Written in the spring [Ziye Li] Each flower is a pink white mind it? In this quiet afternoon, you are in a hesitant silence. Occasional wind over, crushing the petals have Sasa, this is your urgent and chaotic expression of it? Go dream a dream, the whole winter long in the memory, I do not know what you dream of doing fell asleep,mont blanc pen, in turns warm again in March, you open your eyes on the joy of swaying skirts , to and fro in the wind, shaking my shoulder one of the petals, the pain hit my mind, scattered over the floor off the residual sentence chapter, I could not fight a complete story. Why seek to spend asked if, like you did dream, light and soft, why do I blame a fruitless feelings? [rape wedding] flower looked quietly probe, Qieqie eyes, the hidden joy. A wind blowing, you Baile Bai little yellow dress, wrinkled his nose, smell the spring sunshine in the air. You smiled gently to shake a bee wings, thousands of miles to spread thousands of miles. The next day, is the endless sea of rape. Brilliant bright smile, warm tone bright yellow dress, this is an unprecedented grand wedding, the beautiful to the shock, I could not stop shaking happy to. I am a spectator,montblanc pen, a witness happiness, tears almost welling. What is joy? Those beautiful Hanayome it? Gone with the wind would. What is grief? Married in the spring regardless of wind! When you see those full heavy fruit, you will regret it? [sunflowers bloom in time where] each summer, has spent a grand feast. Then, Splendour bees fly, gliding with the wind, running in the sky. The eyes of the sun, the warmth into the sea. Face tanned red children, grand eyes were bright yellow light, stepping on a land crushing of the streamer, running play. Tiptoe smell the flowers of the girl, on the tip of the pollen, yellow, naughty, cute. Fingerprints bubble skirt in soft mud on the wind, like a flower in full bloom. In the insert in a book, you mention again that summer. But you say you smell the fragrance Kwai, thin in your dream. In the time of the memory. Huakaihuaxie, one after another spring! Author pen name: Sand map