My house will be run. Budding, flowering, fruiting, deciduous. Skylights, tile, fence, carpet, and without walls.
Eaves the last drop of dew-wise, the bees red bottom shoes flashing ball of light, like the one the stars put into a dew years. Slender leaves, the core wire and tempting, I listened to the endless tone. Swallow my rose window from a grid fall into the other grid dipped in ink to fly the distance. She also to pear mud, stay on the roof. I really want to so to lay any grass to diffuse through the chest, the number of visitors from outer space, White-winged Black Feather. Can also identify each constellation, dew wear christian louboutin shoes and Vega. I can not remember the next fruit growth, cyan, white, flush. Leaves the number of flying tiles, so quiet, fall into the heart. At that time, my house is the most bright, carpet golden. Dayan wrote in my roof of convention, this memo I received into the cloud page on a windy day quietly look forward to. After the snow, I in the crystal window, watching the seven colors of the ice in the sunset on the windowsill. Tree scars on the snow melt into a cup of small BI Luo, I drink alone, in the afternoon. The sparrow Suzhaobozi afraid of my show his itch to write a diary in my ginkgo take off the bark on. Seven snowman with me that one winter, then when they leave the foot of the spring, lilac and rose. They are now.
When I take a nap, a straw hat and buckle in the face, the dream grass Hong. You walk into the red mud trail, then turned to leave, my wind chimes to spend no rings. When he came, he smiled, shaking his head onto the forest a wide road. I am in a dream, you did not bother me. An old man nodded, and he took me a mint, and left his gold pipe. Only a group of children, climbed the green roof, angling with hook my white straw hat. They broke into the eyes, and the sun together the brightest, but their white teeth. They asked me why I did not come home, I said, here is my home. They is not satisfied, hard to say to this mountain are they. Can I tell the secrets of the woods, they are silent. I think the addition of a neighbor.