Been waiting for snow
Once a girl told me a beautiful picture, I always wanted to borrow the words to it written down and not let it and go in general, with time lost and gone. However, a whole winter passed, and I have not done anything, althoughdescribe fantasy again, just to make a further taste of their own grief and joy in life and survive. Finally, until now, I beat the keyboard, not my fantasy to thed brewing words to express the beautiful, but something, do not limit stop, it lost its original The value of beauty.
A quiet evening, Which the chimney is also released into the air with white smoke, white smoke it up helicopter ah, skip the roof, go past the Castle Peak, seem to travel around the world, without being dispersed by the wind before the gaze a long time and its relationship with the earth. Whose silent at this time is light music in the ring, filled in the mountains around the mt one. Night church bells will bring blink of an eye, the whole world will be dark, dark, and only entrance to the village which lamp also exudes orange to ah! Snow began falling raging. Late at night, people are silent, big snow, snow whitf prayer, hands had carefully protected the memory. I know, that night a long time since many of the world, things change for her. Where the light is warm, where the snow is slow, there is quiet a long night, where the wait is forever ... ...
Many nights, I would stare out the window and see people coming and going out the window, and sometimes I will wait a long time, but no one through. Sometimes smiling, sometimes they are sad. I always picturassers-by told me a lot of beautiful pictures, many of the beautiful name of the place, many beautiful master call, unfortunately I can not remember. I like the old saying goes, grown old, gray hair, such as snow and the mountains of wrinkles as the years. I stood there, swallows have been laughing my head off, Rainbow hartunately, those who can recall, I either late soon died, and that is like a dream in images like - wait.
She waiting for? Is the memory or the future? Whatever it is, I believe she will smile every night, heart, people are looking forward to not feel afraid. She will think, ah! Tomorrow, I accidentally fell asleep at the time, he will appear, he would use that warm hands stroked my face, he would use that sweet voice to the songs I began to hum a child, I am so happy to snuggle in his arms, until, I do not wake up. From liuxuepaper.com.
She waiting for? Is the memory or the future? Whatever it is, I believe she will smile every night, heart, people are looking forward to not feel afraid. She will think, ah! Tomorrow, I accidentally fell asleep at the time, he will appear, he would use that warm hands stroked my face, he would use that sweet voice to the songs I began to hum a child, I am so happy to snuggle in his arms, until, I do not wake up.