The wind blew over cheeks, some slightly pain, understand and by the end of SuiWei, like between trance, a year is gone, and thought to come, unexpectedly is most of the time in order to survive  oakley sunglasses wholesale, the machinery to busy, seems to be nothing left. Some strange, YanGuoLiuSheng, the wind had nicked, even if the time such as wind, the wind as nicked ah.

You've been in love literature, like in the online daub their words, inventory 2007 words, and finally picked up slowly beginning to the trace of the wind.

Just from the boundless stretch, billowing white white lake do return, despite the discharge is not, as the temperature and Yu sunshine, in the JiangTan bare hands on, look at the wind of lyres cold ruffled the ying ying a hold the water, listening to the wind the bleak prospect of bacillus subtilis desolate get away, experience the wind JiangTan forest cultivation farmers forehead HanDi pack up quietly the gentle, wander in the present a bride sort of the skin river, that bare JiangTan, not as beautiful bride's genitals? Clean, warm, mature, fragrant.

In the spring green dragon king mountain, the wind with sad lonely I look for spring, warm spring breeze gently blow on my body, let my feeling at that moment tenderness, soft soft spring rain fell on my head, let me to experience the moment of passion and the green wicker breeze on my face, and let me back to the fold as a child LiuCheng flute tong qu; In gradually raise the sand on JiangTan, the testimony from the bare poplars in the YouCaiHua with wind to the sweetness of the kite in margin; With palm reading silently the moments in the joy of the classmate see party line, place oneself in hot spring pools, fellowship provided at Christ, everyone is labial red tine is white, the face if the peach blossom, as if the youth are far back to our body; Also in the night breeze sobbing, think of has lived in heaven 15 years of mother, throat got stuck like plugging: mother, you were there? In not to see his father smiled at me beside the river; Also in the drizzle feifei under cherry blossoms, and sad with the fallen petal fake oakleys , listening to a lady in red on a feeling of "cherry blossom emotion story, recalling her valentine's day alone...

Before I woke up from sad lonely, can let yourself fall miscellaneous spring purged of mood, but in in a hurry in the footsteps, the clothes wear less and less, the weather becomes more and more boring, suddenly realize that summer arrived? Spring to spring to, sadly silent, without trace. Then, in the fall the walk between disc, select a late open bud, gently plucked, carefully inserted into a beautiful vase...... I'm trying to keep spring, also tries to put a defense lawyer of addiction; Was in the confusion of the fall in the empty, leaving me forever of hubei literary circles, the literary world huanggang forever, forever... Call, think of that worked with the place such as literary huanggang literary world through the day, but I know we still in to walk side by side...

Yet from the passion to the tianhe aftertaste to come over, casual, a stream of familiar scent if be wafted, full-bodied fragrance and do not break elegant, make you happy, let you taste is, also let you many many regrets: oh, imperceptible again in the osmanthus fragrance. In a hurry in all day shuttle units and between the family, like a day to night swimming fish, going to work two head see black, day so as to gradually blue chilling sound into the autumn of life, all quick forget her endless, also forgotten because various and colorful of noise to the meaning of life, and in Beijing the fragrant hills experienced that heart also suddenly understand after travel: spring is warm spring, autumn is the quiet of the autumn, spring, summer, autumn winter, still in deducing permanent amorous feelings, and why a proud? Life is like a journey, do not care about the landscape, and the mood is that you see.

So count, originally the sky every wind, have I erratic thoughts. The sky every wind, all in my world left a trail.

Time really like a breeze slightly too my side, I close my eyes, fine fine grade of warm wind, the wind of subtle fragrance, and right against the face of blowing slightly painful, they seem to know on when and where, no shadow intangible, capricious, PingZong in seemingly radiant, but we can use words made a fence, and leave the warm wind, the wind, the wind the sweetness of the beautiful, leaving traces of the wind.

The wind is still in the year after year blow, text, I think I will continue to write on, perhaps only text to keep my old feelings and thoughts, and those of the past attachment, like the rest of the wind, in a series of trace left on the beach, others to touch, let a person to taste. I know that a series of wind trace, is I walked all the way the footprints of a string of, the footprint, is my water thousand mountain, hardships get ahead of trace. Maybe one day I can really laughter appears the flower is welcome, clouds scud across, but the wind through my a trace, the flying countless about the wind memories, deep the string will gently still pick, plays the former days the harp wholesale oakley sunglasses, these tracks, should also be GanLie such as alcohol, fragrant flower.

The wind was blowing, the wind is still in the liao, the wind is still in the breeze, the wind is still in spin, water wrinkle, and the clouds float, tree green, flower falls...... Perhaps, these tracks, in one day, became in this world I go one by the marks?

Past events such as wind, but traces.

In my words, more in my heart.