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like a babbling brook flowing through the horizontal resistance of the layers of rock from the surging waves. Along the long memory of infected dust, I saw with their own through a lengthy quiet alley to find a lilac Choujie the sad, sighing sat sparkling West Lake View couple pairs of Song of strong waves Sailing , delighted with stand the cold desolation of Qinghai Lake still hear the wind whispering through the voice of my soul. I also remembered that their youth had moved the woman to give me unlimited, but also those in the decadent days of the years abandoned a sense of loss, of course, I lost in … … forgot who said it, this is a youth difficult and beautiful process of breaking the cocoon. I pondered for many days, and finally its solution, passionate, bright, lush, fatalistic only once had a precious and dull color of the residues in the wisp evening. Do not remember that year and now a similar rainy night, had insomnia in a withering voice. Like raindrops from the initial “pop” sound, then after another to the “flap” sound, as startling as the strings break. Really quiet that night, ah, so still like to listen to their own beat coastal tidal breathing. The heart are the voice of the flowers hanging in the boundless panic, was surprised to listen to a Ze. Vertical  Air jordan 1 day wake up, petals Rose Yan quiet and tranquil scattered over the desktop, how people would not think of those thrilling experience last night. Watch petals stretch here and there, there is a refined desolate, people endless pain heart since then, they gave up the habit at home, Growing Flowers. 
I think I should be grateful for Flower and the night. Let me at the time it’s palm print in silence and calm down, Harmony for years inside a trace of fragrance, to study the past, the joy and happiness … … used to love to lead a light and violet, pale brow of the shallow Europe I always shy and quiet reverie. So, we imagined with a clove-like Choujie woman’s aesthetic encounter, imagine opening the season at Wisteria to go to a love feast, imagine the fragrance of lavender in indulging in the taste of love, do not imagine the ecstasy of the petals on each other’s name seal, then life must have gone hand in hand trip journey. But the fanaticism of the heart are the cries of helpless sigh retreat, everything is on a fingertip only dreams. 
Is still the way to when to say no distinct Shique depending on to add dash of Worries. Out the window, rain Xu Fei, I do not know beneath the bitter of Yuer whether dropping the Serious Matters harvested bright happy or sad and desolate? Perhaps the rain is in the poet’s pen romantic Chapters! In the eyes of a lover is the aesthetic of love! The moment the rain in my eyes is just flowing past the fingertips of a paper on chaos thread. Trance, a gap pale poetic line, an unintentional residual tie down the word, they choked the words are not the flavor of the mood. 
Looking back, watching mirror the human face, years of vicissitudes as window condensation of water marks on the winds, had I lost the childhood of solitary mining. Youth Fanghua no longer, but slowly to the this spring, wetting the one I carry your frame warm, warm, gentle memories. I had been anxious to move forward, eager to see the new did not experience the beautiful scenery, but never thought that a passing landscape, if only frozen, I have missed many precious they have. 
April rain, like a ray of involved memory line, to set off the hearts of the past into a tidal surge in the memory of the ups and downs, the old feelings are also stored in a hidden corner. So keep quiet moments, is also the case of the floating world. 
In April, the rain tonight, I just want to stay with it quiet well. Because only in this lonely stretch of ticks, I can stroking dust you enjoy the notion, and past time to go to a date not old, graceful  Air jordan 1 retro in the memory into song! 
Tonight’s rain, by me, and keep you quiet good … …