The feathers are flying, this is the past life, it is the 对 来; the cloud is floating, it is not easy to forget everything, the sun is lazy from the land of the land.
(One)
The holiday went to Ningbo and lived in the family. After leisure, I went to rely on Lin Lake. I haven't rained a few months ago. I heard that the beach is revealed. Fortunately, I came in the world, and I was feeding this big lake. It is really a long time. After a line, we walked in the depths of the drinting. He didn't have a car in the mountain. Winter unique atmosphere, let us feel the temperature of January, if the fee is torn to the human "devil trembol" is called the heart, then the scenery in front of us let us plus a adjective to describe it - Scorpio.
I haven't been there on pure natural trails, I haven't been there for a long time. It is really nostalgia. Although there is no flowering bright, there is no romantic deciduous. This is also good, you can think about your own things, others' things.
(two)
A little bit, a little bit, slowly open your eyes. The sunshine is reflected in the clear cornea through the gap of the leaves, so bright, so bright.
Rhine first opened his eyes, saw this world. He was surprised to explore his head from the nest branches, and the two hairy wings were wrapped around. From here, the land slope is slowly covered with a thick grass, a circle is stretched, and the top of the hill is until the top of the hill, that is, a small tree. The tree species is over for half a year. If you don't make a mistake, you are in a few teenagers. They agree to see you again in the future, but I haven't said how many times.
The little Rhene is curiously taking the small tree, and it is called a snoring. You are a few years old, it is possible that he is asking; of course she won't answer such a boring problem, shake the shake branch wants to perfine the past. Rhein didn't be discouraged, changed a question and asked the little banyan tree, "What is your constellation?" .
When I got down the mountain, the top of the short hillside came from time to time, and occasionally heard the sham shake, this voice is really familiar.
(three)
Humans are really fragile, think of sad things, and regretting decisions always feel embarrassed, then there is no choice but to sigh. I often think that if I am a bird, I will fly, fly away, escape far, don't look back in my life, I don't want to cry forever. I told this idea to the rainbow, she is my cousin, big me two years old, very hurting me. After listening to me, she smiled and suddenly felt that she looked at my eyes and ten years ago. I will always be her brother, in fact, I haven't laugh for a long time. Perhaps family love and friendship's link is more firm, like love this kind of thing is really confusing, in the fog.
Sigh, continue to depressed, pity this good scenery. I will continue to think about if I am a bird, then how much it is. See those sparrows, even in the cold wind in the winter, they are happy.
(four)
Days of Rhine a day have been able to fly to the bushes under the soil slopes. One day, in the chat with the banyan tree, Rhein asked: "What is your name, can you tell me?"
"Well. I have given myself a lot of name, but I don't have a satisfaction, so ..." The tree is shaking. "So where did you come from?" Rhein asked.
"I don't know, I am here forever."
"That is to fall from the sky, then it is called."
"Well, ok. Fall, fall below ..."
Rhein and falling together, this feeling is much better than the bugs who find fat fertilizers.
(Fives)
When people feel full of material life, they will look for spiritual horses. Probably this, but when there is, why is it more felt more than when there is no time, it seems that it is equal to the world. There is no reason, I can't find any reasons, maybe it is the reason for the bird, this is called feeling.
The sister took my head and the voice told me that I will naturally understand this later. I have been used to answering this, and I know it later. This is probably called the script of life, step by step, and can't jump.
This reminds me of those flowers and grass. If you are not stepped on, you should calmly spend three seasons, from the new body to the division. I really like sunflowers, like that golden yellow from the petals to the heart, that is freedom to jump. Later, I started to pay attention to the lily, lily is white, people like white because white is a pure symbol, I said that as long as the heart is kind, what color is not important; the appearance is so unbearable.
(six)
The Rhine thoroughflower jumping in the falling feet.
Rhein likes sunflowers, likes his golden petals, likes he does not trim, like his roots, tied in the boundless wild wilderness of Guangbo, like his persistence, his wooden, his simple. In short, Rhein likes this single cell plant. Rhein told these to fall.
I have never seen the sunflower, so the river in the side of Rhine on the side of the mountain, with a sunflower seed.
"What is the sunflower? Will n't it be this, are you lie to me?". Falling down the doubts.
"After the winter passes, the seed will sprout". Rhein slowly explained, "Before this, I will broadcast many seeds around you, and you will be budged with you, and then bloom."
From that night, the dead branches set up fresh red, maybe this is the price of happiness.
(Seven)
Snowflakes fluttering, swaying out from the gap of the dead branch, then got a look at the mirror-like lake, there is no sound letter, so that this disappeared, the disappearance is completely, no evidence . How much pure can be retained, how many snowflakes are worthwhile. Cock, friends around you are taking pictures, they let me come in, I don't want others to see frustrated expressions, don't want to let the bleak eyes extend to the years, when I open the album, I am afraid to see yourself I have faced myself, so in front of the mirror, or in front of the favorite girl, put the thick Mandaro's petals, put on the sunflower's dress, let the sun beam from my body. In the eyes, I want you to be happy; your smile is my greatest happiness; because of your happiness, I am happy.
There are very few snow in the city. There are very few birds in the city. There are people in the city, and there is a tired shadow. So I am lonely, flying in the birds here, I think, I don't belong to the city, don't belong to you, although I will fly here tomorrow, leave here, fly to the distance, I want you to leave me The beautiful memories, sweet death dreams. (Eight)
"Not I don't like you, I am afraid."
"I can't honor your commitment."
"I really want to say that I love you."
"Fear of the break, let you fall from above ... I can't do it, lie to you"
"I think we are still like this, I want it now."
"See your palm, I know that you are the person I hit."
"But I can't take your happiness into my happiness."
"The most painful thing is to sit by people like people, but they can't have"
Although it is impossible, Rhine still thinks when to bring down the opposite of the river, the sunflower garden; once again, the sunflower seeds, then fly to the river to rush into the fresh wound exudation Blood, like a ribbon, a happiness, a heart; one side, while enjoying happiness. Rhein is very happy, because he has a seed, he can let the taste of the seeds, the taste of the sun. . .
(nine)
I can't get happiness, but also let you be happy, I will stay forever, maybe there is no longer, in this world; slowly, slowly, time hourglass stop exercise, the destiny is not shaking; let me see you Eyes, crystal scorpions, flashing with crystal, crystal love. Let me use the gear of life, kiss your tears. Everything is over, I want to agree, even if I can't give happiness, I have to make you happy, I will stay forever, maybe there is no longer, in this life; do one bird parked on the window sill of the church, through Multicolored glass, see the happiest you walk through the red carpet.
Born, love is not extinguished, I don't care, who loves me, I only care for who I love, can I promise me, even if there is not tomorrow, today you have to smile, sunny.
(ten)
The head of the Rhine is dizzy, no stability;
"It's cool and cool, I am there, paradise?"
"Heaven shouldn't be very warm, falling from there,"
"Is there a hell here?"
"It turns out that I and I fall, not a world"
"It turns out that is just the case, is this?"
......
After a long time, Rhine woke up, lying on a mat; white, soft mat is placed in a basket of wheat, the size is justice. So comfortable, Rhine is watching the celestial flowers, is it dreamed of dreaming, or is dead, or. . . miracle. Rhein doesn't dare to think, move your arm, hurt, a bit of pain comes from the arm, and the door opened. Rhein is closed, and hurry to die. Suddenly I feel a pair of soft hands, followed by wet, rubbed back in my wound, hurting the Rheinra trembling wings. "Sorry, this is my first time ... a bird is hugging." The girl's unique sweet voice, Rhein squinted, got the girl around, the girl left, dark brown Pupil, pale yellow sweater, wearing a half-transparent pajamas, seeing the Rhein is really fainting. (eleven)
I put it out of a relaxed and scattered look, together with my friends, click, my soul is pulled, but fortunately, it is more powerful, and I can't let me go out. Snow has stopped, frost, my cousin, that is, Hong's sister's sister is coming out, "Brother, this is given to you." In fact, we don't have a little blood relationship, because another occasion邂逅, 邂逅; maybe I don't understand, but we really like brothers and sisters, the best brothers and sisters in the world. But I know that we are just so, because I know the future, there is a pair of eyes behind me, although I don't know who she is, but when her hand must be very special, I will say to me.
In this world, people can join the brothers, brothers, sisters, golden, brothers, brothers and brothers, for the forever trust, and have the same trust plus the oath; however, no one can promise for life, forever love, perfect Circle, you must need a person's departure, a successful recall for another person. I feel cold and cold, I don't consciously play a battle, frost, I saw it, I know the eyes of concern, she knows that I will not have the cabin, and I have taken a coat to give me a coat. "Thank you, I Good sister, my brother will always take care of you. "" Who told you to be my brother, go to you. "The frost is still coming to me. Our laughs.
(twelve)
I woke up again, I saw the girl sitting on the side of the writing desk, biting a pen, what is thinking. Rhein explored the head from the basket on the desk, quietly peeking about the contents of the diary; agly, I was found out by the girl; the girl's face brushed the blush, just like it is ripe. Tomato, but this is just a flash performance. When she realized that the Rhein is only a bird, a small trek is restored to nature; gently put the Rhine, put it in the diary, stroke Soft feathers are trying to avoid hurt injuries.
After a long time, I feel that there is water droplets on the back, wet, warm; look up to see the girl has been crying into a tears, Rhein wants to persuade her, but they have called two times, everything else Can't do it; the girl is still crying, the worse crying; finally buried his head into a thick diary.
The girl's cry gradually slowed down, slowly looked up, crystal big eyes have been red; Rhein jumped into the girl's hand, quietly sat on it, looked at the unknone, messy hair , The face, this is probably the situation when girls are sad; they are different from boys, like to hurt themselves. "This world, only you care about me ..." The girl has not stopped hanging.
"I think I haven't love him."
"I think we shouldn't be together, we will not have a future; even if it is now not good now."
"So I chose to break up."
"But whenever I see him in the school, I look at my eyes full of sadness, deep sadness ... I will be very sad, even though we are not a class, I usually have a small opportunity. Maybe he deliberately hides me; don't let me see him see my eyes. "
"In every no one night, I will miss him, even though I try to forget everything, but ..." The girl cried even more.
Maybe this is love, a painful happiness; listening, Rhein does not feel the pain in the wings, he is thinking, how can you let the girl are so good, suddenly, I think of a terrible problem, whether I have This day, becoming the protagonist of the story, or the narrator of the story.
(thirteen)
Is there too many coincidences in this world, let a story look so similar, just like a trading of old script; change people, but these characters, the same story, play the same psychological game; As you get hurt, you have to add new scars on the same wound until you don't care about the wound, you will not care about yourself; let it gradually rot, then die, with a rotten place, the whole heart.
I don't want to be the protagonist of the tragedy, and I don't want to be a narrator of the tragedy. I chose to escape; I don't have confidence in myself, I have no confidence in love, just suddenly lost the pain, I didn't feel the feeling of pain; It is not my own, it is very sad, but there is no desire of tears, I miss you very much, but I lost the courage of the opening.
So, let me lying quietly on the deck, listening to the wind playing the harp; I don't know where the wind will blow, but know it, from the heart, the original desire, the impulse, Humanity confession, dreaming. Blow, blow, let me live brave, give me the reason for me.
Everyone is in the paper plane, saying that the blessings are written on paper, then fold into the plane, you can bring blessings to the distant people.
(fourteen)
After a few months, the girl has recovered the spirit, and the injury of Rhine also couldn't heal. On a sunny morning, Rhine and girl bid farewell; although he wants to accompany the girl for a while, wait until she is completely well; but the shadow is constantly imposing in the Rhine's mind, and it is ridiculous every thoughts. Rhein can't stand it, you can't see you can't see you.
The girl is covered with a coat and puts the Rhein. The Rhein took a few wings, and he looked at the treetops. He looked back at the girl. He was hit by himself.
The way back is long. Rhein doesn't know how far, just walk along the river, flying towards the upstream; I don't know how many stars and the moon, until one day, Rhein smelled the taste of familiar sunflowers, not On the other side. Rhein Looking for the familiar Tower, familiar figure. But I didn't find it, everything is so strange, is this my world, I used to have a world, my fall, where are you. Rhein flying, the higher the horizon, looking for familiar things, only found that it is full of glacial, there is a fragment, a broken door panel, and a half ferrule, there are many trees, the number of truncated waists; this is Rhein The most reluctant to see, the most reluctant ... Maybe the dam broke out ... Maybe flood ... may ... Rhein is hovering in the air, still not gives up hope, although it is desperate; with the elevation, cold The wind is getting more and more embarrassing, with thin water, condenses the thin layer of ice crystals in the neck of the Rhine, and more icons that the angel is the gift. Suddenly, a violent cold wind came, and the air was torn.
Rhein has fallen in the direction, but the instinct is waving wings; suddenly, heard the sabotous sound.
The feathers are flying, this is the past life, it is the 对 来; the cloud is floating, it is not easy to forget everything, the sun is lazy from the land of the land.
A little bit, a little bit, slowly open your eyes. The sunshine is reflected in the clear cornea through the gap of the leaves, so bright, so bright.
Rhein opens his eyes and saw the whole world, immersed in the ocean of sunflowers. This may be a dream. Rhein found himself under a tree, looked up, and found that the familiar figure, fell and he greeted him. Maybe it's really a dream, Rhine Ning is willing to be a dream, sweet dream, sweet death. Death is under the afternoon, the love of people, although there is no romantic, but there is no but ...
Love until it is wounded; this may be a destined result.
(fifteen)
The ship stopped in the center of the lake and stopped. The only reason why the lake launched a lotion is nor, so, in the fog, the world is lost, and it is lost. In the world of this soul, I have never met each other. I will take out the discount, to the distance, my dream direction, crystal apple; gently, paper planes leave my hand along the air flow, take me heart of. Standing on the deck, being surrounded by confused fog, the happiness of being caught by the blurred look, the flying over the far ...
- Willing to be a snowflake, falling in your hand; melting because of your temperature. But is this necessary; this, is it possible? I have a pair of wings, but I am not an angel, my name is Rhine.
