Always say, life as water, quietly, quietly, do not know where to go flow. Indeed a month too fast, I remember a month ago, I was busy, and now actually do not know and could spare the time to do anything. Men Men in Guangzhou that the temperature in winter is always impatient and not simply the cold north, not as home, clutching a blanket to blanket had a quiet winter.
People are always longing for a quiet winter, such as a few people sitting in the sun or playing cards, still sported snow on the roof of not fully open, little by little dripping. Ponds to a layer of Bobo on the morning on the junction of the ice, breaking open a years, in between hands slowly melt away the mud in the dry hard ground, such as Sui Yu-like, it is the most powerful water, life and most vulnerable time.
I do not like \"water flowering\" is the word, I think the water is also a personality. Water is not like high places, would rather fall down, breaking, they were reluctant to leave. Standing above the crowd, even if the cold, nor is the water to stay, but the cold snow, cold icicle, but the heat up a water silently away.
Water is part of the sea, there is a sea chest in order to accommodate the water. Water is a crying child, like the night talking in your sleep, like the gratuitous temper he threw things around, likes to sleep quietly, like the quarrels of the play.
Water from her parents brought a lot of dowry, living things, and her past lives, the sea must be inclusive. Water is the hardy child, she experienced, not that she wanted. The water ran down from the top of the hill, when, or crystal, clean and putting a little impurity. Her only memory of the cold, with traces of the wind. But along the way, many greedy Chong Er, many dirty things, all will fall into coming.
Water cried many times, and cried Tianhundean, but she had to drag them with her, ran to the sea. Only defected to the sea, in order to let the water calm. Who have been chewing a quiet day, so occasionally we saw the sea are also angry, that he felt his wife should not have so much suffering.
Water, cold, when she was a hard, warm when she tenderness, hot when she would also like to escape. She is the daughter of nature, she is intellectual nature.
I like the winter the water, a little bone character of water, before people are awake to realize that our love, too insist that their own cruel. We formed icicle shape, waiting for a little bit of enthusiasm, it turned into water, bit by bit bit by bit down, no longer confused.
Because not every drop of water can be found in the sea, to find their own love.