A dream of warm

A dream of warm

Time dragged to the season's clothes, the warmth of the sun on the windowsill. The branches were swaying in the wind with shadows, mottled memory, in this quiet moment, with a tea curl rising, dust and mind become gentle, like a simple flower, scattered with faint fragrance, in the sun in the elegant bloom, this thesis sunny time. The beautiful and cool, in the heart of the harbour, sailing in the writing ink in mind silently vacuum tube, time enron.

Yellow paper with light pen light written annual poems. The word lines in affection, glabella lips smile blooming into the four seasons, picked up every time looking back, every smile, gently into each season blossom, regardless of wind and rain, cold, in ordinary days, the hearts of the branches is always green yellow, thin broken pieces of warm open flowers, a wisp of fragrance, around in my. If hold warm hands, let the dream place, is the most beautiful time,

Thoughts of the vine, cling to the past gone with the wind into the heart empty. Open the window to my heart, shake all over the sky of stars, into earthly bags, carrying a light breeze, gently fragrance, do an elegant and ordinary woman, Ann and mind corner, warm days, in a warm heart, lingering thoughts, and keep this Shi Qing huan. The stars are dense, into the glass state of mind, keep long hair fluttering, a road and song and line. Every heart wrapped, in ink years let elegant act static heart planting flowers and grass, watch the sun, Enron in the warmth of congee warm tea.

Now over the spring green, summer lush, quiet beauty of autumn to winter, the bleak. Downtown after a quiet, you can experience in the cold warm warmth, only warm to let everything becomes soft and moved. Grateful Fanghua moment in life, let the years there is a fragrance of precipitation, despite the time old face, to hide the light, not to change or pure throbbing heart. A cord through the heart of emotion , relieved of all fetters, all will become clear sky, let the life become thick, in the life of the deep place, still bloom day, Mei Ying Ying smile, warm.

I'm the only thin pen not gorgeous flowery poem, only the light back. As a snowflake falling posture, and this fireworks fleeting. The heart is also clear, I only keep a ray of love, with the window sunshine, write down the light text, in communion with the snow day, listening to gurgling miss in the lonely time. Through the window of heart gentle sunlight irradiation, with graceful heart, split a tree Samuume in full bloom, let the dream time is still the Jian Xia Mo green, flowers.

Over time this shallow, at the fingertips of melted snowflakes into the cool, gentle, despite years of buckle window, memory is always warm. A cup of tea, a cup of wine, all the thoughts, let touched take root in the heart, bloom a beautiful flower of life, an warm skyline.

Let thousand wisp emotions into a dream world where in the warm, lightly, with words in love, a world of fireworks fleeting tenderness Amethyst earrings.