Month.
On the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, the ship stopped at a comfortable ice lake. From dusk till late at night, I saw dark clouds.
The lake looks gloomy when piled up.
Another 30 days, continuous autumn rain, the first class is 145 night, which is moderate from the sound of rain.
However, I have forgotten the bright moon!
She will come to see me after dinner tonight. She said to comfort the ice scene and pushed the window.
-the Woods and grass outside the window are like a layer of frost. "The moon is out!
To our surprise, we put on our coats and went to the lake.
I meandered away from the path and stepped on the wet grass in autumn, soft and silent.
Go down the slope and the lake is at your feet. Her coat is covered, so is mine.
Then we sat down silently and felt the slight coolness of autumn.
The moon is not very clear. Surrounded by haze, the mountains are greener and the water is whiter.
The lake waves are as light as brocade. There are one or two stars twinkling in the distance across the river. The center of the lake is blurred.
I heard laughter. A boat, carrying two people, slowly drifted into the faint fog.
Deep in the forest.
Look back at her. She's looking at me, too. In the moonlight, she painted eyes and dark clouds.
Hair, with oriental soft and quiet smile on his face. What a pity! We only
We can talk to each other in western languages.
She said ten years ago, how to hold a big one every day when the morning dew was still zero.
Heap flowers from the wild and go home. -How barefoot, a large group of children.
Holding hands and dancing on the grass, the piano sound is the gentlest and most beautiful. When you reach the top,
I think I am a feather fairy. How much I like work. Summer evening breeze
Holding a needle in the porch, thinking about what I just read in the book ... this.
Some poetic words seep into the heart and spleen, and only smile.
Gradually deepening: talking about the liveliness of western girls and the liveliness of oriental girls.
Gentle; When it comes to philosophy and friends, it has caused a long discussion that "friendship is like water"
, is our convergence. If the result is satisfactory, the deeper the interest, the fresher the conversation.
In the future world, it will gradually invade the current international problems. I looked at her and suddenly I didn't have it.
With courage. She kept scratching her skirt, and her words were very throughput. -But we ...
I have told many sad old stories in a half-bright and half-dark way. "The most regrettable thing is the temporary country.
The private meaning of international issues! The ideal and loving paradise is far from us, but it has been built.
It is our responsibility to establish this kingdom of heaven ... "She said, lowering her head, and I answered softly.
Go on, "We can understand each other best about that girl."
Never heard from again. The idea just now was too heavy, and the scenery was light,
I can't seem to hold it. We all want to break free, but we don't know what to say at the moment.
Decades of relevant history and the relative feelings of hundreds of millions of people are pushed to us tonight.
Two people-melancholy beyond description!
A hundred paces away, under the light, cheerful songs rose leisurely and came through the forest.
-We all woke up from our dreams, "It's the cheerful and lively spirit of westerners!" She smiled.
Say, I heaved a sigh!
Thought expanded again, after the second silence-only heard the slight sound of the lake.
Stirring, the sound of rubber leaves falling to the ground when the wind passes. I can't say anything more, and I won't.
Say what-she touched my arm lightly and said, "The happiest time is."
My closest friends and I are in the most beautiful environment, but we are silent with each other.
There is a saying that is good! "
The higher the moon, the cooler the wind. Our clothes are exposed, and we all feel supported.
Can't live. -a very tired station, turned the shore, climbed the steps and came face to face brightly.
There is a lighted balcony. She invited me to her upstairs, with a souvenir book in her hand.
Let me leave a message. After asking the name, under the title of "Happy Missing", I sank slightly.
Yin took up a pen and wrote, "Under the moonlight, by the lake, there is still you."
Sit together! "
On the way back alone, there were thin shadows on the ground. -In the past 120 minutes,
Looking forward to it in your heart is like having a good dream.