the age of twenty-first year, he went to junior.
his junior year last spring, streets and alleys around the tradition of Hong Su's I do not know he was a whim, or a playful spirit, did not know he likes Hong Su singing children, or like bamboo, and then split into a few bamboo poles, tied up in disorder, paste from the one kite.
weekend morning, when a touch of sun sparkling to put aside his curtains into his room, he opened his dim eyes to sleep chest, quietly jumped out of bed, simply wash a lot , in the roommate's Sishuifeishui dream, pick up a good gossip paste kites, walking toward the playground.
if the big playground, the ocean is morning exercise. Sprint children, the elderly slow Britain, dancing woman, man ... ... morning boxing as an increase in the dynamic silhouette, outline full of spring, such as the one beating the notes, form the symphony. He put his gossip kites, a few people to find open space, opening it out thin thread, despite the warm spring breeze, flying the long-lost innocence.
he or tickets or Chi, or placed tight or loose to lead, his kite in the air flowing with gossip, gently, flying high. Suddenly, not far from his, but also raised the a kite, a butterfly kite. He was afraid of two entangled kite, it gently with the wind tearing silk, carefully setting out,
ugg, carefully closing line. Perhaps the chance of life, past lives may be inevitable, a strong wind scratched his gossip with her butterfly kite kite, tightly intertwined, and instantly just like butterfly wings broken, staggered crashing fall to the ground ... ... From then on, every day morning, the playground will have his and her figure, there he was flying a kite with her.
that year she was twenty, also on the juniors.
is also a kite flying in the spring, or in last year's playground, a colorful kites, attracted the admiring crowd, and people under the kite, or that two people last year, with last year The difference is, last year they were a network of a kite, this year is the two had a kite. They both warm and sweet to hold hands together with a Bainiaozhaofeng traction kite, concentrate on being asked to put into the air. He took her hand, Zola the right song, the first pull after pull, making kites whipped up and down, and she along with his elegant, Jiaochuan Boo, fragrant perspiration dripping, elegant romance of spring.
genial spring sublimation of their emotions, practical steps strengthen their love. In the spring about the past, he said to her: the beautiful kite flying, and doomed to watch my life; she said to him: the wind broad chest, and doomed to fall back on my life; he told her this is not a vast a glimpse of the sea; she said to him, this is a lifetime of profound feelings ... ...
is also a kite flying in the spring, he told thousands of miles away, she said he did last night a dream, dreamed he was flying a kite in the air alone, she said, is not a strong wind blowing Guaduan the line? He said he fell, the kite was gone, she said that you are too thin silk traction kite is too short; He said he awoke crying tears soaked the pillow,
ugg ブーツ, she said that Moscow does not believe in tears; sailed spring, he said hold up my thoughts, she said, the colorful life of the romantic alternative; He described the return date still could not know each other, she said that the kite may have a branch in the shelter ... ... So, he personally took a year's time Rolling the kite came to her side, she found her bed hung a beautiful kite.
Since then, he broke the wings of the kite hanging in the wall of his dwelling, tearing the kite thread plate system in the wood take the bed, hard to find rolled daily bamboo kites, kite every day with sweat condensation thread ... ... Several years later,
UGG AUSTRALLIA, when he was with her in letter, who left it in the wind ... ... The holding is half of the broken line. She also told him why kite flying, I keep close ties with the kite thread,
ugg ムートンブーツ, for fear of it flowing in the air and not come back,
UGG オーストラリア, the result is not rising but falling kite in front of? I let the kite thread, to the kite completely free, but because it flew too high and ripped the silk?
he told her that you are a kite, you have your own sky, he was making a short cut Flanagan fine thread, just wanted to give her freedom to choose her own life, even though that year Article long kite line, one end of her, the other end in his heart; he told her that spring was over, he did not escape, no escape, every spring, every year put kite grasp Tai Lao not fly, let loose too easy to break;
she cried.
She said she did not know until: kite flying, does not depend on the kite, the kite does not depend on the line, it only hold up the kite with the wind, but not with people flying kites, but not with love nothing.
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