Walking under the pear tree, wen xiang, flowers, want to man. Under the blue sky, pear flower in full bloom. Column one individual plant snow "melancholy east, look a few clear our life!!!!!!!" In the season, a ChunYan, busy a year , was over. Life can have how many the most beautiful season in this? The thunder rumbled through the window, the rain also hit hard this world can contact by it. Where thousands of miles apart, my heart is like the rain, from the cloud floating a little bit of rain drops condensed particles , eagerly pouncing on the earth. Amorphous to mind, as if returned to the stranger's hometown, the place that grows back to my childhood. Strewn at random have the green flag in the ground of the humpback, sleeping for thousands of years. Steps are not old legend; Great time along with the ground be polished up. Weathering of the temple, there have been a shaky. The sun , in the faint smile, can still can recall the years vicissitudes of life. The winter afternoon, aren't small bridge flowing water, hay, and eyes can touch it never deserted the mood for love. See the villagers contented, heard the . Nasty looking, is my dream for so many years. Street built by dike. Toward the south, the north not long street, as if visitors beckoned me this homeworld. Green flag paved street bow to the body, not bending by years, but it - to bow.
