The bamboo tree love. Two

Friend gave me a love poem ancient and modern control appreciation day, then turned a few pages before going to bed, and occasionally into the situation, it can be a dream in his sleep in the beautiful poem about the impact of the love story, let Sanshierli My recollection to the taste of love again. "Street tree" is then entered my field of vision, Zhayi read, not much experience, but read the following, each section can cause me boundless imagination, and then get a beautiful combination of appreciation, a Feel the exquisite poignant love story seems to show in front, along the passages read, want to go, first touched upon is the sympathy, and then is upset, then that is unparalleled grief.Coach Kristin Chalk Op Art Zip Top Tote 16247 Black 
Because this poem, each time walking on the road, both sides of the tree will produce the right path of endless imagination. At that time I was at Northwestern that small town full of memories, to be honest, when I, are suffering and experience life in the first hurdle, in fact, think of those things now, but rather a story of others, really do notWhat kind, and I now remember was being hit with the for a woman may be a great blow to the feelings of the time, perhaps years pass you gave me enough time for me to gradually relieved, or they What other reason is the other, in short, that pieces of the others seem very big thing, very accidentally forgotten I go every day, or even mention them now, Young can not afford a trace of dust in mind also. Can not say forgotten, however, experienced some of life thing, pain, joy, sadness, joy, and they will leave a trace, or deep, or light, or dark, or short. It is these different experiences, will make life becomes like a painting, everyone can be an artist himself, if the time compared the drawing board, those experiences, is painted in different colors on the drawing board.It is these different experiences, will make a person become mature, enriched and deeply together.The imagination of the poem until early 2003, when the SARS epidemic, my imagination was also the case of SARS as the original strain rampage, surging with an impulse to narrative between two trees poignant love story, but , how to start?I thought I would be in that small town northwest through life with a quiet, steady work, plain living, warm houses, and this is a woman being the simplest and most common.Not wanted, LG changes in work, I suddenly go from a quiet turmoil, the way to another city, to convince myself the reason to go to that city, turned out to be a martial arts novel words: Central Plains. Have or do not want to bear the sympathy of the people around them or to cast a strange look to gloat, but also was a choice between doing one of the reasons. For a change of life, for a feeling of life, the young, I fear to say to yourself: go.Thus, the train rumbling sound, to me and that town, the less and greater, is my memory of youth, love, memory, the memory of new mothers, are printed in the town will fall into many places, the more memory and more recent, and the town has become increasingly distant relationship.Thus, in a strange city, buy a house, decoration, six months later, a seemingly comfortable home but also by our armed up. It was a beautiful area, stood on the balcony you can see the nine-eighth turn white corridor, and many children playing in the pool next to the huge dry fountain in the evening every day the sound of cheerful music nothing reluctant to splash, live in the district three years, and as I have give up the town, there are many memorable things, those further away the people and things, in my later years in Shanghai become another beautiful small town outside of the memory for some time, I always ask: Why have passed the always beautiful and memorable? Speaking of which, have brought large tracts of residential bamboo forest behind it, the long bluestone path, wind through bamboo, every season gives a different feeling, I seem to accidentally overheard the dialogue of wind and bamboo, bamboo Passage between and bamboo; I saw Lin Zhongqing stone path of indifference, under the relentless change of seasons, inspiration, such as spring water, gurgled not inhibited to take out, so rewrite the "street tree" framework every day clear and bright. One time I went to a bamboo forest walk, I imagine myself the edge of a bluestone is bamboo, from spring to summer, from the Xia Zhiqiu, I imagine, and delicate bamboo tree opposite to ogle ogle and then from the two-phase conditions Yue, another journeying watch, quartzite barrier, twist of fate, so that two bamboo languish two loving hearts, final, or:"Crown, not relative to askCoach Kristin Op Art Large Tote Beige Bag Roots, it is difficult touching. "