Several rolls of Meiyu, lotus wind, Jiangnan water is blurred. The yard wet moss grown in pure rain. This season, many people are asking about the news of the lotus, and jasmine in the mysterious fragrance floating at dusk. I do not know how many people will remember a woman, you've traveled the world in April day, with lotus open summer Xiangruyimo agreed. A person, a book, a cup of tea, a dream. Sometimes, loneliness is so enchanting, and only at such times, the world would seem so unperturbed. The cool breeze blowing leaves, the misty rain let the dust laden in the book words and stories filled with moist air. The quiet window, looking at the bluestone Lane corner, a long umbrella, cover the low eaves of time. The time that Wei Liang, a distant past is spring water immersion, the autumn wind blowing, already washed clean, pure. Think through life in a hurry and tasted all kinds of fireworks, the earth, should take years to bring us the vicissitudes of life. Be clear when it is safe and sound, vegetation and rocks unharmed. Only once a The End of Life city in the rain, thin and thin. The plum tea, or the taste of that year; and we wait for the people, will not come back.
K宁
