Jidi, wind in the leaves Jianfei, Petals drop and waters flow. if Joseph, who deeper? Finally, a gust of wind, no notification is sent the spring season, who still flick do?
Summer, dressed in jeans and a shirt, combed her long ponytail, almost all the attractions of the town. The skin in the sun, also became a wheat color, I do not hate myself, because I get close to nature in a step by step, close to the quiet.
Backstreet, with one lane River, every day I have to stay for a while. The river, there will be little boat of tourists, so time is silent, only scattered waterfowl, fly up, down, try some what. Little willow, fell into the water, and the wind was gently raise. The summer, sun is always late, or, I deliberately prolonged the time, the scattered Tianya people out of memory, and a sunny, warm heart.
Do not remember the heat of the day, as if the summer does not have hot, noisy cicadas, but also the forest out of chapter. In the morning, the sun sank back, at this time, the sun just can fall on the stone bridge, the river Jin Bo, deep green, green willow is attractive. For the summer, only the memory is so much.
If there are some picture, that is the academy and the ancient temple. They are the river across, be busy over, only after a stone bridge, or walk a lonely road entrance to find something.
The dusk, find a stone bench, sit at the end of the Yu Guangzhong, looked at the crowd, approached, and left. Day, slowly and gently, every second, is containing the sunset. No one worth bearing in mind, not a corner, special scenery placement, chasing a wind left, I figure, in the sunset Lilade very long, very long, like a century long.
The friends said, if not put, will go to the Jiangnan Nong Xiang walk, listen to the samisen iambic, visit the temple, with a cup of tea time, give oneself to the soft warm, to silence.
Be in smooth water, the original but is the heart of the quiet. In a late Yang Yu Guangzhong, finally, will cut away the wind, a carefree cloud see, see. The quiet house, as the original beauty still, there is wind, rain, sun, everything goes on, like is unintentional, but never less delicate. Such along time, go all the way, in the distance, and a piece of scenery is not see.
Walking, is engraved in the years. The bell Hanshan Temple, again and again, I wake up the memory of the former, if sleep, perhaps, a pine, the benefit of a Duan Yuangu.
A handful of quicksand, is you, is me, will be on time, into the deep sea area.  

Winter, the boundless desert vegetation desolately, do not see a trace of green, a desolate, everything stopped growing. At this moment, let temporary poetic dormant, let the heart to hibernate, don't go wandering. At that time the distance, you were in my eyes, was a most beautiful green, such as the warm spring breeze reluctantly bid farewell, such as yellow and green spring on the branches.
Always believe that, the growth of all things, has its specific meaning, whether downtown or lonely, no surprise, also need not sadly sign. As the vast sea of humanity in the edge to edge, somewhere, it will come. Well, I am fortunate, not, my fate. If, you are not careful, lost the flower in it, those who have the warm desire, that plume of intoxicating fragrance, whether, also dying in your heart, for a long time to forget?
Perhaps, life need to blank, love also need space, then, will be the continued story left, left, left to the spring! Perhaps, it is the best outcome, more desirable, it will be a different kind of beauty!

When I hurried footsteps, light diffuse through the bustling beautiful season, and passed a cold lonely; when the initial bright, has slowly evolved into a habit, when I look at the eyes, no longer misted, my tired body, whether or not, should stop to rest.
A grand fireworks and then, one day will pass, whether I can, according to three thousand after the busy silence, silence, recall the once beautiful? I still, as the breath of fresh air, to remember who you were yesterday? Maybe, I can only tell myself, that is just a game, though, I have, in this scene lost myself, what of it! I just keep time, smiling, not language.
Perhaps, the Fords of the time, how many times to meet, there will be many times respectively, predict the future, known outcome, who is also unable to control, give it to the time, to the fleeting time. Meet, edge of the deep reason is shallow, not causal, if I leave, don't ask.
There is a love, is it the trials of a long journey, but also pull continuously live. You see and not see, it is still there, is close to the heart and the heart, is the spirit and the spirit of harmony. Long years, you are in my life to sing different songs, if, you're not careful, I lost, don't find me. After all, this world of mortals on the road away, we have gone through together, then a brilliant fireworks ended heartache, I will always remember. This shear continuously, tangled entanglements, if can put down, is the best. If you can't put down, let it the text in the shallow shelf. I know, you use words to hold a memorial ceremony for me, because, that one knows.