A rainy night alone

Time such as plain, that a light language Enron. Like the plain Jane of time, like the quiet and Enron of the light guard. The wind gently shallow dances warm fragrance, flowers quietly out of the season of romance, beautiful bloom, stretch the sunshine of the heart. Sit quietly and quietly

Summer before the eyebrow, a hint of joy, filled with the fragrance of the corner of the season; Gentle Ann warm, let a person want to pillow time sound sleep.

Time is like water, always safe. A kind of elegant flower, planted in the corridor of time, opens a window of complex Fengyue, Qingyuan full of a pregnant time, out of the way pleasing to the eye lightness. Will be a meter of sunshine, sprinkled in every happy morning; Will be a warm, covered with every intoxicating evening dull days have dull beautiful. In the world of mortals, only talk about things like, do not read your sorrow, put down the sorrow, according to the time of the original simple static walk, give the heart a clear bottom of purity. With the ultimate beauty of plain simplicity. For a secluded pastoral ordinary heart, create a flat piece. Bustling this dream, wake up, look at the world around, everything is as it was, quiet.

Go out, the sun is good, the flowers are open, a cluster of bright, light singing, a fresh wind, a few petals falling on the body, lightly flick, dye a hand of poetic incense warm. Don't linger at the crossroads of the season, should choose to move forward without hesitation because no one can have the right to stop you to continue to move forward. Can give a heart to others, but don't be left or right by others' souls. Because you have your world and your own life. Quiet night, bringing a month, dressed in a gentle brightness, slowly. Light breeze, the fragrance of late flowers straight to the nose. A few petals silently float down, like falling in the heart. A light cloud, swirling around a piece of silence, immersed in the beauty of the soul from the depths of silence.

Therefore, borrow the bright moon for paper, take the breeze for ink, will be years of Fengyue, dyed a paper soft warm intoxicating ink. When a person, there will always be quiet quicksand, leaving a few light desolations with the wind. Time as old, gather a cage of years of fireworks, add a new wood of time, from the years of memory, grab some astringent scene, boiling words born warm. The fragrance THAT SURPLUS a TIME is moist, BLEND IN the stream of classics year, the pure of entrance life, the tranquil of fine product time. After tasting the bitterness and bitterness of life, we understand that for life, all we need is a cup of boiled water. In the tumultuous world, keeping a quiet heart, and persistent a simple soul is the most abundant color of life. I like to listen to the rain through the window on rainy days.

A person's rainy night, because of loneliness and gentle. Light with joy. In the rain curtain, hazy clouds were a path of flowers; Eyes wet a landscape of the past. Nianjie a plain time, will gently worry in the continuous rain, listen to the fresh rain, and euphemistically tell their own beautiful story. Do not disturb a flower, just quietly watching the sweet and fragrant, is the best love. Quiet keep a heart garden of the soul, light hold light beauty, and peace with the world of mortals, light language time of Ann warm. Only willing to be a silent traveler in the world of mortals.

When the hands of the years, accidentally touched your heart soft, only hope you remember I have come. Gently hold the heart of a tree flower open, lingering fragrance of life collection. This to years, not time, they're well. Years of abundance, give us a lot of never had joy. Remove unnecessary burdens a light, to go further. With a bosom indifferent mood, silently happy, gently have, the road of life, to go longer. Perhaps after experiencing a desolate, just think of once having a bright and green cage.

So, leave years of seed, plant a shallow read, not for the next year's harvest, only for the future years no longer barren. Every season has flowers, a profusion of the brilliant four seasons: every season has flowers, rich in the cycle of the season. In the world, no flower can last, but the moment deep into the soul, but can be eternal. The stream of life, only stick to more than the source, can endure: only clear and pure can have permanent sweetness: only deep feeling persistent can have constant

The ancient is long. Don't care about other people, you have your own life; Don't please others, you have your dignity. To do what you want to do, while the sun is right, while the time is not old.