I was her flying kites

My home town there is a river, bubbling streams, flat of river profile since the distance KuanZhan big, overlooking the river, shallow bright shop is like the air on the river in a flash of silver, gently.
The river never stays, and it echoes of our heart, let we often go to the direction of flow to look it, with our hearts with it, that we would imagine that the outside world.
Each one of us is home do a kite, wind river is the power off, it will take us to the river directions, in the sky in a series of shadow, to leave open a belong to oneself heaven and earth, and this piece of heaven and earth and the very depths of the shadow.sheldonszw88 yaplog blog
The river to our ideal, we took off for the ideal. We are flying kites, water home life's journey, is our journey.
See the perennial tree at the old trees, see the return of the smoke because Chinese and shaking. To migrate feet, to fly up to the sky wings, smoke is never can pull a rope. As the tree and its branches as many of the road, and only a starting point, each person to leave, take one according to the green leaves, it has left a root.
This world, to keep the house, take leave not is not the road. Years can't put out a hand for you to take the past, the cloud, but we should not forget, is the hometown church we how to walk.
When we finished our journey back to hometown, is in the leaves. So the years, the leaves on the trees in succession, kinda fallen leaves make shakes on the way home, we stepped on the warm carpet to see his mother.
All the Chinese will not forget, that brought us the ideal river, the tree gave birth to us, let us for growth and green, and let us mature and yellow tree I want to say, as a hometown new flying kite, I'm going to pick your smile, steps and wind, with your love to do with your kind of lamp, having son, I do want to lit it, in heart, lifetime does not forget the way home.brittanyszw88 yaplog blog
I want to sunflower, a summer with the same hope in the sun, only to beat their hand collection of the wealth. With the accumulation of wealth, I life upon the warm carpet, in that old tree below and a little fertilizer, even a handful in the river mouth, let more kites for it and take off.
I go out, hometown is my ideal starting point, I return home is the end of my life.