The New Generation Of Banging Hardtechno

Skylareeov

Experimental Middle School in Jiangxi Province Xiajiang
【September (6) Class Hejia Long】

| winter when the air, some cold and mercilessly shredded pieces, cast, swirling like a spring Yanghwa.

road rush of people, perhaps more concerned about are those clubs, after the release of the branches in the vast land of hops, a Mama's Fallen flowers, the circulation will be gradually as time dim . The tears of grief that was included into the vein at the beginning of vague, snow covered, it is called green on the branches out of pity, looking at them, and the light eyes and melt with the sun that had been cold in the traces of mud on.

In fact, we do not need to tell the happy flowers, ignorant of us, can not see them scattered sadness.

winter, wintersweet in bloom, presumably accompanied by loss of snow will be very lonely after the bar. Vaguely remember, from small to large, I laughed a flower, but, at that time, I will not go to think about their feelings, and I know that my smile is very short so-called, once exposed to a kinds of fragrance, the moment will have the urge to embrace it, think it out in one day short of magnificent nature, then, it will certainly enter a name of , then, fragrance belongs to heaven, the shadow of the flower can not erase from heaven. However, young age, I can not say on the kind of disgust plum, close it, the taste of it there is a very original ecology of the complex flavor, but not very sweet.

somewhere in the brain [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], so far there is still a Pond's image, right click, open, was a childhood memory.

Pond, was once in front of the neighbors, there is often deteriorate, the new green color is always covered in the aging of the previous generation, so, where moisture has been dominated, for many years has not receded, and some insects often appears, sometimes under the shade singing overnight. Own childhood, always like to find some fun in there, such as butterflies to scratching, but, I fear that some of frogs. So I once again found nothing, but I also like to walk around to see that some animals, they are very beautiful.

flower beds in the colored flowers is to attract one of the reasons these animals, many in this plum flower naturally no lack of shadow, I do not have many places to pay attention to it. If not winter, it hung empty from the spring branches, to the next season, is still empty, there are thorns Cimei Moreover, we increasingly feel that do not care.

blink of an eye came the summer, but also the pace of light than the sun, flowers, sunsets, sprouting, and other beautiful things are arbitrary in the summer to grow this season with, this feeling is boom, which, blended with a bit of a rush, engulfed by green light and shadow, air, and both are green shadow, this time, you will amazed at the power of nature, because these plants have to listen to her, But the barbed leaves of plum but can not cover up the thorn.

that summer evening, I remember very clearly, we have no limit these naughty children playing in the flower bed edge, fooling around, chaos in one, the girl quickly ran and ran When the edge of flower beds, only to stumble fall into the pond, we have shocked, provoked the spray splash on us, reducing the temperature of the whole body, just staring at, restless emotional outbreaks, but In the end the girl's sobbing, we holds her, her eyebrows have not a moment's relief, we look closely, to know, is a thorn plum tie into her leg, foot trail of blood, straight to flow down along the foot, there is no turn.

Since then, I hate plum added to some of the fear, afraid that they will be like that girl, in the night, that under the moonlight [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], the plum flower petals fell on the thorns on the branches, then kinds of sharp, like drops of blood will be as sharp.

after moving me, obsessed with cherry blossoms, though a touch of pink, but piled together, happy, sweet fragrance and incomparable people's hearts will be swept. Later, the eyes flashed a Pond in the plum, for an instant to the next season is to belong to it, and at that time, the Fair was very beautiful?

winter has passed, and by the former choose to leave the same way as the ice is melting, the total at this moment [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I think decadent. I'm back to that childhood place of residence, not seen childhood friend, flower beds, or still there, but very green trees never not grow grapefruit trees, where there was grass, flowers, and spines Plum tree, now, I can not find a little Cimei shadow, constantly shuttling of sight and eventually stopped at a place - one that is already flagging branches, above the thorn was time wore off the tip of the year, but still fixed in their own branches, and even without flowers would still persist as before.

I did not move, stop in place, the wind gently across my fingertips, and those who died of stab, lie on earth, and even a little less than a warm touch.

this little Cimei so dead, even if the other clubs here again, there will not be what one can replace it.

Another thousand fox is no different. But if you tame me, we need each other, and for me, you are unique, for you, I'm unique. This is the feeling: when she was stabbed to the time of Plum, who hurt, those tears are unique, can not be changed, even if it is a plum hurt by another, but also completely different, is always brought back the.

plum into the body will be the soil, layer by layer is covered by memories forgotten, the wind in mind.

memory, pain, tears are in the wind behind their choice, has been standing in the depths of Mei Xiang, to let the flavor, fragrance even more brilliant ... ... Perhaps one day a few years later, I see That brought tears of childhood and the pain of plum, that you can almost see it with the hands of Mei Xiang.