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white mist rose sunshine the earth, in the final scene the clouds swallow the shuttle, the annual Chungui day, new ones along the old Green Tree. After all, so enough of the long winter, Wang Jin have snow, waves of sound of firecrackers, the road on both sides of the leaves of the trees began to change.

both sides of the street trees have abandoned last year's leaves, leaves might turn in the air, wind snow and generally dance, and then lie on the road, an attached one, after all, paved roads, The early cars like a boat slowly across the road, usually in the tail may also wish to drag the boat swirling ripples, ripples like bees and butterflies closely followed the car slowly forward.

spring, such as music, blown leaves, drifting away and rolled into the stream turned into a boat, heading out to sea. Leaves quietly [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], quietly lying on the sidewalk to rest and look to benefit from the leaves of the sun; leaves gently, gently fall to spend the grass breathe, breathe the oxygen from the spring's most delicious; leaves idly Lazy to fall in the old gray hair, like a baby usually enjoy the time slow.

noon, people may feel at home and sleep in the street is too quiet, and the other with warm sunshine and flowers microstrip oxygen, I do have an urge to sleep. That extreme, I wanted to lethargy and stepping forward with eyes closed, listening to leaves touch the ground when the issue of language, like sleeping with eyes closed and deep breathing, hidden in the air sucked out of the time, wanted him to slow down the pace of a hurry. Trance, I like lying on the green grassland, the wind blowing my hair, he was sleeping in my arms leaves, bees and butterflies all around any noisy, I do not care, only when it is quiet and tranquil environment, and added an landscape.

come back to, I still walk the earth in silence before the trip, occasional passers-by with my passing, slowly passing cars occasionally white treasure, sometimes fluttering leaves stop flying tired my head. Way back way back, I go back, quiet patch of slowly building to put memories of the city, like the spare time to sit down quietly tea. Yeah

leaves [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], dead leaves, quietly twist your next spring, and then you take the distance [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], you slow down the clock for my, I was able to have time to look at clouds drift freely in the sky , I was able to have time to look at each leaf trance Side flakes from the air. The quiet and peaceful afternoon stroll, that piece of loose powder leaves fluttering gave me a good imagination.

Then, groups of dead leaves and the wind would be cleaner to clean the dust together, after all, included in the dust in the leaves. Restore the road clean, busy and stressful life has begun. I hope to see under the leaves float slowly look, because in the process of falling leaves, I found that moment of happiness and well-being, in my heart a little bit sense of security. When the leaves return to dust, I will continue my life.



(Editor: Juelian Red)