18-year-old go on a hike

18-year-old go on a hike

That year, there are many people, suddenly found that the yellow beam a dream finally become empty.

--Preface

Don't see Changan

Under the old tree, the grass leaves, dew is not dry. Looked up at the gradually bright sky, only to find, in this roof, another night. This night, young riding white horse with light jo, wanton pleases mad do not know Hugh, eloquent, leaning door looking back glances to send, White Qing, endure the bubble reputation changed Shank.

This is the dream of Changan. 29 China, I finally set foot on the ferry from home. The girl in the ferry sings Wanzhuan melodious tunes, and in My eyes, only the vague Chang ' an. This way, maybe see more flowers, after all, is unwilling to see flowers fall. Also in the passenger boat to listen to the wind to see the rain, at sunrise at the extreme, in the middle of the midnight thinking of the deceased. In half drunk and half awake in the loessial of the woman's Hao wrist, but also in the misty rain ferry fold Willow sent away from the people.

That drinking in the loud singing scholar, turned over several mountains, involved in a few bends, and finally saw every night dream of Changan.

That day, I went to Changan, the sun is warm, and the wind is soft. And I, in this Chang ' an street, suddenly feel familiar and unfamiliar, stupefied, unexpectedly forgot to come when the direction. This Chang ' an city, locked the number of lonely figure. Majestic splendor of the palace, that there is nothing noble spirit, but proved turbulent. The so-called sages of the emperor, but a joke, so-called loyal to the motherland, but the fleeting. I stumble, fled in the street, those who pass by strangers, the eyes of endless sarcasm? This is the Changan you want! I began to look for, already lost my dream, with it, back home, continue to see Changan.

I go to, Willow Supple, I think, Hushe. The end is 29 China, but I have seen Changan, but also lost Changan. I suddenly understand the parting when the teacher said: The greatest disillusionment of life, is to spend a lifetime to chase the prosperity of the eyes.

Originally, I can't see my Changan. Originally, I have been unable to find, only belong to the dream of Changan.

such as flowers

He classics the lamp at night and warmed it several times. She Shing the ink under the lamp and gave her a double eye. Watch him bided for ten years, vowed to go to the Golden Palace.

Send the beloved to the ferry, a word: "If you do not leave, I will dependency." He said: "If I C.P. group, I will not disappoint you." "Wind light cloud Light, cloud Cirrus Shu, Instant Fang Hua." The boat Weng punting invited the boat, the lone sail to leisurely, and her sorrow and joy are all taken away. The Willow on the dike, can't hold the river flowing.

29 to, go by boat, alone to make the Iraqis ashore. From this day to read June Lang, tears two lines, dead water clear soul heartbroken.

That year flowers bloom, see the old tree faint crow, poor water people. That year the Magpie on the brow, henceforth June Lang on the court toward. That year the Emperor woman to marry, the moon building in laughter even. And she, but wait until people thinner than yellow. In the night she put the withered lamp point, Jiang Broad cloud low looked several times, she entrusted letter, but do not know, the end of the horizon is not seen. The clouds in the sound of a few geese, broken the west wind, blowing away how many missing.

As the saying goes: profusely is a champion. How to fame, not to throw. Even though there are all kinds of love, but the life of glory.

She also did the Lang riding Bamboo Malay dream, she also wore the flower shadow overlap of clothing, she still stuck in that section of Kate years of memory. Just, dream, after all, there is a time to wake up. Heart, after all, there is a time to break. Empty tea shop, people alone look, tears two lines.

Last year bleak wind unscrupulousness, Fei ye annihilated dry well pond. Dry well pond old tree shortage, scattered on the head looking at June Lang.

Blue water cold pond, slightly cool, but, how to have a cold? She was finally getting news from him, except that people didn't do it. Perhaps, in the 29 years of China, this is not going back to the river is her future. Storytellers are always telling stories, and this time, at the end of the story, who is crying under the table?

Muddle, this yellow Liang a dream, eventually become empty.

18-year-old go on a hike