The time of Silent Awakening

Static flow of meeting time, encountered. There is a cool, a little helpless. The leaves blossom and spit, slowly let the aroma of fragrance produce ideas. Flowery flowers, such as bright as a meteor. Moreover, fresh and elegant. No fading, withered. Quietly picked up a piece of green, in the fresh moment, swimming let people unprepared to lose their house like a dream. Inadvertently saw a butterfly fly, dance in the quiet in a variety of flowers. The breeze swaying the butterfly wings, overwhelmed the poem intoxicated with the fragrance of the flower.

The breeze blows lightly, ripples the heart. From the butterfly had to spend the end of the world, hovering on the deep unknown stone above. Fan from staring fuzzy spread ~ colorful color is colorful, the mind found his narrative poetry \u201c purple dedicated to the human world. Cloud Cirrus, but hotter, without impetuous leisure and comfort and quiet. Sit still, brew a cup of green tea slow song, watching the sky gradually blurred dim, tick insects, intermittent. Beads randomly fall in the eye frame, bring a hint of cool. Spread the branches and stare to hear the rain make the weather quiet. Someone and I have some, give me enough time to vent my search for the real meaning of the brain. In the busy world, secure the corner, carefree.

Like gentle, soft, pure, not take away the light rain small blue sky. All who dyed acacia? Search is the season of soft, amazing poetry. All the past time, the shadow of the cloud. One by one to draw an indifferent fragrance, elegant and non-dyed attitude. Gradually with simple, cool, there is no time, swaying in the fragrance of self-appreciation lonely in the corner of the petals. Choose warm cold habitat branches to refuse smiles, happy smiles, and keep your heart Qinghuan. Indifferent static enlightenment alienated countless prosperous, also like clouds. In yesterday's green empty drunk, light sad inference back. Let strange micro-steps, aromatic culture in casual.

The time of Silent Awakening