Lacking a delicacy

The feeling of flying is what, the Lantern Festival bustling how, and if who can not help now curiosity asked me, then I can only answer this way: sorry, I do not remember. It can remember all the things, nothing more than two: countless times, I broke my arm around her waist; impatient cousin repeatedly reminded, I bought a bag of sunflower threw her hand. Then later, cousin two people disappeared, no matter how we cry, how the shuttle in the thick wall, the return is still regard smile.

Wry smile, for her, perhaps is not familiar with the embarrassment of the person; for me, but really want to cry without tears. I'm not a fool. I know naturally that the disappearance of my cousin's two is in fact a good intention, in order to create an opportunity for us to get to know each other. I think she can know where the heart, in front of the girl is not my ideal person, she is too thin, not dressed from head to foot a gray, a kind of style.

This style of things, that is deep, I've yet to find a convincing explanation to me. Like the peony flowers, I feel luxurious and elegant, national beauty and heavenly fragrance, not necessarily no one will think I feel purely sentimental. Where is luxury? How elegant? Think carefully, it is difficult to find a suitable word. On the contrary, if one should also have its Herba Ixeris, seems to be proud of, light blue flowers, not open already, an open floor, looking ahead, is undoubtedly the spring. Of course, this is what happened afterwards. That year the Lantern Festival night, in addition to disappointment, but desire a touch of disappointment, my experience is not entered the dry season of the Dawen River, "Wenshui tauntauns, pedestrian Pumpaa, Shandong Road swing, Qi Zi soar", "Book of Songs" of the story, once a thousand years. Even if the cold crisp Ling Beng beng, but also through the existence of history.

Existence is truth. When I returned, I finally got the point. Halfway through, the motorcycle ran out of gas. I hit the ceiling at the feet, severelybanged, anxious eyes in the twinkling of an eye, jumped out of a gas station. However, the worry is useless, I had a gloomy face hunched thrust. Helpless, the failure does not allow me to go left too long, she is behind to help me, feel from her heavy breathing in I can. I really can't walk a step, a voice suddenly sounded in my ears: your car, I push. For a moment, I could not believe my hearing, looked back at her, the moonlight was bright and clean, but her face was serious and serious.