Those lush days

At that time, or dreaming okley sunglass goldblue xd 4013 of age, was longing for the memory of the misty rain under the ancient southern darkness, like the watch the pond weeping willows, cool breeze, the influence of an extremely fine needle bearing and that leaves here. Taihen the quartzite layers of overlapping traces of history, and then spread from the fingers of the open, into my heart, invade the dust. Like the feeling of the wind slightly blowing, light can melt all the grief. When you're lonely you can see the rise of big sky, white clouds like cotton candy, gently, so take away all the mind.

Left the classroom with two windows. Out the window, is already flourishing in the mango tree, hung a white lamp on the ceiling, remnants of yesterday evening on the blackboard math problem solution information.

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Summer sky like so long ago raised the chalk board, and the sun hand, eat only a little. There are two golden dynasty scattered beam on the floor in the classroom on my white shoes, and your blue dress.

Tree outside the window, staying is not a song of the cicadas? You pass under the tree suddenly remembered a green leaf that falls on your shoulders curtain scene. When the leaves are still waiting for the bus, wanted to pass get you down, but the wind was lighter than my fingers. Off distance bus, that leaves, falling on the car window.

Afternoon, the tree turned the last page of history, notes spread out on the table, the blue pen to draw clues from the ancient date. Corridor, a group of people frolicking, you walk through the crowd, marching at a brisk pace, slightly raised mouth smile, that moment turned suddenly wanted to tell you, in fact, the stairs in the corner to meet you yesterday, also written in my eyes as long mysterious clues.

Quiet little town, the sky tiffanyco925 sterling silver cufflinks between the leaves, is into a piece of clouds, no birds fly, no wings to cut through the quiet piece of soft white. Printed beach after sunset sunset afterglow light, you step barefoot on the beach, the horizon at the end of a deep blue and your shallow mind. You turned to look at me, eyes bright and desolate, moon shadow us for a good long pull, and so we filled each other's thoughts in the gorgeous moonlight, drifting away.

Lights in the city, like a crystal clear crystal candy, so I have some lonely melancholy. I think you do not know, your back and my eyes how White Moonlight fingers, secretly printed in your home outside the hospital entrance, and that the short wall covered with ivy.

Now recall that city, built in the campus the story is still clear as yesterday. Further and further away those years of youth, you clean, bright smile and your sorrow, into the depths of my heart the most scenic, and occasionally through, but also happen to think of.