In the spring, the swallow a sound invoked Cheap GHDs the whole mountain village all wake up, swallow across a large green wheat, over neat is not vegetables mud, fly to the eaves of thousands of families, began to build our beautiful house, entailed the small ditch, often have the swallow takes stick and clod figure, if there is the next life, I’d do a hometown swallow, my tail on the hillside a scissors, cut out of the castle peak a slice of.

Lovely goat started to eat up the fresh and tender fat grass, white is always a piece of, when seen from afar, like pieces of white clouds.In march, home to peach hill festival, added a few minutes of a pale pink, like hill drunk, Cheap GHD Salon Wide Plates revealing his gentle side, colorful butterflies and bees clamor became a regular peach tree.

Before long, rape or not stingy own golden yellow, the whole hillside to bits dye, dye to I watched enchanted, looking at blurred, standing in the roof of the house looks, take a deep breath, that rape flower of the rich smell seems to drilling my internal organs of the body.In may, the golden wheat in the field, like the tide roll, the wind blows, can hear wheat mature yip, called the parents of the sickle, waving their parents’ generation in those days as if in and time for a race, sweat like rain, from the head, face, GHD Blue rolling down on his arm, write freely in the sky, between slowly evaporates.