When the breeze blowing, it began to rain, wet curtain up thermal transfer printer hk. The twilight darkens, is missing.

The day you left, is a warm winter, not out of South green light leaves, the winter warm sun cut ended up mottled, very quiet, seem to hear the window next to the dust beating. At such a moment, you gently pushed open my door, quietly walked in, standing on the bed not far from my bed, watching me quietly for a while, did not wake me up. Then you go, gently close the door, also closed a sunshine, to go silent, silent.

You don't know. I'm awake. Just know this morning, you want to go, I pretended to sleep, not a dream.

I didn't go to see you, not because of the fear of touching the scene. Sprinkle thin parting drink; although I have imagined you leave that day, if the spring equinox, Xicheng willow Lane spring soft and move away from sorrow, tears are difficult to accept, you turn and Yimei Piaofei, become my for you the last memories of summer solstice, showers early break, the tent door without a clue, you leave the ship like arrows, sail away, disappear in the sky at the end of this last year, really good scenery, like a dummy; if the late autumn, the trees more and rain, bit by bit to dusk, leaf is sound, then the wine warm recalls thinking. Winter, raining Twilight snow Hanjiang, the mountain loop, do not see the gentleman mask house, the snow above the left, Ma.

But no, I'm just afraid of your receding figure, afraid of their own can not help but go with you. You know, the peach blossom pool water a thousand feet deep, are not you my old friendship. No see you go, my heart at least a hope to, you just temporarily left just, until the kapok tree the whole leaf drop, kapok long out of the flower buds, you will come back, because if normal, big clods of kapok rustle down, you will be picking didn't break bad after they have been washed and dried in the sun, with honeysuckle and chrysanthemum, together with the tea to drink, heat clearing and detoxifying, Qinggan Mingmu.

The other, I do not know when to meet again, you are get rid of my hand line kite, where the wind you fly far, a broken line kite, there is no parking, I know, so you are to go.

Now the window is open mask house, out of the window under a light rain, the smell of wet land, fragrance of sweet scented osmanthus wet fall, accompanied by night gentle wind blowing in, cool. In this such a quiet night, miss like the grass crawling snake, walk silently, when defenseless bite me a mouth, no pain, but toxic deep, bone marrow, and tried to pull it out. In such a quiet night, you will not like me, in deep thought I, no other miscellaneous thoughts, just quietly think me......

Sunny cloudless, miss into a line, spread in time, long can cut the sky into two sides, you the spring of peach is brilliant, I fall just leaves.

Without you, the time is still quietly neither fast nor slow flow away. I have some years of worry, in the deep blue, in the years of pain, a little bit of awakening. Kapok courtyard and fall, you haven't come back, I'm still waiting. In fact, as long as you and I are good, can withstand all day amidst the winds of change. Gone, will be approached, waiting, will not long.