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Spring rain make the strength of the underground the, end up mountains and silent. Quietly for fog, the castle peak and wrapped in the village. But we still come, for the small villages in the fog, in order to mythical lotus three cliff, in order to meet again after separation wiom infant formula.

Spring rain pour heart finally fell through the mountains, the castle peak level slowly, ink miraculously appeared in the mountains at the foot of the village. The mountains the dream the white cloud at that moment, fade in the lithe and graceful body appearance, such as dust layer upon layer of gauze of elegant.

Rain gas reel off raw silk from cocoons miraculously went away, after the rain of the village with xu some cool idea. At a time when season of loquat yellow ripeness, bluestone road are clearly a seaside walk under the flourishing of loquat. Village women under the tree stood on tiptoe into my hand a picked a few, then zhankai smiling faces of family wiom infant formula. A few golden loquat let me eyes fever, this tiny village has lifted me nostalgic mood.

His best friend's yard antique chic, nowhere not sending out the glow. The desk lamp of light yellow in the random extremely soft, greasy, warm each other's eyes, also stack up a lot of care. I choose one of the most soft posture of the window, and felt the house full of warmth; I use one of the most relaxed mood leaning out of the window gauze the clouds like to feel the peace of distant.

Never know who is caught off guard with a let me turn, can be in the moment I turned and, find out of the window has been improved, lotus appeared three walls made of strange beauty outline, nearly so exaggerated, high so abrupt. Fills the air in a cloud of three cliffs in continuously show is the cliff body of furong colors, tits light colour, castle peak spring light light cloud wiom 2, so beautiful scenery panoramic view, this is clearly a big beautiful traditional Chinese painting, is a picture from the day and the vertical, amazing Chinese painting! Every time I looked at, isn't that random house painting shade? Yes, the traditional Chinese painting of the curtain! The wind seems to be static, spring rain didn't come back, only clever white mist still in three cliff continues to depict the pale pink.

Old friends together, drink is carrying water wind suction is blue, the air is the way we were drunk, fan is a curtain hanging of the traditional Chinese painting.