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Wipe the tears fell on the heart, is the memory remains. Memories so bleak, wander the catch back to the past. The filters we will leave, remember thousand tree honeysuckle. Curl years, reed green, little inch, empty Mongolia misty rain, and the world of sorrow Шопинг в Гонконге.
Lights wanes to the close, Shimizu Akika. The road thin figure, how many memories about, according to Bing Xin, the tenderness of 100 turn bitter thought. Look at the distant, Huaying pinting, misty rain early.
The shadow to the bridge side of the teahouse, tea colored sell fiddling with the cup, the tea taste, once drunk people, have forgotten......
The shadow on the lethe river boat, the ferryman ferry passengers to the other side of the river, the other side of the scenery, have seen people, never to return......
Riverside maples, I do not know what year taken missing root.
He looked at the other side of the scenery... Diffuse mountain cuckoo, cuckoo lament to come, whine. This mountain of Qi with blood red, her tears, red in this land. This is a deep love of soul flower, is also bitter love with plenty of gentleness. Cuckoo cry night, endless, be reluctant to part of Du Yu by the spring breeze, like know Liu state, such as bird identification with celecoxib feeling.
Through the gloomy, into a dismal picture.
This is a piece of Putian everywhere silver sand, is this piece of silver sand breeds is Lopnur and Milan love. He gave up everything to cross the desert innocence, Lumiereshe saved the desert blackout he. They fall in love but encounter Fengshen block. Blind Lopnur and broke both legs of the Milan far apart. Thoughts such as knife urges a person old, Milan daily thoughts, will hair dyed hair, tears flow into the river rolling together, together in a crystal of the lakes and marshes. This, Lop Nor.
Miss disease, she is always the soul of death, that Lop Nor will vanish in the night, only to leave the land of the silver sand. Perhaps, this is miss white hair .  

Go on home soil, I smell the fragrance always wondered land home raised me, oneself how to return attached to their hometown! There have been many successful people, for his hometown, donate to build roads, nursing homes and other good, but my heart is willing but the flesh is weak, I'm just a village teacher, economic constraints, can not build facilities for the home investment, incapable of action in the matter. But I contemplate, I want to play my own characteristics, I want to bring from home and children have the honor is the hometown of the children of my students, give them more love, more care of sunshine Dr Reborn, I will put on the hometown of sincere love in them, they are the home of hope, they both the development of good may make our hometown more beautiful, the hometown of fertile black land, clear water rearing their strong body. Their roots and I the same deep in the hometown of the soil, the hometown of affection and love is forever hold a emotional line of us, no matter where we go, will the heart beloved hometown, hometown, hometown of gratitude.
Home one soil to nourish us, we is the hometown of the son. We have an obligation and responsibility to let the home become more beautiful, that piece of land for generations living let us burst out the new vitality, hull. We tried to build their homes into neat and bright, like the tree house, green bonuses, clear river, duck and goose flocks, new rural fish cruise, good children we do hometown filial.
Do not know from the start, young people gradually out of the quiet village, there came out from the school gate to students, some are packed up and went home to fight the migrant workers, even some people across the country, into the overseas chinese. The quiet villages become more lonely. With the go team is constantly growing, is on the age of the old women and old men and left-behind children rest in the village, they still cling to the garden only. The hometown people's desire to pursue a better life for life no ground for blame, face toward the Loess back upturned time has gone for ever, the city life convenient and prosperous attracted young people's eyes, stimulate desire, they create beautiful new life in the outer side of their work Dr Reborn, work hard, strive to create their own future life wonderful.
See the lonely home, I can not help but have a sad, really hope home thriving and prosperous up instead of down, the hometown of the black land can also open the beautiful flowers, the motherland nine million six hundred thousand square kilometers are not many-storied buildings, black land is great, lovely scenes garden is always beautiful scenery. I hope my hometown aspiring young blood, good man, can stop the rush of out of step, can be based on the present, creating a career in hometown, hometown, after all, the circle of the moon, the hometown of the most pleasant scenery. I hope to find the village from the students to give advice and suggestions for the development of hometown, providing intellectual support, so that home early to plug in the wings to fly Dr Reborn.  

"Tick tock..." A drop of rain in the delicate as ceramic tile brick "tick......" , and is a drop of rain, is not anxious not to knock tile sound, melodious, presumably, that "Yu Zhu Falls Silver" also just so so, but, it never like ancient downtown hall on millions of bells ensemble Zhuang Zhongshe Rong, clearly is like that of the delicate and lively
Drizzle such as silk, slowly woven into a layer of the huge white gauze Dr Reborn, the people and things are covered in the meantime, misty shadows, shadows of the leaves, a vague, indistinct, could not see, the mood, like a pair of dense ink painting. Between trance, I seem to see a woman in the rain to rise and dance in a happy mood, her sleeves up, down, sideways, rotating, review, eyebrow in the smiling. Her lithe body, temperament elegant steps, Zoran
But, the next moment, the breeze rolled up, that person would not see, only broken strand of pearls a rolled in the dust
I hold the umbrella, listening to the rain black slate issued a "Ding Ding Dong" sound, slowly walk on.
Full use of dew on the leaves, increasingly green, the color, like drops of water. Pear stained with a little rain, love attitude. The growth of all things on the occasion, listen with bated breath, the distance seems to be came the melodious ancient bell sound, and suddenly into my mind, tracts, narcissus.
The rain, the distant lighthouse far brighter, reflects the dark yellow light, warm and peaceful.
The scene in the rain a little more clearly.
The wind blew the leaves of willow wicker, dance with the wind, to cast a shadow. The nose is the fragrance of the soil, plant fragrance, the taste of water molecules, in hindsight, Dr Reborn the whole people are refreshed up.
Slowly, the rain began to turn small, trail is almost invisible to the naked eye, can only feel the granular texture of skin to upload, gentle and soft, comfortable. Through the hazy white gauze, my thoughts right back to the very distant past -- -- who is that a Su Yi in the light dial string, who is standing in the battlefield exclamation between the mountains and rivers, who sat on the high wall looked at the distance, who is a military uniform The enemy approached the walls.
The night blowing, reed sound cold, as if even the air became cold chill up
No, no, I think there must be other what, and what? Perhaps, and the shadows of deep water, the gurgling, song hidden around the mountain, the stone steps on the green moss Slowly, in you imperceptibly, night, already very deep, the black sand, paint very uniform in the sky.
I drifted off that God, who house of flowers, the flower falls whose home, who was smiling, who in such rainy day sunny day.
I am steady steady hands umbrella, look increasingly blurred in front of, want to turn head, set foot on the road paved with stones. Oh, it's raining, that tomorrow will be a fine day, isn't it?
Suddenly remembered a poem "pink complex containing persistent rain, catkins more to the DPRK smoke", more to the DPRK smoke, more to the DPRK smoke, Dr Reborn smoke more to be in, well, then curl of smoke