Le 18 janvier 2017, 05:14 dans Humeurs • 0
Time is too rapid, life Qingming, such as Wan Yan swept.
Stepping on the water time, left the life of twenty years, the breeze gently blowing, the memory is gradually growing in the past, leaving only promise to miss. I want to write a letter to you under different skies and tell you that I miss. He wrote to my short and shallow article, gave my hometown, that deep place in the south of the Yangtze River. To love for Italy, with its name.
Autumn weeping willow, Changhong, autumn leaves slowly rustled to fall, the sense of loneliness gradually fall to the upper body, but the autumn leaves ah, you know my hometown of the share of nostalgia and miss?
Perhaps it is just a flat short small house, separated by layers, I was just there, lived my favorite Suyi practice day, is an ordinary person can not be ordinary, and perhaps it is just a White paper, lead dye ink, I barely depict the gorgeous color with a seal pen, and I just hope it is a can accommodate a lot of cups, inclusive I want to hike my heart and send me miss. I miss in the bottom of my heart, after a good memory.
In a new place, the new environment, a flash on the four years which, people appreciate the scenery, it will become the eyes of others in the landscape, not the same as the spring, although there are flowers and trees, vegetation, do not have Charm, but it is different from the past, some people will prefer to indulge in the city's debauchery, busy, it is drunkard dreams. When a person lean on a railing overlooking a gentle touch in the bottom of my heart, it will slowly remember those memories, those people. The end of each week are not home people sigh, are the hope and miss the intertwined, alumni who continue to drag the suitcase to leave, the campus will only gradually deserted them. Road next to the micro-road lights are humming to miss.
How many times have I wished you could come to my dream, like the dusk of the morning, with my dawn, by the dawn, in the dim light of my vision, I can nestle in your warmth before the last glimmer of light leaves the surface. This is precisely the luxury. Hometown, ah, that carries me two years time, I can still touch the temperature of the earth. I know, when the sky is blue, I always love snuggling in the trees next to humming the childhood tune, surrounded by a group of busy people over the slide, and so, I love the nostalgia, I love the wind, Of the time hitting the horse. At night when the night came, the stars in the night sky and gently tell the story, my journey began a second rush.
I hold my pen tightly, but only full of tears, tears in my eyes dripping in my text, to remind me busy time can not forget my roots. I always believe that any love to the name of the farewell fleeting will be in my most treasured way to make me feel warm.
Late at night, in the long night sky there will always be a personal side of the end miss you, waiting for you.
I have seen in an article, memories like camphor incense, sweet and safe, like a clear happy to remember, sweet and wistful. And now I just want to shine on the stars of the sky gleaming, would like to be different under the night sky you peace and happiness, worry-free years.
Hometown is the love of lyrical, gave me all you, you are my gentle pride.