Slightly poetic sun was shrouded leaves a lot of fantasy, falling in the name of air-conditioned library, the gap between the curtains, shady trees.
Anyuan gently closed the book, the direction facing the sun comes around, his eyes,although the loss of the sharp, but in summer the sun just like the sword in general, how much, or will wounding.
Anyuan feel that they understand what is, for example, Tolstoy graves before the sunplaying in the woods, the sun is exactly the kind of soft feel, as if you can reach out to touch,thin silk yarn, fine water-like waves in the full flavor of fresh air in the soil, is fabulous elves,making silent sacrifice summon ... ...
To my beliefs, thanks to Yu rest.
But still do not want to ah!
An far back into the book shelf, he felt the woman was reluctant to let go, obviously already tired, and why? Anyuan asked myself.
Do not want to see what the outcome, safety distance, the view out the window three-storygreen pine needles, a person, out of the library.
Sometimes Anyuan think reading is a not easy thing, whether it is a novel, or history, ifstuck to, it is not just laughing and crying in a simple, if the storyteller is a devil, he speciallyswallowed stuck plot the reader's soul, then get called to fill the dreams of things, orbeautiful, or sad, wake up, only the end is lost ... ...
Like life in general, what if does not fit, there is no end, and then only in the loss alone, loston the road, step by step, toward normalized Hui lost the name, can never go back.
An flee out of time, forget smile back facing the direction of the corner, then he saw the glass door on the translucent light in his face, a light loss. Hand, has already captured the heart, people began to choke, can not look far to security door on the corner of the seat thathas been know tired ah, Kan Bukan go, it is the same result.
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