That year of spring

The breath of spring, brought back memories of the flower, like a lover like kind, the affinity to warm awakened the sleeping core.

Memory quietly blooming, wanders in the revival of life on the earth, flowers overflowing, fermented glutinous rice wine, like overturned the old altar wine, let the person aftertaste.
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With flowers, let me for your shadow in the warmth of spring, the soft sunlight there is only the endless beautiful flowers. It so happened that flowers, can be opened like a brilliant year, even more beautiful, but that you, but only a memory.

The spring of that year, we are still small, blue sky can always see the youth of the shy, that is a kind of pure stop eating cooked food. We were talking, singing, laughing, mouth raise happy dimple, like a flower blooming in the brilliant sunshine, shine and the garden of spring. We always follow the happy step, a fairy tale by energetic movement, with the vitality of rendering this no evening youth, we enjoy the play, tireless.

The spring of that year, we are no longer young, brilliant sunshine delicate face has revealed a mature. Learn to like adults, we started the love, we hold hands walk, walk in the fields of flowers, walk in the spring sunshine, tired of sitting rest on the ridge. We watch the stars, watching the sunset, is never. The beauty of nature like a full of colorful picture of the youth, we enjoy the splashing, waving, get covered in ash is always good.

This fairy tale world turns out to be really exist, but I never thought, it only brilliant that season.

Pick one fleeting flowers, I smell for a long time, but didn't smell you. Down to the ground dark war, a staring me watching, dry off the leaf yellowing of my heart for a long time. If you want to be together for me is a luxury, but why did you kiss so lifelike, is it right? You have lost themselves in the beautiful game, the story has long been ignored. Miss, seems to be just a gesture I love staring at.

I no longer avoid stop pretending to be strong. The flower time of flower, let it in the quiet bloom, not your taste, it is nothing but a rose flowers, bright and ordinary. Flowers bloom and fall, is not, when all eyes lost its original meaning of existence, I was still standing in the flowers look busy fall. Is the time to forget to take me away, or you forget that I had. Beautiful, sometimes just a kind of spiritual yearning.

That year of spring, flowers blossom season. The warmth of the sun was in a happy color, only a sense of touch, the spring breeze has brushed my heart blossom in full bloom full earth. Flowers are beautiful, more beautiful, but beauty is too short, only stay in the spring of that year.

Wusi, the month, month to send the heart; Xu customs, colourful peerless, Ping spend empty since the fall.