Autumn's footsteps quietly descend.
The seasons are not clear here. The old leaves will die in whose arms fall, stubbornly nestled in the alma mater dry. Maple leaves but a very punctual, slippery feet of the man, green, he dyed red.
Maple leaf red.
Strolling is pleasant maple leaf red. Stepping on the dead leaves, emitting a "sand - sand sound, the sunlight from the gap between the leaves fell, shining on the body, as a slight itch illusion, shaking red leaves in the autumn wind pushed the branches, the gentle turning of the leaf carpet from the gift of summer. The dance of the bald feet goes to the fall, gently drifting and spinning.
This ordinary woods, this splash of red, actually adds to the romantic atmosphere in the thin air. The line is deeper with a heavier breath. Publicly speaking ears overflowing with openness...
Half. "Naive and childish my eyes attracted.
Would have been two, but the 70-year-old boy. One clutched a small ice cream held in his hand the other child's face, repeating word for word, "People, half"
The adults next to him laughed, "This ......" Little boy anxious, pouting little mouth aggrieved, the teacher said, "is necessary, half best friend, can not be stingy...
His words have not yet fallen, not only the speed of the ice cream to see another boy bit one, from ear to ear, open sweet smile. The heated atmosphere spread away from them and seemed to have taken me back to a blurred and remote childhood ......
"Behold the sunset, more than the United States ... " the soft feminine voice came back to reality from the memories.
Source of the voice looked back when I saw the sweet snuggling of a young couple sitting along a wooden chair.
"What do you know? Over a thousand people, walking in front of me, I can hear your footsteps, oh. " the teenager smiled with a shallow face.
"Why? " the girl said with her lips subtly leaning on his shoulder.
"999 people walking down the road and you stepped on my heart. "
A gust of wind blows sunset red girl's face, ten fingers interlocked, and promises to act faintly.
Noticed my cheeks slightly warm.
> Looking around, I do not know when, the old few old woman sitting in a wheelchair, dull eyes. Put your hand on the handle of the wheelchair, but the 14-year-old girl. The old man tilted his head, the girl carefully captured every word told
"Grandma, remember the first poem you taught your granddaughter? Granddaughter loved it. "The girl closes our eyes and the emotions sing." Ten years between life and death, do not think about it, since unforgettable, Trinidad lonely grave, nowhere to talk about bleak, even if the reunion should not know, dusty face, sideburns from frost ...... "Trance, seems to see the old man's mouth.
Sunset gradually sinking distance, sunset more brilliant neighborhood, fiery maple trees, winning fire, maple leaves red like fire;
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The most beautiful scenery
Dreams set sail at the moment, a bright flash of light, our life, the dream of flying, such as the stars strive to glow. Sometimes the light is dull at the end just sometimes, the light is brighter.
Dreams - the most beautiful scenery in the heart.
The next game often falls in shear periods of colored silk, painted rainbows ... Always keep your eyes on the gorgeous things, always also leave behind years of life, only to weave a dream color - so we have long awaited - the most beautiful scenery in the heart.
Eyes often the green hills reflecting the rippling water, rivers and lakes of the river, making you nostalgic for the green hills of the woodland docking green bamboo you sigh? In the evening wind waving emerald green grass, not only because it is writing a living lively music. Often amazed by the vitality of the grass, I think the only grass dreams and hard work, perseverance stunned. We are often amazed by the bravery of moths, I think the same only because of the dream.
We don't have to be surprised, we don't have to sigh. We only need fire-like enthusiasm casting dreams, we only need perseverance will to complete the dream, we only need to turn around and put the heart of the most beautiful scenery pen down.
Completing the dream journey a long way to go. It may require inner courage. It may take a stroke of paint, ink, color the sum of blood and tears of sweat. "Pure, you also clean to go, do not teach the dirt and sloughs into the ditch. "Dream, pure, perfect and flawless, only the most primitive and beautiful. We can not let the dirty without their hearts, no dream of the courage to go back to see them in the semi-finals finished product, the courage to pick up the pen to continue to draw, no matter how the results.
The most beautiful scenery in the heart is not so easy to find. Just look back and see an apostrophe - "man", we want to dream it, always to enrich these two simple strokes, which is the most beautiful, our hearts.
Moments to remember: find the most beautiful scenery in the heart - look for the dream of daydreaming road.