Perhaps it is related to my birth, the warmth and sweetness of the May, I always have a sense of affinity. The grass is fragrant, a leaf and a flower, in this beautiful time, even the air seems to be with a slight sweetness.
Some people say that April is the most beautiful month on earth, and I think that May is just as dear.
Life is always realistic, each of us, walking in the dusty time. Some people are comfortable, some people are uprooted, but everyone's way of life is exposed in the eyes of the light.
I always thought that light time is the most intimate partner. It never speaks, but it follows us closely. You see, it also has a temper it, continuous rain, and brilliant sunshine, who can know that this is not the sadness and joy of its mood.
Time turns like a cloud, and the heart will inexplicably stick to it. Sometimes like a falling leaf like silence, listening to the passage of time. Drowning in the mundane world without sorrow or joy. Occasionally, the blue of the sky, as if it can ignite inexplicable joy. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money and then you have to pay for the money.
They are walking around in the world and can't do anything about it, but they've got a lot to say about it. The fireworks and mundane things in the lingering heart, put a simple heart, walk through the glazed time, with the most affectionate words to write a chapter of warm characters. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for the services of the company.
Never wrote a story about light time. But it seems to always appear in my words again, as it flows around me day and night. And I, in ignoring it, forget that I am changing day by day as the light of day rolls by.
Spring and summer, the time always can provoke people's vitality. So, with this good time, like at a certain time, quietly with it. Abandon all the noise, casually flick some cool small words, one by one to fill in the lonesome thoughts.
When I wake up in the morning, I like to see the abundance of greenery, raging with the sun's fire, like the emotions roaming, igniting a gradual fire every day. The rosebuds on the roadside hang upside down in the vines, stretching out in the sunshine. A few butterflies lingered beside it for a long time.
Good times are full of romance. Like the May in my eyes, brilliant and bright. The sunny branches, in a bit of streaming light, in a trance always hope that time can stand still. When the breeze flicked the curtains, I could vaguely see the old days of long ago, turning over in my memory.
Autumn and winter time light seems to be silent and cold. Even the human mind seems pale. But the sunshine is always pleasant. When a ray of warmth through the frosty white, the crystal clear light, softly caressing the cheek, at that moment, there is actually inexplicable joy.
Like to walk in the fall, carefully counting the time passed. And every day that passes, always make me extra nostalgic. From time to time, I look back to the old days, carefully searching for the passing of the past, but found that those lonely days, in fact, I and the light of the two cherish.
The old days are always unforgettable. Those dusty days are piled up in the corners of memory. Occasionally flipping through, touching a certain sadness, will inexplicably tears, but it always makes me do not want to forget. Those old times in the past, had a different state of mind pouring. Walked through every inch of time, once with me y attached to each moment.