Until many years later, in the heavy rain of the night, even with an umbrella, water droplets still came in from all directions in flour, wetting the clothes and leaving them cool.. In Fire and Rain (novel), the scenery of the fourth week resembles nothingness. Liang Qinghuan is thinking, is everything that he experienced a dream??
Chinese parasol tree leaves shade the whole street. Unknown lights are swaying in the rain inside. The west wind wraps up the time. Who still stays in the aperture during the backward fleeting time?. Liang Qinghuan walked far away, holding an umbrella and looking back, a dim and slender figure stood under the eaves, like a Wang moonlight reflected in the water, floating and lonely..
This man is really elegant, even after a lifetime, probably can't realize the kind of unrepentant to someone's heart?
Liang Qinghuan looked at the rippling ground and lowered his eyes with a chuckle. He stepped on the letter of inside's hand severely, leaving countless ripples rippling away gently.. Painting Jiangnan, remember, this song "west window", you also sang for me:
When it rains in the sky
In the west window for you, keep the candle
I don't know the date of return. I dare not start writing.
Agreement is a puzzle
(1) In inside, Homecoming, every woman longs to meet a misty rain south of the Yangtze River.
Liang Qinghuan was born like a woman who was born in the misty rain south of the Yangtze River.. Su Wanqing shallow eyebrow eye, thin and clean white skirt plaid unlined upper garment, her eyes inside as if the circulation of the cool and pleasant time, let a person look at, tired after the heart of the world was quiet and peaceful.
Such a woman, the in the mind always lives in a gentle Jiangnan small town, choose the city, meet people, simple, Lennon whisper, keep a pool of qinghuan, until the end of the world.(责任编辑：admin)