The Flowing seasons

"The Flowing Seasons"

Spring bud probe foot fog like looking at flowers, green level diffuse dead tree to cover body, green leaves do not wear new red and Sheng Dew, wake up the earliest insects yawn start a new day walking, Love clean beast will first go to the river to brush teeth, eat before will remember to wash their hands, eat and rinse. That may be the big shark, there is no river in the forest can be loaded with big sharks, only the small fish in the head of the creek hide try in the sediment of the pebbles under the aquatic encounters. The birds were busily running around in the shade of the trees, chatting with each other. The lion, who had not eaten breakfast, looked up, and could not touch their heads to show the motherly of his forest king. The sun is stepping on the heat, slowly and twice. Slowly hit the thick branches of the leaves, slowly into the deep forest in the wet ground cast a spot, the new flowers eyes are reflected in a wave of glass-like by footprints produced by the water pit, passing a turtle dove secretly into the rafters to drink a mouthful, in a group of guying was disturbed by the eyes of the flowers rushed to beat wings, fled. The wet dream hangs upside down on the trunk and sleeps in the sun with its legs.

The willow flowing long hair wears summer winds's kiss scar, the summer scorching consumes the spring remaining gentleness. Bud inside hides a lot of lazy insects, thin body, stretching wings, babbling flower juice, rushed through the bee also left glimpse. A pillar of light was reflected under the trees, and the brown and black land shone. Has grown up the leaves thickly stacked layer after layer, like to run around the east of the insects to stay in the appropriate leaves to nap, after the hunt for the wild beast and the spring did not dry dreams are hiding under the tree lying under the shade. Waiting for the sky will be black, the sun is sinking, enjoy the sunset together with the twilight of the evening.

Aging green leaves swinging elastic swing, more and more heavy, more and more heavy, affixed to the ground will not go back to the stem of the scab withered trunk just still young branches, broken leaves on the roots of the fallen. Indus Wayward underground leaves rain, is the ant's spaceship, staggered, floating, landing. Down the autumn of the apricot, the cloud, the silk fell over. Clumps of weeds gradually converge the growth of the wild, the autumn is about to leave, life is involved in samsara, dry branches of dried things also follow the fold down. Squirrel moved to the last fruit just fill it ready for the winter of the warehouse, thinking of the fall after the quiet life, it turned the eyes under the door to reveal the teeth. Shou strains of the farmer waited too long to play up tons, and went through a quarter of the dream, but did not stay in the rabbit, so swing sleeve pocket two sleeves clear autumn back home.

The snow on the clouds opened the flowers and voluminous under the wind. The hills of the small stream no longer bolted to soak the orchid, and like a white-haired dying old man, standing on the time of the deceleration belt. The Frozen River collects the useless nourishment in the autumn, the heavy coat is swims the flock to go out the fish and the solitary crab, the parasite is attached to the station unsteady aquatic plants, occasionally a staggered. The beard of the tree was covered with snow and dust. After four seasons of torture, the dream has finally become dry withered flat, a lightweight body, animals have to pick up scattered dreams loaded into their own sleeping bags to pillow the head, the dream of drying can be used again this year. They curled up in a well-stocked warehouse to satisfy the suck smack to sleep, quietly, only the rolling breath in the forest, the four seasons quietly flow.

The Flowing seasons