At the beginning of the month, doing nothing. I went to his sister's house -- a beautiful and quiet small village. Where the air is so fresh and charming, where the accent is so kind and warm, where the poultry is also so cheerful cute, let us be overcome by one's feelings long residence in the town of deeply in love with this fairyland.
Remember the night, my sister and me out of the house, the casual look, let me see the stars. It stars as in my head, just reach out to touch their psychic stars. Standing in the autumn night long I, can't help be this deep and brilliant stars shock. The autumn wind blowing gently, sometimes came the farmhouse small courtyard barking, can also be heard in the darkness, well into sleep, but due to congestion and verbal sound birds. I stood quietly in the sister's garden, listening to the murmur of the wind, smile poultry whisper, and the blue-black mountains make the most clear, the most direct dialogue between hearts.
Farm life is simple, and it is also the most hard. A day midday, sister took us several go climbing. All the way from time to time to see still in the field under the scorching sun crafts people, the golden autumn landscape in our turn a col panoramic view. Roadside trees tall and straight, guarding the clean sand avenue. On both sides of the road, is the stretch through the far field. Corn has been down in the fields such as weather, only slightly better, farmers must take them back home. Not far from the flaming red one palm and the back of the hand, is mentioned in the text -- red sorghum. They are playful, field edge pull a spike sorghum, hanging around the ears, let me to photograph. O ( O ~, and _ ), we believe, not to destroy yo. The reason for this is to tell the two naughty boy say yo.
Like the small village of quiet and pure love, where natural groundwater, like there to entertain the pastoral life, also like sister then warm Kang, lying on the Kang, stretch tired muscles, the love feeling, but the other did not.
A few days later left that day, I looked out of the window in the morning mountains, green trees, the heart has a little reluctant. ( * V *) well, goodbye, once the dream mountain; goodbye, my dream tree. Given the chance, I will come again. The simple happiness, I will go.
In October, the autumn season, is also a sad autumn season. To me, do not want too much rendering memories of the shadow, but the scene on the hometown scenery was again came into my sight, also fell into my heart, for a long time refused to leave. Is before my several years of hometown feeling, also in this season, quietly out of the memory of water.
Home of the five pieces of maple, are you okay? Thought I did not have twelve years to go back to see you, you also remember me this from home? Come twelve this years, rush about in the town I, never forget you, just do not dare to take your pick up from memory. I am afraid, afraid of perceptual I in the dark again sad, so sad over the years, never away from me. Not that I do not thank your blessings, not your family is not good for me, but in his heart of hearts that inexplicable sorrow, always inadvertently moment to visit me. I know, this life I have loved my splendor, with intimate partners and two Li, there are blood sisters, more naughty but also understanding of the palm and the back of the hand, with which I am happy, happy. So, sometimes sentimental, sometimes low mood, is when I give myself a little vacation. As long as it doesn't affect my love heart, please allow me occasionally sad time, okay?
Is my dream of the Shangri-La ah, you leave me be close by., but also like far in the horizon. Miss you, every year in the fall, I can have feelings. Dream of you, also is the annual autumn night, I can't smile look scenery. Homeland hometown Pavilion, five maple, hometown of sand road, home school, country houses, are you ok? I really miss you, I miss you! You never thought I this from home?
Remember the night, my sister and me out of the house, the casual look, let me see the stars. It stars as in my head, just reach out to touch their psychic stars. Standing in the autumn night long I, can't help be this deep and brilliant stars shock. The autumn wind blowing gently, sometimes came the farmhouse small courtyard barking, can also be heard in the darkness, well into sleep, but due to congestion and verbal sound birds. I stood quietly in the sister's garden, listening to the murmur of the wind, smile poultry whisper, and the blue-black mountains make the most clear, the most direct dialogue between hearts.
Farm life is simple, and it is also the most hard. A day midday, sister took us several go climbing. All the way from time to time to see still in the field under the scorching sun crafts people, the golden autumn landscape in our turn a col panoramic view. Roadside trees tall and straight, guarding the clean sand avenue. On both sides of the road, is the stretch through the far field. Corn has been down in the fields such as weather, only slightly better, farmers must take them back home. Not far from the flaming red one palm and the back of the hand, is mentioned in the text -- red sorghum. They are playful, field edge pull a spike sorghum, hanging around the ears, let me to photograph. O ( O ~, and _ ), we believe, not to destroy yo. The reason for this is to tell the two naughty boy say yo.
Like the small village of quiet and pure love, where natural groundwater, like there to entertain the pastoral life, also like sister then warm Kang, lying on the Kang, stretch tired muscles, the love feeling, but the other did not.
A few days later left that day, I looked out of the window in the morning mountains, green trees, the heart has a little reluctant. ( * V *) well, goodbye, once the dream mountain; goodbye, my dream tree. Given the chance, I will come again. The simple happiness, I will go.
In October, the autumn season, is also a sad autumn season. To me, do not want too much rendering memories of the shadow, but the scene on the hometown scenery was again came into my sight, also fell into my heart, for a long time refused to leave. Is before my several years of hometown feeling, also in this season, quietly out of the memory of water.
Home of the five pieces of maple, are you okay? Thought I did not have twelve years to go back to see you, you also remember me this from home? Come twelve this years, rush about in the town I, never forget you, just do not dare to take your pick up from memory. I am afraid, afraid of perceptual I in the dark again sad, so sad over the years, never away from me. Not that I do not thank your blessings, not your family is not good for me, but in his heart of hearts that inexplicable sorrow, always inadvertently moment to visit me. I know, this life I have loved my splendor, with intimate partners and two Li, there are blood sisters, more naughty but also understanding of the palm and the back of the hand, with which I am happy, happy. So, sometimes sentimental, sometimes low mood, is when I give myself a little vacation. As long as it doesn't affect my love heart, please allow me occasionally sad time, okay?
Is my dream of the Shangri-La ah, you leave me be close by., but also like far in the horizon. Miss you, every year in the fall, I can have feelings. Dream of you, also is the annual autumn night, I can't smile look scenery. Homeland hometown Pavilion, five maple, hometown of sand road, home school, country houses, are you ok? I really miss you, I miss you! You never thought I this from home?
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