No thought, looking forward to a summer rain

Summer heat to the world attacks, I went in the spring, the heart is still not safe, LiuXu haven't settled and don't know when I leave, angelica life.

At the end of the day, the edge of the haze not close, in the cool of the day do not know for what, the evening at the suddenly chilly. The four seasons is not too cold, heat, time is still seems to be at this point, the evening sunshine, across the hairy leaves, pass through a window scattered. And the leaves on the trees and exquisite full tree in the light.

So today, no longer missed. How much time quiet, how much time silent. I don't know how many times have the window watching the evening quietly slipped slip.

Look up, I guess it was in the secret. Light ink, centrifugal clouds are decked with gorgeousness of rain.

I was still a summer rain, such as in this noisy and suddenly and static space and time, and in the green the sparkle of the corner. Once upon a time, I always have chase when the season changed, even in clear still awake can protect the summer. And I like is to burn, only to escape in continual easy day during the delicate feeling.

Then after the rain of the breath, how much time float into my memory. A drop of rain, from the sky, a piece of the water waves not, can't even wet with my skirt. Young years have been far apart, like off-hand planes, leaving only a scratch. Stall over my hand, but also in the waving. Looking forward to the summer rain, that field dry desire, the rain, the day the tao can be more clear. The rain of gloom, like smoke into the green grass, gracilely, like the dew deep green, castle peak in the steam up white clouds.

Like summer, because of spring in the past, this season has been buckish, no traces of litter, no hindered prosperity, no one ShanDong strings of the time the scent. Only a melodious sound continuously, and suddenly the warm, but how many hidden in our youth summer, going radiant.

The blue day, only the plane flew over, leaving the bright cloud motion. The catcher in, butterfly wing up thick liquor, a desert pregnant with the beautiful golden brown. Don't know how to live on the butterfly, only to see after the rain of the DieWu is so beautiful. In may, I would like to end in waiting here.

Was lonely dark, break out gold no news pomegranate red. Miss the deep red like pomegranate, wait like burning the dead of ash but. Like rain wet with the gray, young love not, dense.

The haze, the most like June time, met in before. I have no thoughts, just looking forward to a summer rain.

The sun just fine, the rustling noon the breeze blows leaves, interference with the afternoon dream sleep. Think of last night's wind, bring a cool and refreshing, but don't know how will dim clouds blown away. And light up on the edges, the goddess of the early in the month has been vanishing brilliance.

People like the autumn to have faith, things such as ChunMeng the radiant. Start looking, and, well, how many miss, I should then will miss say this way good night with memories. Until the hazy the moon rises from the east, and the whole night it is RuShi mind,

Leave on for a summer rain, bring this summer in the cool and refreshing. The poplars green gradually deep, is the haze, shaking the fumigation with Windows. They also in wait.