Seasonal rhyme YuanChu Chen
Free flowers blooming in the Park, Huth Cirrusclouds in the sky-Shu, the heart seems to have a hazy moved, perhaps feeling ofage, the young do not belong to us, through the rainy season every year, age ofthe sky leaving our innocence. I now have crossed the divide of the time, nolonger laugh, cry. Opens the door to welcome visiting friend, Xu closed refuset meet visitors or guests without wind. Home way, constantly changing. Unableto stage a comeback, reversing is ever-lasting fame, vent only confidante. Andthe wind on the River, and willow says I love you. Lover of the day, memoriesof the dust. Share reading historical stories, Phoenix-like seriously. A pairof Mandarin ducks a confidante. Letters such as springs, make up into laughter.Facing each other, it is not easy, romantic music of the city, surrounded byflowers. Out of loneliness, but the rain was cold, wet fly flies in Tsing Yi.How the cold wind, blowing eyebrow curved. Vagabond heart, knowing Moon flower.Empty restaurant, empty eyes, copper furnace. At this juncture, suddenlyremembered the great speech, at the moment is well known, blinking in the dark,always makes me warm. In my view, what kind of life experience, even a lot ofpeople to build the unusual chords of the Earth life. Listen to Mowgli'schildren's fantasy, a child who will never grow up, but life is not allowed,but the total running time. Small, thin, night lights, plantain. You never knowwho can see, rather than sympathy. Love is not a small bridge. Bridge of smallpurple lips, lips, you read every word eyebrow, love waves transfer, and thenbends, to the green of a filament of silk leaves, and the Eagle, make peace ofmind. Living world, just to up your face. The sensory pleasures in the human world,to look at all ways, breaking the soaring aspirations of mask, a rain ofchildhood dreams, heart is old, looked naive eyes, time, you can leave.Research on you, good bye life. Life is not always happy, never, pleasure andpain is the interaction, channels, such as through different sides of treesthrough change. Virtual-high signs hanging not tired, just remember, JiangNanyu Tong. Watch the sunset at dusk, embellishment, tilt of the lonely Northattic. Bomian's melancholy, local activities, and green tile bungalows.Gradually grew up, began to adult status, often appear to be mature to see theworld, seemed to bother the simple life, as well as ideas and ideals, came upwith a storm. Lost in the pictures of lotus flowers in solitary Pavilion,Pavilion, I hope. Mai Chi Jiao, who opened flower, plain clothes red onions,red ink lotus leaf, who dyed hair, coated with red booths shangheqing.Different tears, pharynx and silent, my only regret is the past. Picture ofgrief, and many difficult language. Depth of thought, downstairs. Rivers turnto fold a boat like a leaf, it appears it may hide. After the memory,compassion. Ancient and modern secular, who did not linger. Sudden sounds,sound traveling thousands of miles, hammer Ding mountain since ancient times,still in the bizarre world, there are thousands of heavy load. Today, fieldswalked out, wind, cloud, rain and moisture, and then more cold. White Dew,fading away, dispersed by the wind to smoke. At his side, still loitering,clean the Earth. Shortage of broken road, blowing clouds are a far cry, do notopen. More snow in the North, cold white ash, heart and character recognition.Residual rain, dreams, smoke Liu. For decades, continuous rain, windy. On theroad of life, I would like to run, chasing the dream of a rainbow. Lonely, likememories, who moved by wind and rain, like tasting those ups and downs road.Suddenly looking back all the way, a chance meeting, why do people only canappreciate their own life journey landscape? Why has undergone so many worlds,but very few real friends? Why look through traces are gone? Luxury style asYang. Regal, Star, more money.