Autumn has gone, but the icy cold winter is not inferior to autumn. The wind, blowing relentlessly, blew through the streets, blew through the countryside fields, has been non-stop, unbridled. The withered tree, also by the gale forcefully invited as a dance partner, with it together in the air dazzling dance ballet. The sky board face, a face of unhappiness, all open now, pieces of dark clouds, covering its face.
Because of some trivial and melancholy for a few days, want to go out to distraction, careless walk to the countryside, I recalled the countryside life, perhaps that feeling will be the most real, the most intimate - for me, the rural children.
That chrysanthemums a small cluster, a small cluster of open full of countryside paths, strolling in this, diffuse bursts of fragrance, the past path, but now it has become a flower valley like place. The cold winter wind blew through, could not help but shiver. It is so cool, the wind blew through the hair, blew through the cheeks, blew through the already ripe apple face, and finally returned to the paradise that belongs to it.
As far as the eye can see, there is no green into the eye. Even the last layer of the tree veil was stripped by the wind.
Time flies, like an hourglass, like a clear turbulent flow. Thinking back to all that, the past memories, that and the scene of childhood friends play, can not help but look up at the sky and laugh. Although there is no sunlight, but also smile brightly, happy. When I was a child, my actions were so naive that I didn't even think about them. At that time, the clothes are dirty, go home to be scolded; by the teacher to stay, go home to be scolded; do something wrong, or go home to be scolded. Wrong-wrong-wrong! Everything is always wrong, although every day there are scolded, but the life is at ease, I long for memories, memories of the past. I long to go back, back to the past, try to cherish everything. Childhood partners where are you, my heart is lonely, without your company, life has become boring, everything has become general flavor. "O heaven! Please let me go back to the past, one day or not, I will cherish.
Time, you go so fast! I can't keep up with you! I'm not going to be able to keep up with you, but I'm going to be able to keep up with you!
Walking in the countryside on the road, begging to find a little memory of childhood. The wind is still blowing, and it is blowing more and more vigorously. The few big trees that grew along the path were also exploited by the landlord.
The countryside road a small place, with my footprints, my laughter, my many, many happy memories.
Walking in the countryside on the road, in order to find the joy of childhood, can not help but lie down. The sky, which had just been covered by dark clouds, had been blown away by the wind, and now appeared with an azure gaze. The wind hummed a lullaby and sent me into a sweet dream ...... I'm back, I'm back to the time of my dreams, to find my childhood companions and go crazy together.
The wind ...... continues to blow ......