18th
I love my treasure
I love my treasure
I am afraid of a person stays during the night the evening frequently, I will often be absent-minded, suddenly loneliness, the suddenly feeling was thin and cool, the heart had not depended on. Fear a lot of things like fireworks, the fall in the twinkling of an eye, then a scene of deathly stillness, always fear all improvement perhaps will become visionary hope because of a certain special reason, a heart huddles oneself up in the desolate and cold winter wind. Having read too much tragic novels a lot of years ago, they sprouted in my heart.
Other style in May of that year is winding, even all full of happy fragrance in the air, the small grass is rolling about on the ground great rejoicingly, a variety of visual fields in riotous profusion of flower, in the misted place of the eyes, has cut apart the high building standing abreast of this city, the happiness blows against one’s face from what has been breathed out from all directions. You stands by my body, hold my hands, a face is loved dearly and had pity for!
We have nearer experiences, can talk on soul freely, what that kind of bosom friend took is loved dearly and had pity for always in some with fixed attention smile of crowding the upper corner of the mouth for a moment, life really if you say: Change unpredictably. I actually feel self-humiliation and timid hiding at pessimism at heart, often one contract in a certain corner, the timid and timid one is looked up and down around. You smile, stretch out both hands, my meticulous holding them, follow you, ape sedulously, at heart corner a certain have whom ice split melt screech. At that time, the world did not have, had you only! With a kind of posture jeered at by common people, the unshakable altar in the heart of trend, desperate suffocating, bring pure extinction, seem decades time brings great changes to the world, bake down the shade in heart unexpectedly, one ruin clean, the callous heart of bar spring breeze brush suddenly, everything lives again, the growth that the happiness spurts from each dark corner stands up. While fiddling with the bryophyte by the colored platform again, tenderness was lofty or bottomless unexpectedly, the sand and soil clutched in the hand, that leaked out is to hope, it is mutual tenderness that is held, the heart, at that time, the ripples stands up in the warm spring breeze, ferment and swell and is packed with the whole atrium, like one small flower, in go through several wait, parcel to burst calyx, the ones that stung held and is put it under the blue sky and white cloud.
The old Chinese scholartree in the corner, sweet-smelling alcohol welcoming Silk Road and spending the rain again. The light yellow bunches of delicate and shy ones of flower of Chinese scholartree hang low, like a slender bride is covering the head of covering, thin delicate fragrance that distribute, come out by every place from whole body, fill the air all around, whom wind for late spring tease play, a burst of perfume corrodes the body and mind. While going for an outing in early spring last year, we stood on the hill-side, in face of the wind, there is not a sentence of speech, but can see tenderness in mutual eyes, you call out me gently: Treasure! I throw it with a long pupil, I say a prayer in the heart: Spring when it is the next year can not definitely,unless here in flower, people here,feeling in!
” treasure “ Warm sound, just like in the past, I turn over head, no one is in sight, have only mild and indirect Chinese scholartree piece light to breathe out call flicker spring breeze of tenderness, flickering, the fresh and strong fragrant taste parcel whole body tightly.
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