Feng Fu morning face, in October of Gansu already have cold.
I flew to Siti ran outside.
This way no one, drifting away, Shino endless yellow sand in the morning sun in the previous slowly flickering. I do not know how long the slow down in my breathing.
I began to miss the big cat eyes.
Men always have to miss the hardships of a woman - perhaps the mother, perhaps his wife - without a home no room for me, the gentle girlfriend seems to be the only available miss anyone. Big eyes cat not say how many beautiful, soft, thin waist, but very good - she had practiced many years of gymnastics, and what seems to have to award, if it is even more motivated her father that read something, maybe we might be able to win a "cat Beauty" sort of reputation - no matter how big eyes, cat's gentle virtuous circle is in our name out - and I believe she loves me, has done his utmost to love me - This is me now that is very important.
I have been self-righteousness of the prodigal son a romantic suave, elusive, of no fixed abode - forget, it is better to say frankly that is displaced. But the big eyes cat that she do not care. Have a bright colors of the morning, facing the nascent promise Road, Chaoyang: disappearing Streamer, waiting to cook, the three set out is not easy.
Three years? For the modern world, three months sufficient to complete the joys and sorrows, from the opening scene to the curtain down. I did not say anything, but the heart was touched. Promise is not carved in stone inscriptions on the posters, but there is the effect of hot-water bottle can warm people's hearts.
The air in the desert heat waves have become some of misty - on the horizon a distant Bay clear water, palm shadow whirling. Coconut trees, green wave pool, feel the wavefront cat big eyes flashing in the sky, my heart could not help but jump crazy.
Big eyes cat smile in the sky blue, like the waves, I think my dream on the horizon are free to fly, I think there is love in the sky engagements I go to share - and I ran fast toward the horizon, despite the hot hot sand on the ground with my feet, despite the desert, stirring up the dust blocking the conduct of the breath ... ... I was only a little faster and then faster ... ...
But her smile is always in the sky, never a bit the past, nor did it a little far.
A long time, I forepaw a soft, can not control the knees down - the Earth's surface temperature is already high and fast to noon. I saw a gray lizard in the sand in a crevice in climbing out, look at me much slower to catch, then quickly go back to shrink - next to the long dry reed pile.
I turned around and saw that Yiduo stack around like fossils have been the product of a general salary - and count up to 15 piles, and the larger long 2 meters wide and 1.5 meters, 1.3 meters high above - I suddenly realized that I have the body In the Jade Gate outside the Han Great Wall, is that spring is not degrees, whistles secluded choke the yumenguan outside.
Breathing a while, I laugh.
This is just a mirage in the desert of the most common fills such a gaffe, but I was.
But at the moment I began to think, originally I was very much care about big eyes of cats. Remember to bring the marriage did not care when I always say that marriage is the tomb of love - big eyes always very quiet cat said, "but we must, after all, the Jinfen Mu."
It was all so warm and now want to come. I suddenly have the urge to get married - "bitter bachelor, bachelor light, Who bachelor Heat kang? Who bachelor fill clothes? Bachelor bitter, bachelor light, no one burned answered the bachelor, bachelor no one lad who had sworn to support. Alive and no one came companionship, no one died in a Shangfen crying. "like the thirties an KATIE Jiaodia to sing, what is known as Lin Dai's.
Yumenguan outside a fast dry lakes are low, salted shining white to a flashing in the sun, and occasionally one or two birds in that the size of a basketball court, but the shallow water to sip - is said to Han Dynasty Huo Qubing when stationed in this a large freshwater lake, A competitive - gloomy, time changes, personal sorrows and joys in the years that it's nothing long river.
Author: susuc
