Month cool water at night

Quiet months, DuZhuo a glass of wine, of which the feeling perhaps sad, perhaps is lonely, perhaps is helpless, in short, the mood is varied, and free thoughts, it walking, running, flying, tired, leaning on the promenade to sleep, dreams, aroma and bouquet intoxicate. I do not know when, a month with a ship in the night, she sang the song of cool and refreshing, broke the silence of the night, and woke up the sleeping thoughts, slightly drunk, mind opened his eyes, hazy sleep eyes, didn't see the vast black, see only on both sides of the green hill, green water, a small boat. It faintly see a woman, a white, plain gauze covering his face, standing in the bow, such scenes like dream, like a real, women's mournful 母乳餵哺 song echoes between cross-strait, surprised the thoughts and feelings, it was perched precariously hiding in the petals, in the end, the mind broken, in the moment of landing, it heard a voice, but it is can't distinguish the voice of a flower, or his own voice. Month cool water at night, not only was cold in the night, memories are cool, but it happened that on a night like this, maybe in the night, from paper jumped out of the mind is her inner most thoughts and feelings! Walk in the time of the alley, no matter how hard, we will meet don't like clove umbrellas fraught girl, may run into a shade misty rain, will be wet umbrella, no umbrella, get wet clothes, but also can get wet mood, hiding a rain, stand under the eaves, can vaguely see the soul in the lane that could run through the rain　Travel deals. Spring and the autumn passed; the time of different scenery, different mood, in the spring, green, new yan peck mud -, everything is new, the mood also is spring, full of vitality, autumn, cold day, swan goose under the setting sun, leaves like each folding wing plate, hovering between deadwood, how to beat 牛奶敏感 their wings, also not fly, with a bleak autumn wind, unable to fall on the ground, this season is desolate, the four seasons samsara in season, our mood is a fine line between or happy or sad, hold a rush of the day, can't stop love season, more about not happy when sad mood. Standing at the time of the ferry, we don't know where is the rainbow nation, unfamiliar faces, who is in who is the traveler, we all can't tell, perhaps in will also be a traveler. The wind, the thought of floating cloud will let us recall the past, let gliding past heavy in my heart, but it turns out that is the wind, fluttered in the wind, the wind chill, arouse a pile of worries, into the clouds, with clouds float to the distance, as far as we can no longer go to look for. Seasonal change, and time will slip, can be the same after all is the mood, like sadness, will be more like sad, in one night, drink a cup of tea can warm, sprinkle with more thoughts is also a hint of sadness, time is gone, the wind, people away, who is at the ferry to salvage the regression of pieces of memories, planted next season. Moonlight through a window screen is aspersed into my window, although cool, but it is also very beautiful, with the faint moonlight, a few thoughts slowly drifted out, in front of my eyes amplifier amplification, and finally become a painting, painting, a piece of Lin, bleak autumn wind, blowing leaves, the distance, a shadow of his back to me, and, in the residual, Lin thoughts seem instantaneous quiet, perhaps like this season, like such of sorrow. Pick up the ground residual leaves quietly, count the years of growth rings, the color of the static see akiha years, sure enough, the leaves is vicissitudes of life, yellow, wrinkled. Dry leaves, quietly lying in my palm, so quiet, so cool, like the leaves, seems to be doing a dream, don't want to disturb her peace, also not break its dreams, so, not broken. Back, looking for the back to my back, but found that already see, appear so silent, walking is so silent? Suddenly, a burst of autumnal winds blowing, blowing my hair, palm leaf residue of she the body, I very carefully holding hands, blocking the autumn wind, for it at this time, the forest someone in poetry.