Throughout the winter, no snow north, the North has not stopped. Days an light, warm light. The calendar is a new change, not torn pages, as long as gently over a few, from the simple several characters, you can see the Spring Festival ".
Throughout the winter, no snow north, the North has not stopped. Days an light, warm light. The calendar is a new change, not torn pages, as long as gently over a few, from the simple several characters, you can see the Spring Festival ".
Even in the north, with a catch, can also put the sun hold in the palm. The day is lazy, from morning to night, eat, watch TV, go to bed. The northern winter is so. Busy is part of the spring, summer and autumn, the cold season to rest and recreation.
When long-distance car ride back, is already noon, warm sun, lets the human generated illusion. Get off not long, father drove up, not to speak, the luggage into the car, I sat down, put the car upside down, along the road to return.
If the removal of her mother's accident, the week I was back in time, for two years, I have not set foot in this stand aloof from worldly success, small town quiet warm. The sun, the breeze is blowing shakes the barley, layer upon layer of green wave has been spread, no end, no matter from which angle, can bring the most simple, the most essential moved.
Perhaps, I need is so touching. Abandon the flashy appearance, with the most pure, the most true way of existence. I know this is very far away, like eyes narrowed, and the winter sun eye pupil, the warmth is very short, but at least it is existed.
Like the mature and stable, the forthcoming and distant, walking very slowly, thin thin yellow, implies wisdom.
What is there to be agitated? Mother of the small garden, coriander has grown very lush, green cabbage can be light of heart from care growth, even the sparrows flying, are too lazy to stop arguing on the wire, find a few food, then, to fly back to the nest, feeding the young bird.
The general flow is not anxious not to normal, stable. The bare branches of the trees, was about to leave, the afterglow still remain in the sky, the yellow light falls in remote villages and fields, down to the very far, very far.
The grey Pug sat quietly, the setting sun in its eyes, began the long walk. Wo in haystacks kitten, was squinting nap. Perhaps, the wind at this time here, just, I brush, forgot to bring back.
Winter, that is, stubborn, bright, and some quiet dive, quietly.

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