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| When I first saw you, you climbed up the tree house and hung a bunch of wind chimes in the window. You said, this is the messenger of the wind, and listen to the wind, and listen to the bells. When the first morning light was scattered through the clouds, the orioles began to sing merrily at your window. You stretch out of the little tree house service apartment hong kong, but are surprised at the bamboo shoots and the exposed mushrooms in front of the house. I stood behind the tree and watched you smile. It's great that you read a candy house at the window of a treehouse, and you're filled with a fairy tale. I call you under the tree, you look out the round little head, the broken hair touches the wind bell, makes it jingle and jingle, makes you tickle and chuckle; Your smile, from now on carved into all my memory. The mountain stream that is murmuring, clear to the bottom; You'll have a good look and a little rumble. Later, you walked on the rocks in the stream, and sang an unknown song. Even the stream was in a happy mood. I knocked on the tree hole under the house, and I went to the lovely rabbit's neighbor to listen to your whereabouts and to find the trees of the rainbow. You have fallen asleep under the tree, with a basket of autumn leaves and a deep, shallow breath. You sleep like a child, and I squat down, pick up a small leaf, and turn and put it in your basket. You lie on the pile of wood master of nursing hong kong, solemnly write your heart on an autumn leaf, and write one after another; I quietly stand behind you and watch, hoping that the bee can bring a jar of honey, a lovely wish. You buried a pot full of wishes into the fields in front of the house, hoping for your blessing. Ease the growth of fruit trees fell mature fruit, and on the ground, you may one by one under the tree, the side to pick up the frontier fruit into the mouth, with sweet and sour, a face to meet you, will you also don't forget to grab a few red fruit, and gave the elephant couple next door. You look at the misty rain curtain at the window, watching the rain fall by the small. You say you are going to see the rainbow in the woods, and hear the last drizzle falling into the mud, you darting down the tree house, I am with you behind you, the pupil of a small run. The woods after the rain, the birds sing, the leaves light, the tip of the leaf occasionally drops a remnant of raindrops, caught off guard, wet your forehead several strands of hair wine tasting course hong kong. You stop, turn around, your eyes are full of laughter, the rain is so naughty. The seeds of dandelion float away in the wind, you chase it running in the grass; Later, after running tired, you finally and body in the grass to sleep in the deep sleep, the child, you slowly, dandelion will wait for you, I will wait for you. You say, you want to go far away, and go to the nearest day, good boy, your heart the corner of the room have so a good soft, pure blue sky, let your heart more transparent bright day by day. You lay on the grass, looking up at these stars, looking at it the appearance of hundreds of millions of years, the arms of the stars, I tell you about the story of the stars, you imagine one night, a group of stars fell, visit your tree house, knocking on you crack, brown wooden door. |
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| ( 心情隨筆｜心情日記 ) |
