The lone swim volunteer: China home the night of the pool
Alone in zhejiang university campus to the side of the pool house China on the paths of the left ear, but quiet right ear, while it is a quiet filtering of ordinary noise.
The moon hangs in heaven, looking back, dizzy in Bailey Button UGG Boots the moonlight, dark yellow outline of eaves and chimney, the low hanging between the moon, have a very picturesque. This want to use the camera down it's beautiful picture, but will instead of the technology, can't stay true at that hour.
Big star night, those I, have a dimly the moon with line, in the heart is always there is no other, no gloomy mood. Some, is feeling the situation in the virtual round, infiltration of static.
China is the lake house pool, with Peking University WeiMingHu the eponymous, known as the small west lake. If hangzhou is the back garden of the Shanghai, so I want to, China should also can be home pool for increasingly blatant the back garden of hangzhou?
Think about past the concert, roll the ear short ugg disorderly dating after form of labor, the master of the house of China pool strolling in the virtual static, worm songbirds that, this yingxiu in natural light, and the south, and the mind all open in love, everything away, how is the clouds a enjoy it.
The lake chair, is the lover of pair of night in unison. A flat as a mirror of the lake, day and night to smell it say more whispers of day and set off the white clouds and YangLiuYiYi, day and night, in the south of the infiltration gentle also then have the duty member qie qie of tender feelings, clever beauty, dark thoughts.
The lake reflected light, and a community, bringing out into the gloom, opposite the red neon outline eaves also in the lake water flowing with the colourful. Turn a look of of all kinds, the water scenery than true scenery that more clearly, more real, like great the world, more real than true false, but because the false after deep filtering.
After the paths of the few pedestrians, calm, often of the lake, always next I heartily of independence. Close your eyes, the thought of body and mind, and gradually overflow the world to blend up long. Unaware, no I without him, no inner outside the natural one, without the feeling of emotion, a higher level than easily relaxed.
Excerpt from quiet star blog
The moon hangs in heaven, looking back, dizzy in Bailey Button UGG Boots the moonlight, dark yellow outline of eaves and chimney, the low hanging between the moon, have a very picturesque. This want to use the camera down it's beautiful picture, but will instead of the technology, can't stay true at that hour.
Big star night, those I, have a dimly the moon with line, in the heart is always there is no other, no gloomy mood. Some, is feeling the situation in the virtual round, infiltration of static.
China is the lake house pool, with Peking University WeiMingHu the eponymous, known as the small west lake. If hangzhou is the back garden of the Shanghai, so I want to, China should also can be home pool for increasingly blatant the back garden of hangzhou?
Think about past the concert, roll the ear short ugg disorderly dating after form of labor, the master of the house of China pool strolling in the virtual static, worm songbirds that, this yingxiu in natural light, and the south, and the mind all open in love, everything away, how is the clouds a enjoy it.
The lake chair, is the lover of pair of night in unison. A flat as a mirror of the lake, day and night to smell it say more whispers of day and set off the white clouds and YangLiuYiYi, day and night, in the south of the infiltration gentle also then have the duty member qie qie of tender feelings, clever beauty, dark thoughts.
The lake reflected light, and a community, bringing out into the gloom, opposite the red neon outline eaves also in the lake water flowing with the colourful. Turn a look of of all kinds, the water scenery than true scenery that more clearly, more real, like great the world, more real than true false, but because the false after deep filtering.
After the paths of the few pedestrians, calm, often of the lake, always next I heartily of independence. Close your eyes, the thought of body and mind, and gradually overflow the world to blend up long. Unaware, no I without him, no inner outside the natural one, without the feeling of emotion, a higher level than easily relaxed.
Excerpt from quiet star blog