Light love

One day, night and the mundane world to chat, she asked me to want to go home.
I said, like ah. Train schedule online to see a few that are thousands of kilometers, the number of stations. In fact, far from home that is also not far, all the way back, some way of scenery, and I have been unable to make the trip delay.
Home is always a desire that can not be said, can not want the place back and forth.

Learn to play the flute in the year, I repeatedly playing it for the treasure if the cold and the Little Tigers. Dead of night, the flute sobs, see Epiphyllum bloom slowly, lightly bathed in moon Kiyoteru pre-order. Also there are so many small children, mind and feelings, as time goes by, gradually disappeared also buried.

In a distant time long, long time often that their indifferent start to many staff. Can each see the familiar landscape, or will feel excited.
That day to see Shu Yu Huan Huaxi shot in Chengdu, suddenly taught me great memories. That summer, I and friends in the Huan Huaxi side of the tea drink tea and chat, a comfortable chair, green Yu lush trees blocking the view of the sun scorching.

Last summer, the one walking in Phoenix.
Fan Fan sings a person may travel more interesting, but perhaps scenery is so beautiful, so I always think of you. So boundless landscape, always need someone to enjoy together.
Phoenix to see someone beat the spring, river, such as ink, micro-swing boat, river Yang Liu Yiyi, cherry snow, Diaojiao there seems to be shadows, looking like the photo, can also feel good share of tranquility.

Ring in April sent some pictures. Maoshan foot shot that spring, Huang Cancan of rape and peach, quiet river.
She remembers very grateful as I love the scenery.
Although this year to 2233 photographed at home in the rape, but also a personal Zhuxiandong opened just take a lot of peach blossoms bloom once every day looking at the Kapok.
May still feel they missed a bloom. Looked up and kapok are all thanks.
Even had dropped on the floor of the Fallen flowers, but also not the slightest color of withering. Only those light green and tender branches of dense, floating gently in the wind.
Forget which day of the night, walking on the sidewalk, through the tall kapok tree branches, saw a dim moon. Vision is sometimes the night is so quiet, people also followed a quiet heart.

Often think it goes a long moment. Sometimes, however, a few months time, it felt a lifetime long.
Today has been a long time the siren sounded not a long time I did not fiddle with the strings, but also a long time, no practice calligraphy. My father said that, I know everything, they are half-baked. There are too many love hearts, but were tasted. I also want to, no matter regardless of the love, but only a wishful thinking, the heart has much intertwined, meandering, always blind.