Sunshine like a tireless traveler running in the snow

Birds in the sunlight, abnormal excitement. Like the singer just came, some shy, timid and does not open. Soon, their enjoyment of singing in the Sun, Yayoi Yukino on the fly, along with the spring breeze, and wake up the sleeping Earth. The warm sun, frightened the cold winter, spring to them added confidence. Listen, birds sing, what wanzhuanyouyang, what a wonderful.

Sunshine like a tireless traveler, running in the snow into northern Xinjiang. Winter hit it, in retreat, Li is no place to hide. Spring as a belated children, under the care of the Sun, gradually growing up.Look, turn green in winter wheat under snow, germination of spring green, warm the Earth, she hopes, into longing for spring. Snow in painful adhered to, will slowly turn into water. Believe will eventually be in the Sun in spring, green dye in northern Xinjiang.

Sun calls for spring, planted in spring in northern Xinjiang, in such warm snow, kind's body in the Woods, kind of in a small lake of pure heart, kind of bird song. In the warm spring sunshine, thriving as a grain seedling. The Sun gently with a warm hand, drive away the winter cold, grew up together with the spring. Time to thaw, when the spring, sunny warm call, finally the warm spring in northern Xinjiang.

Trees bathed in the sunshine like old man wakes up

Sunshine happy and harmonious, with a warm hand, touch the Earth in northern Xinjiang. Snow blink with sparkling eyes, the breeze in the Sun, in plain sigh, like a beautiful young woman, quietly bemoaned his sad memories, so pity. Snow has lost its past poor, propped up on your own broken heart, to decline ring the death knell of the long winter.

Trees bathed in the sunshine, like old man wakes up, slowly activities limb, ready to greet the spring dance. Green tree body of good wine in the Sun under the guidance of, began to flow. Green shoots such as soft arm, green wind of spring dance, in the field and say goodbye to winter.

Small lake was still frozen, sun light, seeking the secrets of the small lake. Polished by Sun and crystal-clear lake ice, smaller lakes such as the yearning for love woman, quietly opened the hearts surface calm after all of the Lake, so feeling of love in the heart the main flow, not long before her languishing eyes, to impress sunny, spring tells the story.

Trees bathed in the sunlight like old man waking up

Sunshine happy and harmonious, with a warm hand, touch the Earth in northern Xinjiang. Snow blink with sparkling eyes, the breeze in the Sun, in plain sigh, like a beautiful young woman, quietly bemoaned his sad memories, so pity. Snow has lost its past poor, propped up on your own broken heart, to decline ring the death knell of the long winter.

Trees bathed in the sunlight, like old man waking up, slowly wiggle limbs, prepare to meet at the spring dance. Green tree body of good wine in the Sun under the guidance of, began to flow. Green shoots such as soft arm, green wind of spring dance, in the field and say goodbye to winter.

Small lake was still frozen, sun light, seeking the secrets of the small lake. Polished by Sun and crystal-clear lake ice, smaller lakes such as the yearning for love woman, quietly opened the hearts surface calm after all of the Lake, so feeling of love in the heart the main flow, not long before her languishing eyes, to impress sunny, spring tells the story.

The sky is blue I was a tenderness in the blue

Afternoon of Sun has spring of warm, spent not open, is in heart imagine with a tree and a tree of Red Yan green, with smile of attitude listen with wind of whisper, fresh of breath in, those thin broken broken of affair also with of full up, in sometimes warm sometimes micro-cold of this February days, began hopes March in real of spring, just, this a field of spent open was willing to and I together waiting for did?

The sky is blue, I was a tenderness in the blue, looking for Red peach blossoms and green willows, Yingko yan, and blooming flowers, there is a pool of spring water, light green. If it's love, followed by laughter and you look at the flowers in full bloom love spring! However, Sun and moon to be replaced, a lot of people with you, close, last and alienation.

Those gorgeous encounter, those warm words, read the thoughts of those wanted to eventually just became a blur in the world mark

It is always so naive as to expect the dawn came

It is not alone, because the petals on a tree has a lot, but not the same, only the lonely similar. Perhaps he had asked Heaven, why thousands of tablets, tens of thousands of tablets of petal petals that did not give me the same? Perhaps, it would like to have one day left the tree, whether it is the Thunder-and-lightning: petals?Perhaps it does not know when the petals left the pistil, when you leave the stems of the leaves, life has begun to decline the VPN.

It is always so naive as to expect the dawn came, so that night it slept sink is heavy.

Smile together it is always so fun to follow the Earth, mother accepts with the wind and rain, so it will laugh, laugh of the day every day.

It's always so fun to chat with the other petals, number the stars, listening to stories, so it's not lonely, similar but has a lot of friends.

Crafts in the setting sun a river figures of three points

Crafts in the setting sun, a river, figures of three points, Egret four capsules, are quietly into the wide world. This is more than a piece of Chinese ink painting, it's more like a fresh and natural landscape and pastoral poetry.

Maybe people like the bizarre stuff, so they got in front of the landscape seemed to turn a blind eye. Because I always have can be quiet and elegant of river. Very fine River poems of egrets as background, so it was somewhat indifferent, a simple, three-vacant, very elegant.

I can't help but wonder: did it is Tang? Why so bright? It is a song do? Why so subtle? It is a short lyric, please?Why so elegant?

Small gifts, heaven and earth so loved, what can I request?

Association disputes continue thinking brain

In an ocean of literature, wherever you are is a well-known scholar, is also new writers, we are constantly learning and learn from the knowledge of nutrition, not demanding, others echoed and appreciated. Scholars will be higher and narrower thought like that, more and more narrow.

Shan Lu Qin as a path, we study hard as a boat, as did the author does not know the reason?

Learn from each other, the Director, everyone has his own way of thinking, there's freedom of speech for everyone, free society, need to speak their minds, but in what we think on the pure land literature, these so-called scholars, ask yourself, what did?

Where there are writers, Association disputes continue, thinking brain, would have about their feelings, when the disputes and misunderstandings often occur over and over again, what did we learn?

I know that you still remember the oblique willow

I know that you still remember the oblique willow in the rain that hit the Green shirts of the feelings, still remember shy of pipes to bypass the bamboo grove strewn on the floor, I remember the South I love beauty, full dipped in love poetry. In many cases, through your eyes I can see the memories of past lives, so far in this world once we, every flicker of Tang poetry in focus one's eyes upon parting grief and sadness of the song, sung by the loving light light color of Yin never panicked at first.

In fact, I understand, in midnight swing when I was lonely and sad on the contamination of lip, is the most pain you heartache. Flowers like a dream, lay who that I know, present and future of the met, mistakes, quiet, warm through time are you one by one collection, so that once again you will never forget me not to be missed.

Buddha said, love is a journey with VPN

Like the temperature in the light wind and drizzling rain

Who did not think that the eyes of the seasons on the dyeing with  downtown, the hint of a thin cloud in the sky, in the season when the cool breeze blowing gently diffuse-field, Miss crawls with February's window lattice.This is a warm feelings, there will always be filled to overflowing heart cups. Struck on February to undisciplined attitude of blowing in the breeze in the rain, at the time, visited countless mystery of dream in the heart of a quiet, I quietly ask myself, did much of the South?

Like the temperature in the light wind and drizzling rain season, likes to fly their own reflections. Used to take one thing reflections on several occasions but each time to think still have given the given the tension and excitement, as if he has the touch to those gorgeous real.

Spending falls into the arms of waiting as the Misty Rain in the South, deeply shallow wet with the fixed stare of eyelashes. In my heart I will never forget your smile for the first time, the smile used to balance my whole sky, night after night thinking, warm with my dream always to bring a ray of light. This is loving the review of past lives, full loaded with dark ink tint, SUMI Wei Zi Yao Huang, I quietly put your smile the ideas into their own hearts, since then, my eyes always reflected in a prime beauty of flowers to bloom.

Once thought a simple I standing on the humble corner of the world

Dazed, eyes shuttle tour between the rows of books back on the shelves from. Think of drilling deep looked around, desperately searching for. That I have cherished book, where is lost? Would pain her head more recalls the pain of the heart, my love, where are you? Perhaps memories of dust hide and seek and not make me bitter?

Once thought a simple I, standing on the humble corner of the world, eager to watch the crossroads of busy streets and static Jing, look forward to when you read this your life on your work. Curious blend research, chapter pages into your page between the lines. Want to read you and hopes you, I picked Hao Shu Jiaojie Moon put on my shoulder. Even if it was a dream dress! Because once young and ignorant of me, standing there, I do not know how many lofty sentiments and aspirations, and initiation of pause before you can't.

Dreaming when I really understand you, when and if you are moved by your readers, I look a surname page you love words love my most moving element e is the moonlight. My sporadic light clear mount attracted you to the deep eyes. Desire in the comfort of your eyes you tirelessly praise, wake me when julys were crushing dead water sleeps like a LAN-free heart River. At that time, I will let up defense, softening hard spines all over, so that it no longer remove crossbow arrows. Because I had low self-esteem and stabbed self, because I am too tired too tired because my sweet daughter who is a surname or daughter! I now count it n ' rose of without a trace, you know my heart? Would you like to do?

Gently close your eyes and thoughts follow the notes already

Gently close your eyes and thoughts follow the notes already flew back once lived in a small village. Seemed see has the sun sets down behind the mountains in the West smoke pouring from smoke in, big people busy finished a days of farm work busy with home eat dinner, head Shang wearing with disseminated with Khan taste of straw hat, dark of faces Shang left a layer Layer years scour had of traces, that a both old covered with soil of shoes and straw sandals, toe bare with, curled up in thrown edge in of dry soil grain rustle fall, shoulder Shang carried with those mill was glow of farm implements, side easily to sucking with smoke, side talk and laugh wind; suit all of dog probably is because can followed master together home and was so of happy 's?Channeling Qian run Hou, open experience toss its head and tail, "barking" to called with; most happy of is children were has, in grassland in Ridge Shang run Ah, jump Ah, Chase played, even roll; distance came a sound--"bites jingle, bites jingle", flock in evening time is white so, they "Jack Jack" of called with, master with in behind happy of hum with xiaoqu, and children were "lost Ah lost handkerchief sth sth" of song mixed in together, drunk has entire evening.

These scenes reminded inadvertently, a warm current flowing in a quiet in the heart, remembers past a moment, can't help but feel the bait, wet eyes warm tears.

Occasionally there is a misconception, that used to be in a dream? There could be no Hoho but I know my dream, it is impossible to have grass refreshing fragrance, his life had carried on that piece of land, have left deep footprints of shallow, the root of my life there.