贵阳高端洗浴安排《13208511926》微信同步，April sky, oh, it should be the Japanese sky in April. By then, the air will be filled with pink breath, pink everything
I yearn for Japan, not for the rest, is the beautiful cherry blossom, brilliant Cherry Blossom
There is a crabapple at the door of the house. Although he is not cherry blossom, I still stubbornly call him cherry blossom. I am like this. When I am stubborn, it is unreasonable.
In winter, when you are bald, I will cry.
Winter is my most depressing season. I often hold a novel by Eileen Chang, sitting on the "abandoned" desk, next to the bookcase, staring out of the window, looking at a branch extending from the corner A bare "Cherry Blossom" branch, looking at you shaking in the wind, I, really good heartache.
So I opened the window,
Let the cold wind blow hair;
Let the cold wind blow cold hot cheek;
Let the cold wind blow stiff warm fingers, do you feel that I am with you to experience the cold?
After this winter, you finally wait, until, your chance to be reborn I'm also looking forward to the day when you are in bud.
Finally, you are blooming!
I'm standing next to you. Can you see it? Right next to you, so close
Your flowers, one by one, are blooming brightly,
It attracts bees;
But, you make spring breeze angry, he envies you, because you are so popular.
He blows the wind of anger, he wants to blow away your flowers, also want to blow away your leaves, but also want to uproot you!
However, he is a kind spring breeze,
He just blew away the bees that "like" you;
He just blew away the butterfly of "love" you
You are sad, the flower tune, the leaves fall. Are you sad because you lost the bee that "likes" you? Or because of the loss of "love" your butterfly, and sad?
However, I hope that you are heartbroken because of losing me
I'm afraid to go out to see you because of pollen allergy. I don't want you to see my ugly appearance, even if you never notice me.
I also envy the sparrow under the eaves. She can help you get rid of the annoying caterpillars; and I, a coward who dare not kill a fly, will just cry and run away
At the door, you are left, and sparrow is left. The wind is blowing your leaves, making a "rustle" sound, which is your sneer at my laughter; she "chirps" in your branches, which makes her laugh at my cowardice.
It's my nature to be afraid of insects. I can't change it.
But at least I can experience the cold with you in winter, honey bee? Is butterfly OK? Is sparrow OK?
I can be with you for a long time when you bloom, can bee? She only asks for your pollen; can butterflies? She only loves your beautiful colors; can sparrow? She likes you because your caterpillar can fill her stomach.
I really love you.
Hope, the next Cherry Blossom blooming, you can understand, my heart.