Part One: clear sky a touch of melancholy lingering in between heart sigh!The years of vicissitudes, but unfortunately!The sincere emotion. This life, I chose a most heavy gift and you pay, it is only you and a beating heart.Years of quiet good though also because of you, because life is way too long and you only have enough time feel.All this thanks to fate, let us meet! Cold winter night and take care of the deep at this time but a state of mind, this is a sorry state of mind.Someone likened this life a drama, drama end people need to do, then the United States will eventually ended.maybe!But these real and vivid portrait of life even as a ray of light breeze, is as precious. Even if a person’s day finally became barren days old, she is still missing piece of the world have gone through the sky with the snow, it is to fulfill the wish of the old together.Beautiful memories with their blending soul, swaying in the heart of this ocean. Was clear, the wind light, the sky is extraordinarily vast! Part II: clear sky solemn and quiet late at night, bored; paved the way for the former case, Susan quiet. Time flies, time flies; Homecoming, clear sky. - Inscription time quietly slip from the fingers, Unconsciously, I’ve gone so far. Recalling the past, calm.Nightlife past net, vivid.I still clearly remember those who walked the streets, listening to the song, care about people, yesterday’s laughter, sadness once. I still clearly remember the last stop on my face smiles, tears, soaked skirts.But, it seems, is a magical time.Like: rain, hit the roof, along the seam roof tile vent down, falling land flowing, flowing into the creek, into the sea. I was run over by the wheel of time, a lot of memories seem to be filtered over the same time, also followed a lot lighter, back in my body, I feel like that is not the heavy yesterday. It turned out that a lot of things, over time, also won the.It turned out really no eternal things, always have far?Month?Or a year?Or is it ten years?No permanent sadness, as if there is no permanent smile, like, one day, Homecoming, clear sky. With peace of mind, memories of leisurely CD player in my mind, so as to calm down as no ripples on the lake. Calm, reported in the past a big smile, wave of the sleeves, turn around, spring. Those who bear the heavy burden, time was handed down, those who think that the future will follow sadness, slowly filter in the hourglass of time, gradually becomes lighter. Today, I am carrying lightweight luggage, continue to move forward, to go after the road, trials and hardships. I have a room, spring blossoms. Part III: clear sky autumn, layers of hit, just like the mixing of water and ink spread growth, haunted memories can not be copied.Scattered pedestrians, bits and pieces of umbrellas, scattered raindrops fell on the small heart.Sitting on this kick, watching the running of pedestrians bustling, embracing, helplessness run, hurried, rushed to their respective happiness harbor, holding hands forgotten in this rain go from here?With this thought burst of autumn, migrating to the next foothold.Slow growth at the end of terraced rice paddies, quietly touching spilled off the sun, spring and autumn, flowers bloom Xie, every leaf season deep shadow.Well look at the clear sky, the silence of the forgotten outside the earth. An umbrella, a few blocks.Long time no so long under the rain, and just the right fragrance.Tiny flowers, like the stars of a tree a tree, every moment is hiding in the depths of memory look forward to.This favorite flowers, because it is quiet, quiet enough to be forgotten.A careless, a wisp of breeze, only occasionally unintentionally touched its existence.Always clear sky, standing outside of the hustle and bustle in white.Want such a rainy day rain and wet, standing under a tree that flowers tree, looked up, pursue quiet depths of the blade.After just want to be a star that leaves deep, hiding in the autumn wind, hiding under the moonlight, hiding all look back and search.Autumn holding hands, climbed on the roof, sun drying early autumn moonlight, dried tears from his eyes, the heart of the wet season marks.A drop of rain, the drops in the palm of the hand.Kind of small, so fragile, afraid to reach out and touch up, touch loose.I think between trance as saying “a man will cry because of the pain; one reason why pain is because you care,” tear drop this clear autumn that the palm of whom fall?But also whom cares?Silent together, shallow warm, like gentle like water, soak the bottom of my heart. Edged umbrella, Qianshan Lake.In this swirl of rain, long ago I thought of the West Lake, that have willow leaf leaf boat, an age-old bridge.Thousand years meet, a face to face, I rarely gentle.That is not easy, so simple, so gentle.Like a dream of happiness, so far away, like smoke across the water is always transitory man.How would that kind of drifted a corner to stay, expect a warm one second stay? Clear sky, retreat from the rush of the world, like a sunset fade away.Inch by inch, escaped your attention, inch by inch, deep endless abyss.Since then, the less a person like that, who would not care about a person.And she has been quietly been waiting for clear sky. Memories slowly move forward, but the real return is lost dream.He fell into the endless desert, just as there is no moisture in the ocean.This time, finally understood, got lost, they can not go back, happiness is not necessarily happy. It is said that man is happy umbrella. But how, or do you want in the middle of this rain dripping?