Waiting for the arrival of spring

Lying in the warm quilt, through a dark room, cautiously peeping out of the window, quietly back to the past... Trance between, only to find that Video Conferencing at the moment of myself, still falling in one city, like autumn leaves, scattered in the corner, waiting, waiting for the arrival of spring...

Rain, this should be the first rain of the New Year, to some urgent, no time to prepare, and not to open, just a moment, turned has quietly but go to, like the past days, long gone, become hazy, can't see your appearance, looking back, in a break recall ferry, pick up a wisp of memory of the wind, gently warm Ann inlaid harp time, light relies on the deep time, waiting time flower...

Wet weather in xiamen, as always, in this way, a person shuttle in the busy streets, see the form of color in a hurry, the street lights look gorgeous, a little warm, much a hint of sadness. Finely, many time, no touch these words, but also because busy, let oneself have no time to feel the pain, actually also accustomed to such a rush, let oneself truly experience life, and then enjoy fulfilling in the exhaustion of a day happy...

Small grass green, the flowers opened, and the bees came, suddenly miss the country time, lightly green, they were filled with joy, chasing the slapstick, carefree, memory, then the sky is blue, water is very clear, one song QingLian, drunk one party people, just, the depths of the time, there is always a person is warm your life. Bright and beautiful sorrow, a small collection. Little thoughts, beautiful a quiet time...

Tired, thought of home, of some people, never have too Audience Response System many words, but with love, to irrigate clusters of flowers. As a word says: man, always have such a family; Heart, always want to have a rest to dock harbour. Is the most long, flat the stick; In the wind and rain is the most close of warm, care...