A small town near the Yellow Sea

Clear resentment and sigh left empty, mediocre blooming. When the ink wash juvenile white, live up to the years

Always find something for yourself, to graffiti for the soul. When the child snoring is fragrant, cricket rhythm in the night, I will follow the trajectory of the text to find the way home nuskin hk

I want to go to the lotus leaves to listen to flowers, Qin fragrance, cool sleep. I would like to hide in the crystal clear out of the shower in the heart of the shower, moisten the years, the road to make life long. I would like to turn into a cloud, leaning against the wind and line, light look at all living beings .

I am not a metamorphosis of the wizard, not thousands of changes, only lingering rain like melancholy, deep or shallow, or thick or light!

I am not a faint woman, emotional ups and downs. Sometimes blue skies, sometimes pouring rain. Do not rain on the rainy day, and my mind will pull out ripples, a long time can not be calm. Do not tell me the weather is very good, green leaves are green, summer flowers are thick, but I alone on the railing, sad and who should say .

Some people come to live in the rainy season, the endless resentment of anger, write endless love and hatred. Spring, farther and farther, fewer and fewer people. The world gradually barren, the rest of the only flower rain beat down, autumn sweep leaves.

In the rain after the night, fresh air awake worry about people, to write that unfinished dream. Draw your mind, think of the number of liver and intestines cut tears wet pillow long night. Think of the ignorant lush years. So shy, so graceful and affectionate, hundred thousand turn back. Time buried the dream of the spring flower moon, gradually blurred. Fragmented images such as mottled light and shadow, no longer can not remember the memory of the beads

Past farther and farther, the future is getting shorter and shorter. Try and say goodbye to youth! Let the heart of the monologue dizzy a circle of ink fragrance. So that those in full swing lonely grievances into fireworks, gorgeous this summer!

Dream is not central, carefully added. The road is over, I will go far!