Fish language
lala001 | 07 February, 2010 21:17
... ... School bells ring knock afternoon light of winter solitude. Pick up the practical training of all accounting information, there is no tidy up all crammed into a bag on the inside, and then a turn around, habitually blank out the left hand, right hand and gently expel from one corner of bag, from the back door to escape the hustle and bustle The bustling classrooms.
A person walking in the empty corridor, I do not know the cold and warm this winter, or how far Xinyu Xin, I just feel cold, my heart kept trembling, cold to even the illusion of a beautiful also knot on the thick layer of frost.
The corridor outside, one by one with a strange masked figure close to the cold, like the cement pavement as the wind drifted across a hurry, leaving no less than the slightest trace can be traced.
Out of the corridor and found that the sun is 45 degree angle to sway its unusual warmth. That warmth floating down a lake water, happens to a few idle has nothing better to do the ducks across the water, this time spread of the Watermark opportunity to proudly show off its dazzling light effect, however, expressed concern that it is this moves of people who had that kind of pathetic ... ...
Lake breeze head slowly whisk to blow the name of my thoughts. I stopped inexplicably in the footsteps of a long waft gently leaned on a lake shore sharp metal railing, left to the sun this winter with impunity invade my empty heart heaven and earth. Days, or my day off at clouds, rainbow flashing the sky deep You Lan; land or my land, spider silk Tim sunny corner, Dieyi drying powder squid dance, while the vast sunny sky was shrouded under a lush wilderness, endless horizon, looming mountain stream shuttling back and forth clear bottomed streams. I imagined himself is a quiet mountain stream, the stream was hidden inside a thousand fish, as if undisturbed and independent, free to march in the gaps between the stones. My scales bright, fresh and tidy, I have soft and thin, his eyes shone bright calm. All of nature with the wings gently move my breath, I gently closes his eyes, quietly feeling kept trained on the surface from a distant spring temperature.
"In Why!" One happened to be passing students tapped me on the shoulder.
"Hush ... ..."
I am more than a gesture, to continue to cling to each lake railings heartily into the embrace of the sky. I clearly heard the whispers of a lake where the fish, there are bushes not far from the plot.
Those who appear before our eyes every day, but the grass had turned a blind eye at the moment are planning a launch a war against humanity, and said they will step on us all day and never thought in their head of their feelings of hate guy them altogether into their servants and slaves.
Those fish and the water, said: "bring us about it! A lake fish, the gray space is really not a place to stay, we are ready as you went to the distant mountain stream without human footprint stream to camp."
I have nothing more to say to his head and looked at the sky, and the light laughter. Just do not know it was a laugh how pale and weak.
Gradually dark days down. I passed a lake holding a bag above the Rainbow Bridge, they are like this call Natiao bridge.
Unwittingly I have returned to the dormitory, I put bags thrown aside, turned around simply lying in bed, my mind kept reverie with himself stayed in the remote mountain streams where the clear stream of a fish, because I have a with this world who also can not imagine the water-like stuff.
A person walking in the empty corridor, I do not know the cold and warm this winter, or how far Xinyu Xin, I just feel cold, my heart kept trembling, cold to even the illusion of a beautiful also knot on the thick layer of frost.
The corridor outside, one by one with a strange masked figure close to the cold, like the cement pavement as the wind drifted across a hurry, leaving no less than the slightest trace can be traced.
Out of the corridor and found that the sun is 45 degree angle to sway its unusual warmth. That warmth floating down a lake water, happens to a few idle has nothing better to do the ducks across the water, this time spread of the Watermark opportunity to proudly show off its dazzling light effect, however, expressed concern that it is this moves of people who had that kind of pathetic ... ...
Lake breeze head slowly whisk to blow the name of my thoughts. I stopped inexplicably in the footsteps of a long waft gently leaned on a lake shore sharp metal railing, left to the sun this winter with impunity invade my empty heart heaven and earth. Days, or my day off at clouds, rainbow flashing the sky deep You Lan; land or my land, spider silk Tim sunny corner, Dieyi drying powder squid dance, while the vast sunny sky was shrouded under a lush wilderness, endless horizon, looming mountain stream shuttling back and forth clear bottomed streams. I imagined himself is a quiet mountain stream, the stream was hidden inside a thousand fish, as if undisturbed and independent, free to march in the gaps between the stones. My scales bright, fresh and tidy, I have soft and thin, his eyes shone bright calm. All of nature with the wings gently move my breath, I gently closes his eyes, quietly feeling kept trained on the surface from a distant spring temperature.
"In Why!" One happened to be passing students tapped me on the shoulder.
"Hush ... ..."
I am more than a gesture, to continue to cling to each lake railings heartily into the embrace of the sky. I clearly heard the whispers of a lake where the fish, there are bushes not far from the plot.
Those who appear before our eyes every day, but the grass had turned a blind eye at the moment are planning a launch a war against humanity, and said they will step on us all day and never thought in their head of their feelings of hate guy them altogether into their servants and slaves.
Those fish and the water, said: "bring us about it! A lake fish, the gray space is really not a place to stay, we are ready as you went to the distant mountain stream without human footprint stream to camp."
I have nothing more to say to his head and looked at the sky, and the light laughter. Just do not know it was a laugh how pale and weak.
Gradually dark days down. I passed a lake holding a bag above the Rainbow Bridge, they are like this call Natiao bridge.
Unwittingly I have returned to the dormitory, I put bags thrown aside, turned around simply lying in bed, my mind kept reverie with himself stayed in the remote mountain streams where the clear stream of a fish, because I have a with this world who also can not imagine the water-like stuff.
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