Life is a continuation of numerous bright May. Looking back the way they once walked, only to find that the same blue sky and green trees, changing only the person's state of mind. Into middle age, living trivial deceived to think we have sensitive soul, a steel and concrete is separated into a matchbox, and trapped with others close to our thinking.
We have been shelved, not clear up the sky above is blue, or yellow, and forget the rise of the full moon to see stars, but do not care about tonight is round or curved month; can not take place under the gas, feel the fortunes of flowers and trees rise and fall, ignoring the song of the birds singing ... ... the clearest clear bright and clean like today's state of mind, deja vu in a dream ... ... louis vuitton 3 key watch case
May's home, nestled in the trees under the bright and handsome. Tall and slender, like aspen, like sentinels, patchwork roadside stand in large, ridge side, heads held high, proud and branches and the sky. Crooked willow and sand jujube, rely on the hospital wall, just higher than the roof, overlooking the village people and animals, see them live comfortably in their easy life. Apricot bent arm stretched out, proudly showing the green fruit, like a bird call bird in the lead. Flat fields outside the village Oily wheat seedling children lush, clear everyone's heart.
Stretch before the winding village road not far from the school. Said road, in fact, it's uneven bar is a ridge, all the way to vigorous grass, wildflowers bloom. Every morning, facing the sun, to crush a dream to campus to clear dew. In the evening, the village green trees in front, accompanied by the warm sun all the way to the distant blue mountains deep brown gaze, sailed the breeze caressing the cheeks, the girl's heart like a mirror-like translucent. louis vuitton monogram canvas batignolles horizontal
May warm and transparent, each line dripping with love grass, every flower dreams of love. I was in this bright May, met the honest and generous man, with me in my native poplar, and built up a wonderful warm little nest. Nest has a warm bright windows, open the way to happiness channel. Every day, I like to sit by the window reading writing painting or beautiful scenery looked out the window. Every night, I will feel at ease listening to his smooth snoring, or listen to the children dream of singing. Pots and pans even take Sonata, I always revel in the happiness of each May.
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