Human life is like four seasons scenery, colorful and single, filling and lonely. Like running in life, like no prophecy to say, always feel that time is a beautiful, one has. Like the four seasons is not only just because section four of the beauty, but also because of the complex transform my life like the four seasons. No matter how far away in the wind season, start and end are my precious memory.
The beginning of the four seasons like dream scene, familiar and unfamiliar, passionate and jerky.
The winter wind, always like to use their own cold, interpreting it attached to this season Shopping in Hong Kong. The snow all over the sky is like your mark, slowly began to accumulate every inch of land in the world. Every night, we sleep in a dream, always quietly waiting for us. Until the dawn of the season, out of the door of the moment, the sky is always very clear, this season really want to run in the snow, when tired, you can lie in the snow, with snow still wet my heart. The eyelashes snow redundant, mouth breath, want to blow it out of the, blink, soon in the eyes of melt, cool feeling, as if my eyes lit up in the twinkling of an eye 寰宇家庭 . Sunny days the wind is very small, very difficult to feel, but the wind is to stick to the agreement. When the night comes, walking is a little confused, although this road is very familiar with, but the familiar things always have a strange moment. Walked tired, blowing powder. Like with a cold wind cold, but always in the most beautiful, choose a farewell, began a strange.
The changes of the seasons, like the busy life, simple and true.
The arrival of spring, always secretive. Most of the time, we are also immersed in the cold wind in secret. But suddenly one day, his heart seemed to have the vigor. So, I began to use my eyes to find the hearts of the life. Pass when the country road, I haven't had time to bow, see saw the crowds, have already started in the field in the busy, not far from the bud blink very dazzling, I looked at it and smiled. I know this is my heart's season. Take a half day road, many feel a bit not meet. Patted on the soil, ready to turn around and go home. In the eyes of the wind, as promised, as if a little more strange . I was standing in the small road, watching the scenery in front of began to blur, I know this season is really coming. Remember in my dream, I once again forgotten story of this season, but in every night a few years later, I still think of this season the most true to yourself in a dream. Such is life, we come to, can be presumptuous, also can waste.
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