Homeward

Waves of autumn, a faint chill in the autumn wind blows the moment and break the silence of the night sky, it was unbearable misery and bleak. Through the window at the faint moonlight, looking down from the trees on each piece of falling yellow leaves in the wind, drifting away, looking at their shadow, feel what life is like in a whirlwind. Yellow leaves companion quietly watch it go to waste, even the most basic few tears are gone, just quietly waiting for when their turn. They are so helpless, so helpless. Cang so natural with each other to flee, is a lifetime of separation. No one is aware of the vulnerability of their life, toward the end of the poor, because they do not have enough time to prepare. May give birth to prepare for death, as far as possible when students happy, serene time to go.

they do not have a specific hatred, no sadness and pathos, not to worry about outstanding matters, not give up under the family's pet obsession earth fantasy; go to make the Red of the margin, the end of the earthly which path to take. The moment when the end of life all along the end, life is so perfect. In God's arrangements, where they entered a song and laughter and endless fun dream.

off returning to their roots, it is a basic requirement, for those of us without a sense of home from home, count on one side and water mean? Is a ray trace of nostalgia or care. Students in their own bed at home, but also die in his own bed at home, the kind of natural terrestrial natural death, how happy, but also by the hope of every wanderer. The implications of returning to their roots, for the wanderer, who is a kind of wishful thinking. When we think of childhood chant of Each wandering alone carries the package to the ideal, to their native place. Sad that no one in the off-site care, fail to live up to his eyes the tears fell silently. Like the wind beneath the bitter leaves, like how difficult it is rooted, floating in the cold air, which both heat overflowing eyes sincere in finding the root of his eyes, it is a delicate looking, in the mortal world and between the flying dust.

distinctly original traces of life alike, in a corner, in a gap, perhaps only in the foot. White matter of time, even become so cold and distant, leaving only a regret, a kind of sadness, and perhaps this is the life of limitations. For the wanderer, the time for family Sheng bowl of rice gruel is also a kind of happiness, how valuable.

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