or difficult to round Yilianyoumeng mind

Summer lopsided pace, stepping on a soft autumn pace so quietly approaching the apex. When riding in the early autumn twilight wandering the crowded streets, the wind blowing head-thin body, the heart could not help shivering. Down the runaway, 天凉好个秋! Life is an endless cycle, through the warm spring, warm summer and into the cool earth autumn, bleak winter, look Tulv shoots, flowers bloom, yellow Yepiao Ling, Xue Wu Allure. The scenery all the way, stop and go, sometimes cursory, sometimes linger, the most beautiful picture engraved in their hearts, most injuries are only vaguely time wash away the prints. After all, who can not rewind time, retain the original beauty, the only miss is the most shallow, warm hearts. Often walking in the bustling crowd, I do not know how to leave. As a result, can only be pushed by external forces, unhurried, leisurely slowly, I do not know where they live. I walked on, the rain drifted, however divergent pedestrian road running, and I looked up and smile, stop looking forward to this one rainy day, to see how this is some sudden change, to see how much rain downtown and the story of lonely, could not help but reach out and feel this rain moisture and cold, crystal clarity too. Under the hot sun, do not want to dodge, oblique eyes narrowed looking at the sky was red gold adorned, to resist the glare of TV drama strands of light, with a long cold heart to feel that the sun blazing. Has been this way, alone with, self-willed with, or even alternative with, perception of life, nature's ever-changing tastes, stubborn child who can see the number of whimsy and imagination. Losing weight and looked at his haggard, dream of a day every now and then gone to look at, no words that filled the hearts of the miserable. For the lost youth, to flee the love for the place to drop thoughts, or difficult to round Yilianyoumeng mind. Looked up, actually eyeful chilling sadness. Reach out, touch the empty cold. At this point, envied the freedom of birds, clouds of flies well envy. Should I be, if we can catch up with the passing of the Chinese year, if we can never far away with a dream lang, if we can close that a long-awaited blue sky? Plain fleeting, the days to come so placid, and the daily monotonous, conformist life, people become lazy and decadent, do not want to run away, do not want to laugh, do not want to talk, do not want to grief, do not want to cry, but do not know happiness of the mass, such as a quiet side scarecrow guarding safe little world, struggling to adhere to. A long time, and the light become a sad habit of