Waiting, coloring the mountains and water course

　　Waiting for a person, like a dull cloud, long, endless, the whole life, but also just for that moment of meeting. A colorful attack on the wait, just to color the heart flowers, fury in the brow, mountains, and mountains, and water, in the dream hometown, spring flowers to spread, butterflies dance warbler cry, bee dance flower fragrance, red bloom green a journey, green diffuse wrist, wait galloping heart deeply, you come, I came, fate came!

　　Waiting, just like the celadon waiting, silent, quietly listening, the thousand-year-old voice, calling up the initial window, a taste always as one in the heart. Taste that side of the bright green bamboo forest, once there is your time, fragrance floating, thoughts based on the central, heart sound over, you, me, heaven and earth, green embraced, fall into the sleeve of the thought up. Waiting for the swirling circle, the small building of the fence repair, the piano, and the serenade together, all the dreams, is that mountain that water extravagant hope.

　　The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you are looking for. Sometimes as in the spring paragraph whispering; sometimes if the summer romantic; sometimes as in the autumn sultry peace; sometimes if the winter is deep heavy. The time to remove the makeup, but also for the thought, leaving a trace of white, a wisp of quiet so that the wait can swim between the eyes, this love can wait, no matter when!

　　In the spring, waiting for a quiet bud, the heart tender green landscape, the color of a branch. The heart is dewy and light, coming slowly, waiting for the spring breeze and rain, moistening the small pool of thoughts, buds, flowers, lush a wall, and a wall. The colorful dream of the landscape, together with the pleasant wind, blowing and passing, the waves of flowers undulating, a light fragrance diffused through each other's days, waiting, waiting for the water green Jiangnan shore, the other side of the flower will open as expected.

　　Spring-like waiting, not yet a sweeping eye, the footsteps of summer, in the smell of the paper, the taste of quietly drifting across the ocean, intensifying the thoughts. Waiting becomes so strong, in a lot of pistils, scattered a city of fragrance, the wind sensed, the rain heard the strong thoughts, dripping a course of smoke and rain heavy building. The lush green colorful, chic, charming, are waiting on the canvas, singing, and dancing, rambling a scoop of warmth, read, wind up, rain up, flowers curl up!

　　Waiting, sometimes if autumn, the end of the song, retreating from the attire, scattered yellow leaves, the breeze over, Cersei cool, thin rain thin read a wave of three. The coolness of the wait, the influx of Xiao dark streets, there is a gloomy color pen, lingering thin shadow. The lonely station, alone, all alone, just a person's watch. Courtyard deep, yellow leaves cold, waiting if the autumn wind, autumn rain, endowed with a lack of moon a cold snow reverie!

　　When the warm water drowned, the cold wind, waiting for indifference into ice, expectations dusted into the snow, walking around, stopping the station silent countless days and nights, waiting for a paper into a blank, etc. as if winter. The tender feelings between the fingers evolved into countless wind and snow, a few wishes into the vain, cold, and despondent attack, forlorn gaze, gloomy, can not walk away from the wall, endless, where to go, read slightly cold, less direction.

　　The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you are looking for. Whether it is green or red, the leaves return to their roots, and so always change the lapel, sometimes charming, and sometimes quiet to white, a thoughtful pen, the wind and clouds change, coloring the landscape a journey.

　　Waiting, coloring the landscape course. The flow of thoughts, through the waiting corridor, stepping through the pink walls of the alleys, crowded through the sea of urban fireworks, there is always a romance, is the first window of the other side of the flower; there is always a city of fireworks, is the bride of the distant mountains; there is always a corner of this coloring, allowed to wait for the flowers to bloom!