"A small park the plum dongfeng after, but look at YangHua comfortable flying." Years passed, and the sky every YangHua dance of season.
On Sunday afternoon, sunshine as waterfalls, sat in the house overlooking the floating of the window. Before the court on the dam that one tall poplars, warm day in the cool breeze, a string of droop bud began to burst open, and makes a swirl of may fly snow. In the breeze, round and round in the expansion of the YangHua zhizhi between YeYe put several premier league clubs like the the formidable floating up, and the only light as ranges, the cloud wrapped in cotton samples with flowers on coming to volley, formed the numerous fan eye, is splendour, little YangHua is so light, so white, half empty on the floating down swing, east ran west bump, sometimes rise, sometimes sink...... Looking at, not of the word of su shi YangHua "seems like the flower, flower also no pity. Abandoned their alongside a teaching way, better, heartless have thought is RouChang loss, trapped. Entangles the demon eyes to open, freed still shut. The wind, and found the dream, and still be lang place, namely, the call. Don't hate the flower fly do, and hate western experience, to compose. Xiao to the rain, leaving a footprint is, ChiPing broken. Spring scenery three points, a tap water, dust dichotomy. Look, not to YangHua little, a word is tears."
Su shi's morphemes in bold and unconstrained for style, this is a very fantastic exquisite graceful and restrained works. On the sentiment of YangHua floating object, expressing condolences to repeat YangHua committee of dust sad hate. I think the quarrels with his female woman, at this moment, but also not as thoughts of the window of the personal YangHua began to swirl......
FangWei, I know first from the city of the students, when his parents to leave in the remote mountain we changzhou of NongJiZhan work, I read the first entered high school in the that year, he turned to the from changzhou, thin, high, in the clean face frame of a myopic lens, appearing a country boy with different sven and relaxed, not days, we became inseparable partners, the river under a bath to touch the fish, peach orchard steal stealing pears, for this reason, he didn't without the beat of beaten. He also put station used to hold the oil plunger plastic box head steal out, gave us do pencil case, every home with good food, also privately with pancakes bag, take out and we share. Later, I graduated from junior high school teacher of run by the home, he admitted to the gan, time also and I through some letters, encourage the letter for me to study, to be a good teacher worthy of the name. That to a county of teacher education school to study, I have to find him in jiangxi, but he has with the parents transfer away and, after that, we never can contact. As in the past 28 years, FangWei, where are you? You have a good time?
"Fly back." Last spring heard the news, my heart out again a qualm. Fifteen years in prison bitter, he finally have come out. Cheung-we are the light from the bottom together of the partner, his mother had heart disease, family is poor, he didn't have the good days, grew up, and how we can't survive, and, with the strength to make money while come slowly, but HuaZhao shu xin, how to think of to steal? "President George w", 15 years ago when she heard the news, my in the mind is how uncomfortable. Fifteen years, when the life green time, life, how much a 15 years ah. Last summer the stormy night, we meet some students go to see him, went into his house, the wall that "the hardest adversity", let us at that time were choking......
Yang SiZhou, to be quite honest, duty, and even clueless. Sincere, doing things careful, no matter who see are embarrassed shy of the acerbity, a talk to blush. Perhaps the reason, he and communication between students less. But a month ago, the construction site in Qingdao building when he died from a building. He is an only son, the only one in the pillar of the family, now, leaving their aged parents, wife of paying, young children, painfully......
Suddenly again remind of hui clever, in those days the bright LingHui lively open and bright beauty queen, try round her college dream, think about her life path should be full of flowers, after graduation, have your dream job, by his looks and degree find a satisfied of husband get married and live a happy day, is it not the normal matter. But she is in capital was a foreigner pack keep......
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So lonely dreary afternoon, flying thoughts, helpless and chaos, as YangHua snow outside the window. Search every face, feel kind, and feel strange, perhaps we is that with a wood from the YangHua, with their respective wind direction to drift, roaming......
Long life journey, is not the window that meimei erratic YangHua? In the life of the monsoon floating, the fate of the rain fall into the dust. Times YangHua number, don't know where a medal more like I......
Back in the eye of the moment, I feel two lines of the cold liquid in my face down the river
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