Listening to the << hometown >>, feeling in front of you. The sunset, endless journey, cold night, helpless eyes, a scene of the scene.
Outside the window, the long sound of the whistle, another night vehicle. Hometown, this can be very far away from me, but this song is once again reminded me: in the far west, there is a small ancient town, is my dream of the hometown. I want to go home and go home. It is hometown, it is no longer my memory. There is also people there in the mountains there, deeply printing in the mind I have not yet. Strive to roll the tongue, it is a series of simplicity, my hometown? Where did I let me go around the hometown? I have destined that I have to be a wanderer, and hometown, but I can only look at my loneliness. So, I will only be a luxury thoughts in my heart. Changming's car has long been far away, so the night is no longer quiet, more than a heart, more than a dream ...
The hometown, the bending moon, which is a long time. I remembered the hometown, I remembered the water, I remembered the mode of memory of Liu Ping. The voice of the partners, the sound of the pure sky, and the birds who have passed through the sky. The osmanthus scattered clothes, there is pear flower falling in the palm, white, and sweet. There are countless familiar smiles layers overlapping my memory. who is it? Looking over the bunker. Looking at the distant south. I have already forgotten the appearance of the teenager, but my mother told me in the afternoon phone. He found his bride. Hanging up the phone, the thoughts did not cover the troubles of the difficulties. I remembered that when I was arrogant, I remembered that I was a flying cope after I was bicycles, and I am far away! Frequently in a deep night, listening to Bangharui, memorizing the scattered roses, fragrant. Think of the school, think of parents, remembered sister who read the book in the field.
Waves too long. The heart always wants to find a place where you can stop, and our hometown is too far, even if you are in your dreams, it has also begun to change. Where can I stay? The jungle of the reinforced cement, too much to walk, I just want to hear the whispering of my home. I haven't been in my hometown, but I still watch it in my dreams. As soon as I quietly water, soothing the ancient town of the millennium, I can keep the millennium charming millennium. . . . . . The gardenia swaying in the dream, and there is still a faint fragrance who is listening to a love song. And Qin Fengchi words flying in dreams. . . . . .
