The rain outside the window how, with flowers and trees with those wind, hair and clear voice. I had finished eating, walking in between beauty, smelling the drizzle was floating in the sky, it beat the purple small umbrella of me, and from the other end of the secretly float down...

I take ease, enjoy this storm bring interest.

Have a fragrance of flowers in the wind and rain, with a faint, sweet scent, far can smell. I hear the familiar smell the went to the playground. Yes, "osmanthus" is a word to float in the mind.

At this time, the appeal. Sing up li qingzhao a word "dim light corpus luteum sex of soft, feeling mark only leave fragrance far. Why shallow green light red flowers, naturally in first class. MeiDing, should be ashamed of jealousy, painting bar open place crown Mid-Autumn......"wＷＷ.KＡo8.Cc

B: yes, I really love the first word, this osmanthus.

Hearing a flower sweet, eyes closed, imagine; Series beauty, vivid appearance is presented in sight; The feeling, charm and cheerful......

The wind blows, the rain is still in play. I hate the short time, doesn't allow me to stay.

I still go, and, with a few silk cinnamon and step into the building.

Entered the classroom, picked up the diary and express. Just to, let it permanent retention, pure retention; And don't want to with the passage of time, the head of the best memory is increasingly being diluted, oblivion......

So, I just close-up down.