Those in the morning of flying in the ZhiYuan, like a dream wholesale oakley sunglasses, appearing light-signature to fly over hundreds of thousands of kilometers if the sun to enter my eye, so the dream and the fly far away to get to my side? Suddenly look back, on cold LanGan dream and residue.

Time, is a kind of distance, is the other side of the dream is the end of the dream. The solemn in late autumn, branches sway walked the last sound cicada Ming, I dormant, see time in control. Early morning, like a dream, you I suddenly found that at the end of the dream pulled up a few silk rosy, then, red mind jumps out, youthful vitality but broad field. I, dormant period from the long woke up.

Like a water cool breeze suddenly blows, and wash yellow wutong, feeling the kite. If the autumn also have flowers, I think that this is in the sky. In the morning on the kite condensation, diffusion, the wind provoke the zheng line, like in the memoment, my mood with blood. Spring, crowded in at the moment.

"Such as water, but cold; the smoke of sweet and green" I walked in the life track, fate feeling make my memory than the kite thin thin belongs to a page. Western a philosopher once said: "the human race has fantasy, in the sky fly without wings." And many times, I prefer to believe a kite is a dream (or fantasy) "wings", take us to fly. Once remembered, childhood every time I see ManWu kite, the excited in the heart, always thrown roar foakley sunglasses, as if they have more with the wind. Let the heart fly, at that time this is how the simple things ah, those in the light of the stalled on the kite, the distance from us is so close! "DiaoLan jade of judah, shall be in Chester only zhuyan changed." Sigh a way is unusual at that time only, and time flies and call people from ruin. What is between you and me solidification, condensed a sad wall? The old time flying in hovering kite still deeply wear light, like a multicolored bubbles, who will know that was my most pure dream of you. Dream driving the kite, loose.he flew away, as if escape from the gravitational pull. I used to think, our growing distance between that, should be named after time!

You, my kite is that around the time, years will you dusty. But pushkin said: "the past of, will become a kind of glory." Now, again I will you open, only to find that the loss of the dream, but finally I understand that some things is lifetime also can't go back...

Light, also on the kite in of, I be quiet, that was the time around with thoughts of partition distance. Kite, write full my childhood, as it flew over the space and time distance, that is the end of a dream is also another dream start.

I, a scent of bathing in the dawn, on the horizon chasing a careless reflection of the cloud wholesale oakley sunglasses, kite fly up, carrying the world of mortals freehand brushwork in traditional Chinese painting DianRan in romance.

I, to return to the origin, Rangoon distance!