Part One: clear sky July, the heat of summer, although the air is dry and hot, but I think there seems to share the cool heart attack.Solitary lean on a railing, moon night, Duwu sad, Huazipiaoling artesian water, an Acacia, Xianchou. Looked up, round moon Seiki Yingying in the dark blue sky with shining alone.The moon’s gentle, bowed to a rapt attention when people romantic and poetic hazy clouds dotted the sky was content with dull monotone, Yunjuanyunshu contented leisure. Gently opened the window, the wind of freedom, like Lianbuqingyi as: “the wind had no trace was clear, the fate of all revel comfortable”.Love and dying, clear sky night, the faint melody, Qianyindichang, graceful tears, a smile yesterday.Light pick up sadness, sadness does not appeal, because no one knowing, no one can tell that a love affair has nothing to do.Open the album Falling, pick history sincere tears, fertile ground for thousands of years deep inside, the lotus is quietly open, never die. She, dressed in elegant chiffon standing in front of me, gently, in the pages flashed, over the fingertips, she struck the piano like a hermit soul, will be turned into a melancholy parting curl cents tone, smooth writing rhythm, the ups and downs of rhyme, chant the chant, the mesmerizing, poetic rhythm and rhythm, a sense of the popularity of fresh water flowing, the heart of emotions flowing writing is also accompanied by Shu Xu progressive rhythm, slowly but is dedicated to the percussion heartstrings, very touching, Xinyu every now and then. Melodious music and slowly to the trickle-like, floating small river with Kate aura is so otherworldly, ethereal deep!Trance, mountains and streams seem turned it into two people, water is that Fuqin person, deft fingers on the guqin a draw will be the achievement of a ages vanish, while the alpine is running water aficionados, each sounds are engraved in the hearts, Fast forward that has become immortal forever mark. Create a unique quiet, warm, long, endless reveries, mining scholarly ray, carrying a scent of violets dream of walking on the road fine, clear, Rain or shine, fate not, hand skim yellow paper, holding Ming fine chemicals, it is a kind of indifferent Ming, as it leisurely tea light love occasion Chang Wen flying out the window scattered melodies, quiet clean heart, chrysanthemum tea lovers.Yanjuan long thought, soul-stirring, ages Yi Tan, sigh at present, wiped away tears, but see small bridges….Liuniansishui, it should not only be engraved tears; fengyuruhui, the total should be hardened wings.Hate, are forgotten, watching clouds scud across the sky, fate not, look Pretrial blossom. Part II: autumn, autumn clear sky, gradually deepened.Night, cool very hot.Close the window, the autumn shut out the window, my little room, still warm as ever. Putting on the headset, listen to some songs clear.The same song, daytime listening, listening to the same middle of the night, is completely different state of mind.Now listen to that old song “Wind of the season,” Paula Tsui vicissitudes of voice, accompanied by lively rhythm, people have a perception of life clear understanding smile. Autumn is the season of wind.Like during the autumn forest, listening to singing and autumn leaves; like autumn in the field, watching children laugh doubled rice in the autumn; like autumn in open areas, so that the hands of the kite fly high blue sky; like autumn in the mountains, holding off a golden swaying in the wind Chrysanthemum.Because with the wind, the autumn will be full of clever and elegant. Autumn is a sad season.Yesterday, Xiaoxing’anling friends share with me a song that every heard this song, it reminds many memories.I told the memories forever is wonderful, just because never comes back.Like that song “past recollection only”: “a time to go and never return, only recollection of past.”Chang said, cherish every day, but few people can do it?Fuyangzhijian, it has a lifetime.If you know how to cherish, you will know how to treat yourself, treat others, treat every day.Sauna net fall is the season of deep.Cicadas away, out of the lush summer, into the fall of far-reaching.Yesterday, I asked a friend how Xiaoxing’anling autumn forest?”Gradually brownish tone, always at night cloud cover on.”Autumn can be described as deep men.However, no brown mature, and there would be no harvest of fruits?How then Green Hope?Cloud, not always covered her month; on children, will eventually clear as a mirror. Tonight, visiting a long lost friends – enjoy a dream-like Yun-Feng Zhu human landscape, laughing Simon son still wonderful style, mixed with pear girl there stepped a few footprints.Friends, it really does not much, but rather lies in a cordial feather flock together. ”September cold-blooded,” the words, girlfriends common.I also have this feeling.I think, in October, which is the clear sky, the fragrance of chrysanthemum children.Let me a cup of tea, greet autumn clear sky. Part III: clear sky – and the text next to sit together with the text of the book, past and Jinxi in the eye; static queue middle of the night, and now the former shuttle.Wearing text give my word dressed lonely shirt, Happy in the poetry of the month Moonlit night, so that this world of sorrow wandering Cheng pulls in a dream, and dream of a thousand years, any rhyme voiceless flowing in the wind, echoed lingering heart.”Tang and Song poetry words rhyme, I was solo I,!”I have this life, destined to keep company with poetry and literature, and text marry.A Buddha Qing Deng Xin, silent micro-Yin.Sitting at the water from the wind words, Dankan Yunjuanyunshu.With the most exquisite face to laugh beings.After a few years I do not know, if you remember, there is a woman’s tears, for you, was moved down.I watch the door, and who fulfill the grass is too light and grind?Your face clear sky, your turn silent, sipping alone, this introspective loneliness; alone forbear, was stabbed in the shadow of your facial features.Spread out his hands, blew sky was clear and swing to the next but it is heartbreaking.”Sails had to do, who can transport a nostalgic thousands of Baidu?Weak three thousand, who can explain only a spoonful of lingering heartfelt?”Now, I am similar raw cold clear autumn night wind, leaving only rows ze sentence, with promises and lies tangled traces.In written all over heartbroken and staring season, he looked away in the back, not been so torn flow, issued a lifetime faint sigh.Qingsi lofty, cut constantly tangled.Leave you, I was accompanied by a more secluded deeper loneliness.Title unchanged, between Homeward Bound, bright flowers such as guarding the mortal to die, locked my heart Frieze.Desolate road, the measured pace of stumbling, I was picking up the scenery along the way as you, in my heart, to build just a mirage.A carrier sheet Sujian heart curl incense, Chapters bytes into a waiting sickness thin words, only half life tie aesthetic paragraphs.Mind have ups and downs, destined to get out of the ancient dynasty.Moonlight, holding Jervois wind, skim the Qinhuai water.Text, weigh a Tang, Song Yin Que.vaguely.Shutter westerly, I dressed in clothes encrusted looking forward to Luo Sang, standing Qinhuai River, a portable one Cailuan light, Jushui flowers to wear skirts, Pan Lanzhou broken cloud water waves through Datang red walls and black tiles, Song Yan Long past the cloud cover, drifting Qing romantic, swinging a Huairou situation, Yanyu Lou Taichung in confusion; I Man Shu wide sleeves, in a small building Toru Yusheng blowing cold wind cotton lightly.In all living things, looking in the past life of the Zen legacy.Your shadow is carried by dust, stepping on the shadow of the millennium, marching boundless expanse of blue water, collected rang me you love Sansei drama.Since I played in red cloth mantle, without blocking the gorgeous Technicolor costumes, you Qingjin gown passing shadow, I witnessed the Rye.Who, executive lupine, light cover tears of thousands of lines?And who play remarks pen, sweep down to spend countless?If the Red is a love to talk, then I hope you my home “edge” with a long narrative text, wine and dance, among the flowers Zunqian, into a word “end of time”. Part Four: that year he re-see the clear sky, she suddenly startled, suddenly an illusion: once they are deeply in love, and now Qiannian still faint, but it was a wasted years of tragic lovers, eyes long entanglement , the mind is a thousand words but Unspoken, as if already familiar with the strange Kate. She saw him with the same expression over here, looked deeply into her eyes, she was some confusion.She did not know whether he has the same feeling, but also wondering why the two men are invariably look to the other side of the fundus. It was a very sunny afternoon, with occasional breeze passing cheek.She looked like a fairy tale blue sky. They have had the intersection of. Three years ago, they learn in a class.That is the most highly competitive class, outsiders called “battlefield without smoke”.It seems that only he and she, calmly school life, gently walk, talk and laugh dismissively, as if the side of the “fight” and they have no relationship.Two equally silent, calm water again in the same classroom as people come and go in, but on the other side merely know the name of the stage. She admired his indifferent calm style, seemed truly not pleased not to have compassion, just smile and chuckled, just quietly reading a book when sadness.He reminded her leisurely by Taoists and Li Bai’s elegant chic, his world seems to always be a quiet good. But she heard that, his life and unhappy.His parents divorced when I heard that, wrangling.I heard that he followed his elderly grandparents live, parents have defected to their own happiness to go.I heard that his friend is not much, always solitary.I heard that he often looked out the window, looking blankly for a long time. So when she look at him, he can see hidden in the eyes of a touch of sadness, like a lingering mist. So she appreciate even more his decency and calm, as if everything is understood, nothing can set off a towering waves in his heart, at most, falling stones cause ripples like a lake, anything not affect his grace. Even so, she did not take the initiative to close, she is also a silent and calm person. Until then, another test boring rear seats, their location so close.She can see clearly his lashes, see his thin lips pinched, or even inadvertently exposed his smile.She believed he noticed himself, because when she looked out the window the sky, watching can feel behind. But they are still silent, still according to their way of life calmly, as if nothing to do with the changes around them. The only time she saw him was in contact looking at his original works, when rumors of the class he is a rare genius, she had some heart.After much hesitation, she finally spoke initiative.”I can look at this book?”She doubted himself so lightly if he hear a voice.He was a little bit surprised, but then returned to calm: “Why, of course ah.”.She took the book and gently said thanks, hurriedly fled back seat. Indeed, he is very talented.Themes of the very extensive, there are classical Chinese fiction, modern fiction, prose, poetry, and all the good words.Classical Chinese novel full of atmosphere, a chain of modern fiction, and poetry and prose is written innumerable twists and turns, easily the hundred-beaten steel bent pliant.Especially like his prose, the picture is pure and beautiful, the plot is simple, but with many indescribable feeling, reveals a deep sense of sadness. When he returned, she only said something very sincerely: “It’s like your article style, especially prose.”He smiled, but said nothing, just looked out the window and quietly.She saw the wind shadow passing over the sun-drenched corridor. Later, he transferred, and I heard went far away. And now, he was really standing in front of her, they did not strangers, but it did not surprise too much, just as will be determined by standing, deeply look to the other side of the fundus. I do not know how long this station, next to come through the curious eyes, so they walked away on their own, in the opposite direction established. ”He has not changed a bit,” she thought, “is so elegant, or so sad,’m alone.”.She suddenly felt a little empty, I do not know how to restore calm. Six months later, they each thirty-five days there will be a chance encounter, has no When you first view of surprise and confusion, but only a deep look each other’s eyes, he sometimes felt that was about to melt Wang two eyes water up Pori.When you first view did not speak, then I do not know how to speak up more, then so be it, it seems that this is quite good. Instant about to graduate, she had some regrets, they do it the only way yet?She wanted to send him a book anonymously, anything will do, it is important to have on the title page of their contact details, so that later you can speak freely to talk, talk literature, and talk of life, and he does not know who he is.But finally decided to give up, she was not confident, I do not know him in the end is what kind of view her. Each day, the scene is quite chaotic, she had some sentimental, vaguely scanning the crowd, searching for a familiar pair of eyes. Finally, she saw him.He did not see her, she just stood facing a tree, waiting for what seems hopelessly.She could not see his face, the eyes do not know will not have a trace of expectations.But also well aware that they this is the end, to meet again, perhaps at a junction near, or maybe never meet.