Wellcome!
Miss is a disease
Did not always think that the habit of writing things, always thought that coming to an end in July I will not leave any words, but I do not know why, bring a pen, bow of meditation, followed by a disorderly manner, although there was no clue, but a note of some miscellaneous words!
She has been home for more than a week, but I think that over many years, like those happy memories of the past few days I do not have to touch, because I fear that more entanglement thoughts to me. Whenever it rained, that is, I do not have too many things, I think of her. The same is true today, the window of the sky is clouded over, rain is approaching. Acquaintance with her is a deliberate arrangement in God, I feel it is in Florence for a five hundred years before the results. At that time, she went to the door from the unit, under an umbrella, standing in front of me, that is, I see the beautiful landscape together. Because she was the emergence of waves my heart; because she's there, my heart fly.
Once upon a time, in青岩古镇walk under the scorching sun and enjoy the unique scenery. Now, remember the past round, carved in my heart!
Her to go home the moment, I felt lost a lot of text lost its romantic atmosphere, I do not know, in addition to her, can anyone let me in this silent years, so the traces of writing. When thoughts become a habit, only to find what you want is easy, but people forget that it is which is the difficulty.
The number of times to tell their own, she is coming back, do not miss living in pain in, but I can not do not want her, even if she appears in front of me, and she can not feel burning in my mind of the scene.
She has been home for more than a week, but I think that over many years, like those happy memories of the past few days I do not have to touch, because I fear that more entanglement thoughts to me. Whenever it rained, that is, I do not have too many things, I think of her. The same is true today, the window of the sky is clouded over, rain is approaching. Acquaintance with her is a deliberate arrangement in God, I feel it is in Florence for a five hundred years before the results. At that time, she went to the door from the unit, under an umbrella, standing in front of me, that is, I see the beautiful landscape together. Because she was the emergence of waves my heart; because she's there, my heart fly.
Once upon a time, in青岩古镇walk under the scorching sun and enjoy the unique scenery. Now, remember the past round, carved in my heart!
Her to go home the moment, I felt lost a lot of text lost its romantic atmosphere, I do not know, in addition to her, can anyone let me in this silent years, so the traces of writing. When thoughts become a habit, only to find what you want is easy, but people forget that it is which is the difficulty.
The number of times to tell their own, she is coming back, do not miss living in pain in, but I can not do not want her, even if she appears in front of me, and she can not feel burning in my mind of the scene.
