thought, where the bottom of my heart has a touch of sweetness, often a great time to think about the pressure, where all sing their own sitting in the sea grass hills to change the song "the most romantic thing", and then the feelings of impatience can be calm down, or only at home in order to give this place such a feeling of.
Often seen in someone else's post sentence - the lake plateau is lying on a tear the earth's surface. Is it because I pre-existence of the stories created by the drop of tears on the import of this beautiful lake and become a part of the lake? So, first thing to see here, a bit absentminded, always feel that they, and here is winding unclear, and a sense of reintegration in the hearts of the spread of ... ... In fact, the first time I saw, when a certain corner of the heart a voice in the jump, but unfortunately, I only treat it as a kind of excitement! In a good number of returned between obsession and gradually try out the voice has been shouting that word called "reintegration." Is attributable to pre-existence of present or future generations attributed to this life, I've been unable or afraid to Zaiqu digging! Pairs of pre-existence later to say I am actually not too interested in, I wonder that I would use this word as the subject. Perhaps the circumstances of the lake to stir up all my romance-cell bar, standing on Caohai lake there is always a life-cycle of feeling, a very strange experience.
Author: yixizhuoma
