Only faint and fall in the eaves
Wind wears one attacks the lilac skirt shirt, sweep across the dandelion strolling among the grasses. The sunshine has been rowed from the interval of tree, it is lively that the scattered figure lies on this stretch of land sowing and shedding them. At this moment, picture to look at memory, think stretching pieces of lazy waisting languid only, wait for sky flash King to be graceful second, it can sow to the realm of shedding everybody. Let's rock its strange tail! I think in the magical magic division, can stretch out hands, let the crape myrtle spent in the corner open. Perhaps there are Ma Liang's spirit pens, as everybody's sight lands on the same horizontal plane, in the beginning of a story of year every moment. To persons who keep watch in the wheat field, the drifting fragrance of the ear of wheat reverberates in its annual ring forever. Listen, he is speaking in a low voice: "It open by on the twinkling of an eye in eyes, Chaoyang at make up,hum sparrow by melody of life in wire pole, I have enjoyed, has melted, as if chocolate scratches an arc in the warm and hot water, thin sweet parcel my eyes. If A Latin have hope in the supernatural light, I must imagine, take advantage of, fly to blanket stroke the last moment that the setting sun is finish the work that then, a shy smile left.
Breathe fresh air that under forest, baking, paying butterfly's impression of the dream dawn every day of the memory. Enjoy and stand in the field looking forward high alone, because is beating for the beginning of the new life there: The time of night, the moonlight is shed to the field, stroke the heads of the ears of wheat gently. They have a drowsy look, are snore, is having the pleasant dream! I see them growing up, they bring the mortal world of sentimentally attached to coming somewhatting, grow taller hurriedly, as if poured into a whiff of magics in the body, it is their figures that I hope to see the place: On the hillside, among the fields. I dress beautiful, drive away those destroy, peck they pure sparrow of time " . One and another sounds are reverberating in the ear, I feel that walk among the low banks barefoot, the note is walking with your tiptoe, a silk cool breeze is being attacked, thinks too some is interesting more.
I stand, here, can hear wrist-watch time rattled away to tick leave the mark clear, the foot loops and encloses in the mire, the rain hits on the body, without any feeling, the thick and heavy in colours one is the concave pool of that bunch of footprints, full rain drops once, the heart is forgotten at this moment, the wind stopped, each dreamland seems to be lulled
Life at the moment of cultivating, area hoe rooms of breath of mud recover, climb all over branch rattan of rattan teapoy. People say it the membrane that bread circle, plan, bite, again bad-tempered to but stop. But it look like one pool autumn water quiet sometimes, can musical sound turn on it strong slowly often, it is plain that open the jasmine blackly, have held and played in the cooking stove out the Pi whip ground stereo of this Pi in the faggots lightly, chew the chewing gum in the mouth, will imagine beginning a succession of. Imagine spaceship fly to my home is later in a trance to understand whole air fill the air card illusion of Buccino. Piece of life fall stars, unrestrained human world, with both refined and coarse grains, stir-fry before stewing fry, beginning when the light of the first rays of the morning sun shine on a drop of dewdrop in pan, the beetle has climbed in all over your crystal bottle. At this time, you will find the lively sand bits of rolling in the morning in the South, beating for them "  The special show of solo dance "  . The west sub lakeside trees flicker figure, seem to be launching a strange and new seminar. In jumping the season of the tango, the note knocks and hits the window every day, time is airborne, we, the beginning is to the future tunnel. That light drops on our top of the head, in the bright blue and blue sky, reflect more future spots. The young man who holds guitar, look at the seashore. The sea level is suffused with the clear light. In this way, young man touch string, tone drop on sandy beach, foot to step on the sea wind print, all is imbedded in the picture.

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