Is in the courtyard, the corner can occasionally see open a few flowers scattered. I always feel that time is not the top bright flowers, lonely, this one of those clusters, struggling, sparse fall in late spring season. Perhaps they are expressed in the spring is not over, I want to spring luster; perhaps this is just in the last flower, like in the highlight of spring dies, with their lonely figure silently expression! In a word, no matter how, spring all in the past, such as her light lotus diffuse shift comes in general, is also quietly hidden in the years to come, as the winter deciduous tree, is for the next coming slowly gathering strength!Basketball, Lyric-barbaraop
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The afternoon I sat quietly in the room, open the thick book, all sorts of feelings, leisurely reading words or happy, or sad, or is that a life of precipitation, the silence in the unique silence. See some tired, will open the window, through the narrow window, watching over the ups and downs of the hills, of the majestic vigorous momentum. Look at the many-storied buildings blocks of buildings on the ground, he thought, to trace of mercy that live in tall buildings in person. Inadvertently the eye across a nearby pond, I do not know when, the pond was full of green grass, quietly has been covered with the shore, when the wind comes, a look that is green, the wind slowly long leaves off, I know that the spring has passed, the lush aquatic plants is not really portrayal!Skinsensitive 呵护皮肤

The sun slowly turn hot, not like the spring sunshine so warm, so warm, especially in the afternoon, so strong is scorching the earth, even the air is full filled with hot air, people can not afford to put much effort. With the wind blowing, blowing slowly, fascinated by the human eye. This is the time of year of the quiet, comfortable, at this time I have to sleep in the most easily. Eyelids grew heavy, blinking to resist this unprovoked drowsiness, finally ending could not resist her caresses, continuous breathing soon came.danna520

When the sun falls on the mountain side, the night is like a roll of a cover up slowly, at first it was just a shallow cover, and then found that it can not cover the sunset afterglow, then a layer after layer covered, until can't see the blue sky white clouds, can not see, only the endless darkness in the sparking sporadically and slanting crescent moon sky. At that time I will borrow the faint moonlight, a stroll in the park. Pass by a bush, has been seen by twos and threes are full of litter petals, I gave a sniff, early not to hear how many flowers, in the end of spring, there is not much fragrant. With the lonely mood, I walked back, only that a few soon withered flowers swaying in the wind, petal by petal falling on the earth!laodie20