I tried to open the sleepy eyes, hazy, around a piece of dark, see just endless night, lit the window in the sky, it began to rain, I was listening to the rain in a dream? I do not know when, she unexpectedly from my dreams fly out, technology commercialization,quietly came to me out of the window, gently beating outside the walls of the cement board, such as a from afar to visit friends, with a bit of warm and cozy, I how can so coldly rejected the friend?
"Young machines passenger boat in the river, wide cloud low, wild geese called west." Now my age can also be regarded as adults, but lucky is without wandering displaced, suffer Jilv homesickness, also does not need to "passenger boat", but in each home to see off wild goose ", but also feel lonely and sad. When I once again lying in the village Lao Wu bed nu skin, constant is long night, around the still die generally silent, autumn chill all creatures and flooded the vitality and passion, autumn is also a tick, is dribs and drabs Qinru heart depths. I stroked the rain, listening to her loneliness and sadness, looking at the familiar night, always accompany her, until dawn. But at this time, and then is a sleepless night, different is I lie on the bed of their own home, the past in his sleep again uninterrupted showings cbbc .