Time, please take me away

The sky with rain, crept spring breeze, MaiLang crop shout that hit the DuZhongShu ramshackle door.
Dream, leaves piaoxiang me, with my thoughts on wings... Just like multicolored rhombohedrons lens, kept flashing my childhood vaguely memory.
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Blacklist is row of eucommia, accompanied the stand out fragrance, picking the blowing leaves in soft wind, seem to see the childhood want to touch of height. Abrupt, the winds took my hand leaves. Look, the leaves turn into the mountains, is casual at first glance. A green hoodwinked my eyes, flashing in mind with all kinds of memory, I tried to efforts to identify, however can't... I suddenly felt very sad, time away for so long, I have some fuzzy. In my time of mottled stay role, all you who went where, whether also know someone miss this place.
I cannot remember first flower is when, the only remember flowers open, spread by early gorgeous, beauty so stifling. I like a UFO and flew to spend wild, wild flower lost. Disorderly fly thousands of flower, flower and any sound laugh, felt warm warm wind, Yang. On the other side of the mountain, a red sun hung in treetops with haven't sting of fog, and wisps of the wood smoke piaoqi creek cloudiness awakens the sleeping earth. Sideways listen, with children in the laughter, the hovering echoed folks were also wake them, then dance, in my roof play not only, refused to leave. Give ear, babbling Brooks flapping holding the breeze of rock, splashing a little brook, in a sunny morning splash glows in to what is dazzling, okay. The trees beside the advantage of this machine is to show off his posture, MiaoMan falls in rolling brook, is the envy of fish swim drag meshach and scramble to appreciate.herve leger united states
Childhood, the matchless puerile me, looking at the end of the road, back in the wind, the schoolbag heart warming Yang waiting. Happy childhood, why? Childhood ignorance and cherubic, no lie, nature is not so much trouble. Time passed quickly, however, in the wind medium to the rain is sound broken. The crowd often filled with hypocrisy and numb, see the blue sky, and see yourself, rather use endless busy time for the so-called life, also do not like to see the sunset sky. Support Frantically chasing worldly fame and wealth, forget the blue sky, but accused me of live in your YiZao does not exist in the world. They know only the wind messed up hair, but don't know also mingled with the flowers.
Listen, Brooks's footsteps... The matchless naive me, forget the road, toward the feet in the fragrance of flower, blossom, waiting in the rain until I return again. Back at the lens, was so very far apart in. Faithless, distortion. Is fickle, or time fickle, and I have divided not clear.