To the west of the sun like a flaming bronze mirror, YunXu shrouded in dark grey, as a dream don't soil, a few dogs barking sound on the streets of the unmanned, know there are a lot of people, is not far away travel tea mug.

This is a back lane street, because the future road, is a so-called dead end highway, and few people come, once I want to meet with the high school classmates here, the streets are like coruscate gives different luster. I saw across a railway, railway warehouse like memory and mysterious in the distance, as if childhood that had a vague platform. And at this point, in the dim light, no cars, no one came .

 

I think the city is the lack of trees, but the road of tall trees in spring buds, some tender feelings, some charm, foliage growth so moving, as if the students in high school time. I don't know if we behind the city, there is such a warehouse, and roads, and don't know on the platform and so full of goods, do not know the content of the goods in a thick green cloth, dignified wait or waiting here, such as an information, a phone call, a feelings, urging them to get on the bus, the outbound, set out.

So quiet and warehouse platform, like the past don't condition is same with me, like a silent and beautiful woman, so solemn, most between sheep dogs barking sound came a few birds chirping; Up on the streets of sparse ran a bike, a taxi and a girl so tender feelings.

The conceit came to me, whether I can be one of the roadside trees, Burgundy wine waiting amorous railway and back, listen to one side of the train nearly hundred meters in the warehouse, to the friend will be a distant relatives or comrade, reunited to jiangnan or MoBei love; I'll be thinking and talking almost is a tree of trees, standing in the classmate that less people to and from the third floor, tall and eyes open, looking at an old man, walking on the streets of the dead end highway, looking at the breath of air from the memories of childhood and high school the good figure and white beauty of unrequited love.

As a mirror of the setting sun, much like the moon in the orange, cross into purple clouds, standing on a higher place, see how the streets and rail, to see how a small and sentimental soul in a corner of the city, the wind flying.

Such a quiet courtyard, dark red blouses roofs and ChangWu, alone here pedestrians, err on the side of cough here, the old man here, here, the birds, the dark red and light blue, clumps, high purple and grey road, let me..., suddenly wake up, should be in such a platform, to my dreams.

Yes, I have prepared the bags and on the platform, my dear yu brother and my son yuan, I will lead the kindness of his own soul and flesh, together go to the bright place, star light shine, often to the four seasons green plain, where the youth to soul smile, immortal, in huge refracting the merciful tears in the dark and bright sun.

 

Starting from the graveyard

Style distinguished actor stills, often have foreign eyebrow in the United States will be able to touch the heart of the old, the waist and face the passion and sexy, that the human nature glory and spirit's sleep, and always makes your eyes shine. More brilliant smiling face, more flat body, from athletes queue, his hand clenched with applause, she screamed and burst, and her laughing eyes and broad lips, his athletic and fit, also considering the nature of human health, scattering in the early spring sex above the earth.

How I want to talk to share they marched side by side or think much like brothers and sisters embrace their body, touch the world's most fit the skin. This is their close and touching to me, is god's hands to human forehead, is loose ugly night state to the pursuit of light, salute to life, to the hard life of anticipation and the most devout prayers and admiration.

Will in some wonderful time, see the darkness of death, the loss of the light, that lay between the dark, that the soul in the future world to blunt the wandering between gray, tremor in the palm, from the inside of the ear's nickname, from weak breath, see a line off the light, heavy curtain is falling, the night is getting close, all fell silent and nothingness; Everything in the dark area, with spring flowers and tears. In the graveyard dug the darkness, was dead, and combination of the earth, as if everything did not happen, the but again face, in talking about words such as before.

When I am out of the window, on the fourth floor to see to the construction of new buildings and migration tomb dug fields, dig out the silence of the earth in one hundred, inspired me in the invisible, from the light of sexy body and proud eyes, read the beauty of life, read and fall from heaven to light, about thousands of miles; Read the water rising from the earth, flood eyes.

I beside the countless details and figure, looking for a life touched, I have to believe in yourself, there will be more broad heaven and earth, more handsome, more charming youth, can let me deeply. Let me raised his eyes from the grave, hope to the sun of a quiet, peaceful, and peaceful; Let me from the dead of ravine, wading climbing, and post the weeds in the duty of care to smile; Let the purity of the wind in the mountains and through my body, whose eyes like read cooked my soul, to the hills, to the peak, climbing GDV fine wines.

I know, I hand in the hell can weigh in hand up dust and code, the ups and downs like the earth, and them that dark never photo-thermal rock pit and desolate valleys. I started to climb. I in Beijing yu younger brother, my wife and runway, please feel free to let me leave, let me for you fall in love, in order to I pity together, into a massive star, my children, to illuminate the crowd suffering. I am suffering.

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