Then bloom _ 90 years old young girl

Bloom, at that time, I heard a crack bud racing bloom bloom, at that time, I saw numerous scenes of flying insect joy bloom, at that time, I dreamed of a colourful dreams you smile at me in the peach blossoms in full bloom, reminds me of the phrase "peach blossom face the Red" poem. Imagine you are the beautiful woman of the year, affectionate, gentle, kind-hearted woman. Is a poet, "peach blossom still smiling spring breeze" desolation behind. After hundreds of years of spring spring, woman still bright, but I'm not what you waiting for, is nothing but a passer-by. See all of a sudden, a wisp of smoke in front of you, amiability. Always thought it was a dream, but I never woke up, I have been following you to illusion of smoking. Until I was tired, stop and suddenly found a beautiful paradise. The slowly rotating water tankers, issued a squeak old broken sound, there are clear swing swinging bridge, the sound of running water, the distance, it seems there was laughter of children. I looked up and saw good color chic fly kites in the sky, so relax. Looking for, whether Mr Tao said the working people, they also in ancient Chinese clothes, old tools, old life. I want to meet them, and I say a lingering period of ancient mythology. Will, I am this way, never wanted to go home. Suddenly, I'd love to Mum sth A group of birds after all the sound stop abruptly, see you on the water's edge waved to me, trying to catch up with you, afraid you've lost it over and over again. Suddenly, what do you see? one of the big swallow-tail Butterfly fly away from my eyes elegant. I know it's you! you said one day, you want to be turned into a swallowtail butterfly, fly away with the Sun. I looked up, a Golden Sun days, lost paradise around me. What is Green? Green is as green as you want to drop out of juice, you want on the soft grass, enjoy the Sun. But afraid to lie down, green grey clothes for themselves. Warm winds across the face, stir my long hair covered his eyes, saw many beautiful flowers, opened a large expanse, and a variety of colors, famous Word from there, I can't put a name, not beauty I can't find a better word to describe. Right now, I also messed up footed, and refrain from their own feelings, falling tears, wanted and the color of one, even just a nameless little grass, even if it is a grain of loess! despite gray clothes, lying down, through the Green, I do not know where to go? desperately to stretch out your hand, would like to have something to grab, you reach out and white arms sth Do you want to fall? how do no sinking feeling? how has no sense of panic? when you're gone?, and where, I? look around how Golden? well familiar with good old feeling, at which point the scene, deja vu. It was not long ago, a dream, dreaming of you, there is this golden rice fields, you're wearing a white dress, standing in the wind, with your hair, what is real or a dream? why I can't tell anymore? that was you? swaying in the wind a long dress, is that I don't understand long poem, running toward you, why is a desolate? is it is virtual, is an empty object is sth Falling snowflakes, knows, you brought me through the four seasons. each season with his own beautiful, brilliant lived for three months of its own. Pick up the falling snowflakes, I saw your face of loneliness if he fell, fell sorrow to prosperity. After the wind, I know, what are you waiting for spring, there will be a sneak peep out small green head, with the laughter and joking, the world entered the season of bloom. Would you do with them, came to the Earth, said to me, you don't leave! I'm after when he had said these words, I have always been very clear that I am doing an impossible dream, dream party early wake up, wake up later, I also understand that you are not on my side. I didn't know I would like a few years ago, the dream of you will wake up from a dream in tears, although I am not familiar with the world the boys grow into a man, but I still like to cry, though I said I no longer cry with you, because you don't like a boy was always crying. While I learn to forget all your memories, you can forgive me, could be made to all I said. Suddenly one fragrance floating, aromas put the wonder is not in the body, soul, float fly over rendering, like Wu Peng ship sitting in your home, that you want to take me to your region. Subtle aroma is peach blossom, peach of the March, drove some tragic, but lonely. Quiet, open overnight, don't care about other people's eyes, silently, blooming their wonderful, everything is not important. After a big rain of petals, ending the short life, with no regrets, except for their beauty, has nothing to do with anyone. Bloom, at that time, a good spring, I lay red peach loneliness, saw you as yan's good time, you stretch out your hand, I swing, I understand that, you must learn to forget your sth Grains of new core Dongfeng, lonely peach different red!