The autumn winds blow, autumn fluttering.
Beautiful autumn moor autumn rain in the wilderness more beautiful.
Poplar green rice golden, towering cranes, rolling plant, to be smoke such as fog autumn infected mirage like a dream. Rain and the water, Dangqi ripples, wind and weeds, turning the layers of the Green Wave. Wind rain, stirred up the endless associations.
He thought of her, thought she likes this autumn, as if she likes his autumn-like text, a little touching, but not wet.
Remember the Mirage walking in the autumn?
His right hand, hold up a small umbrella, left hand gently Dazhu her shoulder. And she clung to his waist and pressed his face in front of his shoulder. That umbrella, like a huge butterfly, in the drizzle slowly every now and then, under the umbrella of a warm ray of intoxicating.
The small roadside covered with shaggy grass fake gucci sunglasses, riding in the above soft, like carpet leading to the church. Caojian on the rain wet her beloved little light boots, wet his trousers felt slightly cool. She said that she likes such a cool feeling, and decided to head out into the umbrella outside, looked up and let the rain wet her face, her hair, her eyelashes. So that he could not distinguish her face to shed rain or sweet tears.
They stopped, standing on a small piece of riverside, watching the spray of the water jump, look at the small river has been full of the Barred Plymouth Rock and the reed, see reed edge of a green duckweed, or to see the duckweed in that playful ducks. She said softly in his ear: "They are so happy ..."
The rain stopped, the stratus revealed a bouquet of sun, draw a touch of neon in the vault of heaven, such as fog. Under the rainbow, a line geese flew over, leaving a burst of soft Yanming. He heard her cry long sigh, cry, such as Yanming soft whisper: "next life, maybe I was the Goose in a lonely young geese, my wings a long hard, when you think my time, I will fly to your side ... "
He saw an dreamy light in her eyes flashing in the crystal tears, but she did not let the tears out of eyes. He knew that she was afraid of that dream with tears of loss, she had to let it flow back into the hearts.
He want good she clung closer, but he did not, he was afraid of waking her sweet dreams. He light holding her little hand, and slowly put his left chest and let her feel his violent heartbeat. She shyly took his hand and put that chest, so they heard the sound of two hearts beating, the sound is so synchronized.
She asked softly: "a dream?"
He said: "Maybe yes, maybe not. If life is a long dream, then this short-term dream is reality."
She smiled lightly: "I like to dream, only in the dream is true I am, my soul is wandering in a dream, when my body back to the dream, I am truly alive."
He bowed his head and gently kiss her forehead, said in her ear: "I ..."
Rustling autumn smoke such as fog hermes belts replica, alone in the wilderness Xu OK, foot the Autumn of the diffuse field, breathing the breath of a dream, no sorrow, no melancholy, only a colorful thoughts.