People to come out from each hotel, bringing together on the road to the golden dome of the cliff-side movement.
Most of them are wearing the same winter clothes, drooping of the sky in silence, like a defeated team a deserter. Deep-green backdrop is torn open, exposing strips of gray dawn, several hilltops as islands, like floating to the sea of clouds.
I drank a few mouthfuls of milk, a little nervous. Jianghai, in the Mountain, the village stream, the roof of my house and seen how much the next day out, does not remember. I like watching the sun alone a person out of the clouds to illuminate every corner of my soul. I like a newborn-like ignorance, frankly, soft. I have confided their own aspirations, drying deep secret, heating thoroughly cold blood.
If stadium obscured the top, the head of the clouds gradually Shoulong, lighter color, shape highlights, it should be wavy opacity cumulonimbus. Railings along the cliff bottom, lined with several layers of the crowd. They melted the rigid posture, and some photographs, some of a hurry to find a good location, more like me, standing silently, like a pious trees. Light red light covered my forehead, the body, I was extremely auspicious Yigu traction forces, I am a big mouth breathing. Yukino at the foot of boundless sea of clouds as I was a newborn bird.
"Ah," such as a share blast while passing the word thousand lips, a round red head Orient explore out. The bright star lit the fires of a sudden the whole livid jungle, the fire all over the sky, growing and becoming more Wu, the wake of the sleep of the gods, resurrected the ghosts of the sink, you see: the sky, the red hot toward the core of the volcano spewing mouth, they are fiery red faces, they sing! To sing the great Creator, there is the joy of singing, singing the eternal soul, and sing great youth! They sing, sing, sing! Singing paved magma, rolling across Shakes the Barley, shaking off Fenglin, skirted the desert, bright horns resounded through the nine days. Things start to wake up, laughing aloud and shaking. Burning, burning! This is the pulse of the universe, the golden, slammed the sound of!
I Ting Qixiong I shut our eyes, I have my boundless quintana transparent, I can hardly escape I like thin air. I went back to her mother's body, I was a golden stones, including unlimited possibilities. I have never felt so powerless language, like a dog-like Fushou ear. The face of this good fortune invincible and their mother tongue should be the highest respect. :-------- I still say I am happy.
Into the sun hidden among the clouds, while below the dragon dance, silver fish leaping, eismowe Pianfei, spray light Zhan, sea of clouds break, the stimulation, surging. Under the clear transparent haze clouds Buddha, hundreds of millions of Ukrainian monks in white clothing, such as the set of Kingdom of Heaven countless elk, a total of ginseng Ching.
Crowd cheers hug maneuvers between monkeys in the trees, birds singing, dew rolling across petals. Between heaven and earth full of vitality and a joy.
Ah the sun the sun! Do not you light up all of your significance?
Author: windframe
