on the weather
Posted by himlikewho | 5 Sep, 2010
After the bumper year before the Spring Festival, the sense of the excitement of Chinese New Year when the waves are still fresh to mind, eat delicacies, delicious drink, and take pro-string friend, until they first heard firecrackers. This is all right, as happened yesterday, or say that yesterday's story written into the memory of today, everything is like other arrangements, was so natural.
I am a scholar, scholars are most afraid of parting. Leaves, inevitably some of the ancient festival of foreign birth, "Yang Guanbulk of the feast.
years ago, I returned to the countryside, this place is my roots, my soul is also the taste with some countryside. Those most familiar with loess, because the countryside of each route, I have gone through; the most familiar with those vegetation, because the countryside woods every piece I shuttle over. Most familiar with the farmers who depend on the weather, ed hardy clothing because they are my family, with direct and indirect kinship; most familiar with the streams that spring, because the countryside had every drop of water raise me, drink water, rain and snow falling all soak into my skin.
snow countryside the most beautiful and scenic warm. Every home will be snow in winter, this did not let me down. In the end or the countryside is good, Heaven is the blessing of the poor, get snow in winter, spring flowering, summer wind, harvest ear. Countryside than the city can not, rustic beauty of form at every turn and won, becoming the city who can only sigh from natural and repentant of.
New Year's Eve, I thought would be a bright sunny weather, at least, should be the gloomy weather, the thought, but under the snow, such circumstances can only be based on hearsay evidence in a few years ago, or people to the temple this year burning high-Hong, June snow only written into the legend, perhaps forgotten in the transmigration of drinking Mengpo Tang.
initially only overcast, occasional sporadic How many pieces under the rain, I was busy writing couplets, no time to take into account the weather outside, forget busy these days watching the weather forecast. My house few people, mostly to foreign workers, because the train spring tension, so it is to the degree of an uncle on the outside, the many many, also created a countryside the situation is now - sparsely populated. Because cottages and more, so I want to write the scrolls on the more a person stay in the house in winter, some really cold, sometimes Cuocuo Shou, haha gas, feelinged hardy kids like the body fell into a large icehouse like, shivering bones falling apart, but fortunately I have acquired a cousin to the fire, which under warm more, neatly written word was.
cousin told me: "snow!" I stopped writing quickly closing thought, rushed out of the door, now feel like long-lost lover, Michelle, or I go home this year after the first visit, in the end or in the end came, the heart can not say to delight. Snow, such as needle, such as rice, such as the goose, one by one the angels dancing in the air, fall leaves on the accumulation of fallen palm melting. What a spectacular ah! Mountains and rivers as you dust, dirt road open for you, Birds as you hide, only I would like to do your roots, know your loneliness. Cher ah, you re beautiful, then passionate, but others do not know when you're dancing, just when you were here, but when you come into play the natural and the Inn. They only gentle fire on both sides of the heap, how can you not look at me, love is more than the seeds? I know, you come to our New Year's, to trouble homely, but they do not know, behind closed doors, thank-you. Maybe I'm gone, you are still, of into tears, turned sunny day. Aunt has long urged me to quickly write couplets, I said: "no haste, stay up and watch the snow!"
Departure day, relatives have to give me ed hardy hope that this mountain hill, back of eventually disappear in their eyes . I know that we are all because of parting, perhaps the author of some more love. Run around a few days, and finally to the current home, away from the countryside, away from those simple words, can always be hiding in the foundation of my mind. Yesterday with the home phone, listen to another aunt, said family snow, and also much, I miss the. Cher ah, do you want to keep someone or miss someone? At the moment, countryside of that mountain, that water, that way goes a lonely silhouette, snow and swayed miss the steps, tear drops in my pen, beautiful, sweet.
I am a scholar, scholars are most afraid of parting. Leaves, inevitably some of the ancient festival of foreign birth, "Yang Guanbulk of the feast.
years ago, I returned to the countryside, this place is my roots, my soul is also the taste with some countryside. Those most familiar with loess, because the countryside of each route, I have gone through; the most familiar with those vegetation, because the countryside woods every piece I shuttle over. Most familiar with the farmers who depend on the weather, ed hardy clothing because they are my family, with direct and indirect kinship; most familiar with the streams that spring, because the countryside had every drop of water raise me, drink water, rain and snow falling all soak into my skin.
snow countryside the most beautiful and scenic warm. Every home will be snow in winter, this did not let me down. In the end or the countryside is good, Heaven is the blessing of the poor, get snow in winter, spring flowering, summer wind, harvest ear. Countryside than the city can not, rustic beauty of form at every turn and won, becoming the city who can only sigh from natural and repentant of.
New Year's Eve, I thought would be a bright sunny weather, at least, should be the gloomy weather, the thought, but under the snow, such circumstances can only be based on hearsay evidence in a few years ago, or people to the temple this year burning high-Hong, June snow only written into the legend, perhaps forgotten in the transmigration of drinking Mengpo Tang.
initially only overcast, occasional sporadic How many pieces under the rain, I was busy writing couplets, no time to take into account the weather outside, forget busy these days watching the weather forecast. My house few people, mostly to foreign workers, because the train spring tension, so it is to the degree of an uncle on the outside, the many many, also created a countryside the situation is now - sparsely populated. Because cottages and more, so I want to write the scrolls on the more a person stay in the house in winter, some really cold, sometimes Cuocuo Shou, haha gas, feelinged hardy kids like the body fell into a large icehouse like, shivering bones falling apart, but fortunately I have acquired a cousin to the fire, which under warm more, neatly written word was.
cousin told me: "snow!" I stopped writing quickly closing thought, rushed out of the door, now feel like long-lost lover, Michelle, or I go home this year after the first visit, in the end or in the end came, the heart can not say to delight. Snow, such as needle, such as rice, such as the goose, one by one the angels dancing in the air, fall leaves on the accumulation of fallen palm melting. What a spectacular ah! Mountains and rivers as you dust, dirt road open for you, Birds as you hide, only I would like to do your roots, know your loneliness. Cher ah, you re beautiful, then passionate, but others do not know when you're dancing, just when you were here, but when you come into play the natural and the Inn. They only gentle fire on both sides of the heap, how can you not look at me, love is more than the seeds? I know, you come to our New Year's, to trouble homely, but they do not know, behind closed doors, thank-you. Maybe I'm gone, you are still, of into tears, turned sunny day. Aunt has long urged me to quickly write couplets, I said: "no haste, stay up and watch the snow!"
Departure day, relatives have to give me ed hardy hope that this mountain hill, back of eventually disappear in their eyes . I know that we are all because of parting, perhaps the author of some more love. Run around a few days, and finally to the current home, away from the countryside, away from those simple words, can always be hiding in the foundation of my mind. Yesterday with the home phone, listen to another aunt, said family snow, and also much, I miss the. Cher ah, do you want to keep someone or miss someone? At the moment, countryside of that mountain, that water, that way goes a lonely silhouette, snow and swayed miss the steps, tear drops in my pen, beautiful, sweet.