My heart

Summer. Mountains.
Rainy evening, you stand of small trees set off upstairs to see light rain and hovering in the mountain surrounded by numerous piles around the soulful to come, the green proudly down from the hill torrents.
Gazing Department, misty cloud falls jian, around the mountainside, again and again wound.
Wind through the rain slanting scattered clouds.
You looked at the hills, watching you, tired of the two incompatible.
Gradually, the heart away from the worries and impulsive, with a long absence, chasing away quietly pleased that no trace of cloud light touch of comfort.
Burst of wind came slowly, awakened by the hospital side of the river down below, the river rock crashed the bamboo cutting old TV drama leaves a total of endless passion with the release.
Hearing, that the eternal stranger's voice, this time through the clouds and fog, will you call softly, doom the call, let the front of this sweet moment the rain into the arms of sorrow ray puzzling.
Gently, the night rolled over from all directions, endless soft, holding the tears can not afford to drop light.
Original, close to mountains, close to the water, nor digestion born by his thoughts.
Little miss was covered with each of the root hair, each moving in his direction, each with their own little weight.
Hair so much, miss so much.
Met this life, he said, just to give you a little love, little over a heartbeat, smaller than a rub shoulders.
And you, a slight smile, contentment, silent.
Is love really that small warm?
Has been, you want to be his soul mate, such as wind Han, Qin month, has always been a never ending poetry, calls for tomorrow's sun, and before the advent of the first ray of sunshine pious meditation, As long as the wind does not turn the foot if the seal of the streamer movement, I believe there will always be a light to be sent to a co-sung by the book.
So you not want to forget him, always dreamed of purple Lime stone out in small flowers, but disappointed that there are always give poetry another light layer of cloud water.
Turn around, sigh.
Come before the mirror, you looked makeup of their own, repeated efforts, is still too reluctant smile.
Out the window, then a gust of wind blow past, the rain is more disease, the river even louder.
Brush the hair from the forehead, some noise from the temptation to make a number of mood sequence, let an almost lyrical voice can not always quiet.
Green sub-pity, Youyouwoxin ......
Trance, you will see the "Book of Songs" in lovely woman clinging Zheng.
She should be a graceful woman, facial features Xie Fei, sleeves Piaofeng, just because of missing, eyes have a lot of hidden bitterness sadness, often think of the man who missed appointments, often in the next month, in the window and began to sing always Ruqirusu, "green sub-pity, Youyouwoxin. I do not go vertical, sub-Ning Si no sound?"
Her voice was like a drama set in the last chamber, affective rolling ......
I kept thinking, you are your own imagination laugh.
Zheng F is not you, you are not her, but you like her believe that turned the office col, we can see the dream garden.
And he will be in spring under the trees of the time diarrhea, with a blue suit, slowly come to your thoughts are dyed blue, green willow like a bank.
So, all that way, just like fairies and Deluxe Link Zixia head confrontation in the city for three days, and finally a kiss in the final bare state of mind.