Like the mind and body in a mountain, to experience various complicated mood settled comfort. The mountain rain, is the most gentle, not seen rain wet thin sweater, visible is the heart of the reflection. The green, is the most fresh, eclosion world lonely, enriches the dry eye. Only a short while ago, used to seeing the scorching sun, steaming and baking a concrete building roof, rising heat from the natural attention, only depend on the cold walls, to built around the fragile heart.jessicamei-Beautiful

One cannot read faces, hidden in the cold behind, only with some cannot penetrate the understanding, chewing alone alert bring loneliness. But the joy, this moment can be close to natural, happy or sad, too, are ignored, just let the rain will feel run, let the green color with romantic diffusion, this mountain the sun and the moon, to me, is a kind of jade.ashleycl

Rain, a second, in Qingshi Wisteria frame by playing a beautiful melody; wind, one fifteen, in a whisper whisper. A rain and curtain, embroidered into a painting, a thin air, raise the fireworks. Rain, have triumphantly to the rain line, string bead. Green grass, Shirakamo Mi, fall over each other, jumped into the water the fond gazing of a beauty, draw countless hidden password. Hold a paradise umbrella, willow shore, the water and the ripple, ripple up slightly, with shallow sing soft wind rain song.jessicamei

State of mind, is a kind of years after precipitation of calm, such as life springs, flowing rhyme, swept the country, withered dream touch of fresh, is sufficient to quench their thirst. To warm a light tea, tea time alone, bitter taste, afford much food for thought; it is the soul. All of these, only in the light to show the true. In pursuit of this aloof mood, let the heart slowly put low noisy, listening to the noise of the city, across the boundaries of moving and static, the wind stopped, the heart has been suspended over her.ashleycl

The night, only the empty stars, clouds in the sky in the layer upon layer. Without any modification of the wind, from the narrow gap free from the body, just a touch of fresh and natural, thoughts began to swell up, unable to hold oneself back stretch. The pulse of life, accompanied by breathing, standing in the years of the bank, waiting, as if to hear a deep and quiet rhythm, in the country rushed, so bohemian.

Sitting in a corner, drink tea, listening to bursts of ear melodious music. Patches of green smile, once lost, is flashing the camouflage city now, has not been found. The soul, in a poetic mood banish, with free wind, until the distant horizon. A thin air, such as bathing highland barley wine fragrance, infection, after washing the soul, stand vividly revealed on the paper. Become tread, without the fetter, no dependence, also go all lengths.lemon25