One kind of happy warm current flows to the moral nature in referrin

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The ground girl flies a kite the picture, the girl is treasuring without doubt fine kite, but the beautiful kite only then in airborne releases for flight is acme US, for that cannot explain US, the girl has forgotten the risk which the broken line flies----Could be he gets sick? The idea suddenly frightens the snow hurriedly to dial Mai Feng the telephone, “honk toot toot ......”, in the telephone has been the busy sound. The snow makes the telephone call, sighs gently, stands silently before the window, her first time has not gone to the vision the distant place, is only overlooks that two several downstairses downward very straightly the street, felt that oneself are lithe looks like the bird which soon flies, has many terrors, also has pleased. Remembers one day, to answer Mai Feng the telephone to scratch the finger, Mai Feng said grievedly: “the wound in your hand, hurts in my heart.”One kind of happy warm current flows to the moral nature in referring. 　　Calmly lies down on the bed, head's rosemary tea in the room graceful the light dance, absent minded, the snow sees Mai Feng to walk, he scatters gently hand's in rose leaf in the snow front: If I am boiling water/you am the coffee/that your fragrance strongly fragrant/must rely my tastelessness. /lets your ordinary black/relax supply inside me/lets my infiltration/stretch the US-Vietnam acme which you the appearance/my hug is thorougher/you to release. /I must be hot, until boils/each other to be able to dissolve. /we must hide/squint in the water, entangles time/both of us who/glances through a book only then to decide one kind of color. /regardless of your how vicissitude/caper won't decide/you finally slowly/the seepage, kiss/in mine each. //a you happiest drop of tear/will be at that time I most is infatuated with, is finest. In darkness, the snow arm garland such put on Mai Feng the neck likely, nearby the ear had gently twittering: Thought that the ghost I, please accompany me in the night to the daybreak! 　　7 　　The snow alone stands before the entire surface wall is the transparent window, in the hand has not loved the coffee which drinks, after looking into the distance from a high place the distant place to wind the bright high wire laying starry sky, seeks card that Fang Yu the mind to form the tacit understanding the space whether also to exist. What place is she imagining the wheat wind at this moment, crosses what kind of? Thinks that wishes one could to fly his side immediately. One kind anxious, restless and is invading her sadly. Some people said that the well more is digs deeply, Shui Jiuyue is chilly. The suitable distinction will increase the sentiment. But she does not need to leave day. 　　The snow remembers one time eats meal, Mai Feng tells him, Yu Dafu and Wang Yingxia love time over 80% is uses on eating meal. He said that in the love men and women share a table, but the food, is the shelled peanuts to the cooked rice expectation. Wheat wind always with her opposite, vision which feigns drunkenness, crosses red spicy, crosses steams, crosses the long and trying journey, circles in the cup board sky over and over, seeks for the place which lands to carry on carelessly “looks at”. Monopolizes contentedly “separates the place to deliver the hook spring wine to be warm, divides Cao Shefu the candle is red” the feelings. 　　The snow did not know how he is falls asleep. In the sleep, Mai Feng has accompanied her to speak, and has also dreamed of Man Yuan the green vegetables. The people often talk nonsense the green vegetables, will have the family member to appear. After waking, the snow calmly is waiting for the telephone. Outside the window, crowd of pigeon do not stop in the sky are flying, another. She said to the pigeon, pigeon

please help me to bring a letter to the dear person. Some pigeon as if turned head looked at her one, also flew to the distant place.

　　After gatekeeper's time, the reception room gives a snow extra urgent registered letter, the address is very strange, but the handwriting is Mai Feng. The snow opens the letter impatiently. Snow familiar Mai on Feng body's that tobacco fragrance heads on. 　　　　Snow: 　　These days have interviewed, everywhere run. Not a fixed residence. Here Shan Dalin is dense, the handset does not have the signal, therefore has been unable with you to relate. Today just asks somebody this letter belt to become an official issues you. This is an article which couple of days ago wrote, is I long for your. 　　In me at heart, one kind painful and is being joyful the feeling, that is called missing. Has the rain day, missing quietly in the heart spread, falls gently in these happy memories, causes the human to remember the steam shistle which, the desert setting sun the horizon the cloud, the beach wind, goes far away. After the missing hauling, I as if return to that silent Lake Nanhu midnight, that is scattering the shoulder which Sachs's tangled up meals shed and that warm theater you linger. Remembers with your together each time sharing light. A faint trace happy like spring's Lake Nanhu, the ocean waves ripples in the heart. 　　Thought of that with you each day which protects together. You that noble makings, the delightful smiling face and your body's arc, goes far away the back deeply is infecting me, is quietly is stimulating me, lets me sing for you, to write for you, is moved for you, cries for you, even is living for you. I knew, so long as you leave, I will collapse - - continue will be my that Gao who will pile up with the pearl Ru the buddhist monk sentiment, will also have my that to make like Liu Fufeng the life with the tears. 　　Sometimes specially lets the train of thought postpone, slow down, to put supply, lets the thought stop in that moment for you. Each time is listening to you twittering love language, can let me feel helpless is also completely relaxed. Felt your fervor, seems the storm which definitely soon erupts the volcano which, raises the flood which, is going to approach------Some kinds want to crash in the rain curtain with your altogether dance hope, longed for that the petrel summons equally loudly likely: Comes, my storm! 　　I like this sit before the window, no matter what the train of thought soars. That poem general music does not belong to me, the silver common moonlight does not belong to me. Belongs to me is a pain, but happy missing, is compared to a night deeper attachment. 　　I like this am pulled, the suffering, to be happy, am being painful, is similar to dances in the air in the wind demon, recites leisurely gently, as if felt your breath, saw in your eye pupil was growing tender feelings. I thought that only then I lonely only will then appear your tender feelings, only then I bright and clean will only then be joined to your clarity. 　　Some people said that the best man should be such - - he the manner handling matters brains is extremely keen in the society and intelligent, but he forever is actually pure in love and naive. For so transparent you, my struggle is a good man diligently. But lonely sad I did not know that has yesterday's memory, today's lovesickness, will also have what kind of tomorrow? 　　Mr. like the bird flies far, has the dream to follow spatially, who knows lovesickness pain, the abatement horizon month. 　　　　Thought that you kiss your wind 　　　　Read Mai Feng the letter, the snow could also not suppress the innermost feelings thick missing feelings again, the tears autumn rain equally is likely continuous unceasingly