Lightly, and we walked the four seasons of beauty, like the ray of the wind, micro-wind blowing at the foot of a green.
At the spring season, not to decorate our heart attitude is intended to artificial sunlight of a brilliant and beautiful soul! Let spring surrounded by a dream to climb the branches, make a split green leaves, to listen to the wind, listening to the rain, but also to listen to the voice of our hearts the most true to life-giving spring breeze, to highlight the passion!
Since our young, our beauty so. Grazing red such as a flower! Sharp on the afternoon of the Netherlands, we are keen to make a single queue of dragonflies. Drop-leaf volumes of the swaying beads, the us has the heart of hot. Our network has been put back indefinitely sunshine, described on the last night of that storm. And wind and rain after the fall of the bonus, and talk has been embedded in the position of young rattan all plans! Do not need the wind, waiting for timeless beauty are the heart of the young track!
Perhaps: our dream too light! Clinton not too many beautiful crystal. When the mind such as falling water, the laughter and the tears are washing our bright minds dedicated. Exuviate naive one go, under the sun that we are still red dragonflies, tireless reading materials may be no rainbow in the sky!
Youth do not want to write on each piece of yellow leaves, but in the nostalgia of their own each chapter. Rush through the years, never mind in full bloom of the flower! Lost due to a lingering over us; because of the frustration over our sorrow; even a market for wind and rain that we had lost its self. And after the storms of life and memory will be harvested over the past 11! Gray face, we are no longer persistent! The face of failure, we are no longer sad! Through the autumn harvest some of the forest, but also know how to make a choice!
Like cicadas, the layer drilled. standing high above in that they found everything so easy! Including all the suffering! Thin look of the soil, it is a thorough look of life! Winter without snow, let those who love sprinkling white mountain. those who go looking for passion! If, like a child to forget the cold last night.
Seasonal told: footprints can open up in the snow!
Seasons of life, through our heart. Even busy? Ordinary even? Even if only a section of rough! The walk is still no regrets. Chunhua Qiushi, wind rain and snow. As long as the intention to face; care with love; trust at the hands of a total beauty!
Gently, and through the four seasons of beauty, life and beauty also!