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The sun has hidden from, but the wind does not dare either too wanton. Perhaps it is that the courage is a little bit small, the wind is just a little little can blow afloat and send arbitrarily. Walked in studying the crosscut of the community of field, this, to me, one was just by the look of person of remote southern arrival, it is the place where one are very strange. Without face that is familiar with, on even every tree and every blade being completely strange. They are speaking in a low voice slightly, I hear clearly, but does not understand, are talking about with a smile like people passing by at the side. I can only understand it by their face, but listen to unidentified their words.
Walk in the district obviously, someone constant is strolling about around, but I find suddenly that has come on a desert island by oneself. At island, I only man, have, speak same words with me around. They - -Person around me - -Or is leaving urgently, or is walking unhurriedly, either it is interdependent to hold hands, or laugh in a group. In my eyes at this moment, they are the grass and trees waving in the wind on the island, old woman's sha of the leaves that their words broke to pieces is detailed and loud. Perhaps, someone will talk about my nerve very much. But I do not know how to lie, I at that time was a feeling just like that.
The hanging strip of the knapsack strides the right shoulder, a little tight, what I can't help getting on the shoulder slightly is brought. I am stepping on quick and short steps, the waist walks against the wind very much, that wind will too take a photograph of the soul, blow so that people are relaxed all over the body. I can't help opening both shoulders slightly, deep and in one breath. Enters lung directly if perhaps, the wind in the North is different, very dry and comfortable, not so touching as a bit one, like wind belt of in the South how much be moist, always let people feel touching. By this wind, I have thought of the exquisiteness of the northerner's straight forward and southerner. Prove to be the people of one party of water and soil of one party.
I have narrowed the eyes, have seen the long hair that flew has floated in step and she that wind is coming up, very high figure, trifling and slim and graceful paces, it is being proud and aloof that the cold and beautiful face is taking a silk, wind that what a in the North!
Pass by that fruit shop, it is a primary school in the district. The golden one " ***The primary school " Several words are appeared suddenly at the moment, seem to be in proud telling you, here is a school. I am not a little used to it, what any company generally, the school, the unit brand always likes the golden one, and always seem a little seductive. It is be then several piece ordinary word can with? People's conduction in society, when you make certain status, can advocate? I do not understand.
At the gate of school, several children with old old red scarf are in lively talk. They can't enter yet, because the school door is being locked closely yet. The time to go to school has not arrived yet, but they arrived, already came to the school gate. The little boy thin and weak gesticulate words, flying out of some foam water spatter to enclose on child around him in mouth frequently, he seems to be telling his partners an excited thing, the ones that attract their eyes not to move at all stare at his cheek with some dirt. I can't help, remember one's own a childhood, that piece quiet and beautiful breaking to pieces piecing all over the sky childhood not dying far already, my mind has floated, but disappear again in the twinkling of an eye.
I almost forget the companion around, we come out together today. I and he help him buy piece think very good overcoat in one clothes whom store bargain and succeed in also just now. Unexpectedly I almost forget him, at this moment. I am sorry to smile at by he, listen to him speak anything, continue and walk forward. We have passed a wheaten food shop, two hairdresser'ses, a electrical home appliances store
The way is still on the next reduction of each of my foot, can not be shortened. In front of us, is still a long road. We do not know which side should be moved towards. I know, our way must explore, go to go by oneself. In this strange place, the ones in disorder are all ways, I have to be moved towards that one's own way by one's own both feet.
We have not found yet, are looking for and still continuing. Producing an arch over a gate, we went out of that residential area, but has come in front of a river. But that river is not a river at all, or actually it was only a ditch, only a little bit big. That water seems not to flow, black general rotten water gives out a burst of stinks. I can't imagine what is it about on this river. Anyway it lies in the front, by a main road. Another arched bridge strides it excellently and unoccupiedly, and both sides of the river are the weeping willow of a platoon. That willow is good, my impression of them is bright at least, by a fresh water, but the exhibition that the jade green wicker faces the wind, is sending out vigor in the sunshine. It's a pity here I can't bear to see or want to go down again, all throwing just now will be here behind to stride that bridge with vigorous strides.
It is the residence area. Wind can blow I messy hair that getting messy still, area of knapsack keep shoulders of me ache a little. Has got the hair in disorder gently, I have smiled, lean over the way under my both feet and my foot, when advancing
The sun has hidden from, but the wind does not dare either too wanton. Perhaps it is that the courage is a little bit small, the wind is just a little little can blow afloat and send arbitrarily. Walked in studying the crosscut of the community of field, this, to me, one was just by the look of person of remote southern arrival, it is the place where one are very strange. Without face that is familiar with, on even every tree and every blade being completely strange. They are speaking in a low voice slightly, I hear clearly, but does not understand, are talking about with a smile like people passing by at the side. I can only understand it by their face, but listen to unidentified their words.
Walk in the district obviously, someone constant is strolling about around, but I find suddenly that has come on a desert island by oneself. At island, I only man, have, speak same words with me around. They - -Person around me - -Or is leaving urgently, or is walking unhurriedly, either it is interdependent to hold hands, or laugh in a group. In my eyes at this moment, they are the grass and trees waving in the wind on the island, old woman's sha of the leaves that their words broke to pieces is detailed and loud. Perhaps, someone will talk about my nerve very much. But I do not know how to lie, I at that time was a feeling just like that.
The hanging strip of the knapsack strides the right shoulder, a little tight, what I can't help getting on the shoulder slightly is brought. I am stepping on quick and short steps, the waist walks against the wind very much, that wind will too take a photograph of the soul, blow so that people are relaxed all over the body. I can't help opening both shoulders slightly, deep and in one breath. Enters lung directly if perhaps, the wind in the North is different, very dry and comfortable, not so touching as a bit one, like wind belt of in the South how much be moist, always let people feel touching. By this wind, I have thought of the exquisiteness of the northerner's straight forward and southerner. Prove to be the people of one party of water and soil of one party.
I have narrowed the eyes, have seen the long hair that flew has floated in step and she that wind is coming up, very high figure, trifling and slim and graceful paces, it is being proud and aloof that the cold and beautiful face is taking a silk, wind that what a in the North!
Pass by that fruit shop, it is a primary school in the district. The golden one " ***The primary school " Several words are appeared suddenly at the moment, seem to be in proud telling you, here is a school. I am not a little used to it, what any company generally, the school, the unit brand always likes the golden one, and always seem a little seductive. It is be then several piece ordinary word can with? People's conduction in society, when you make certain status, can advocate? I do not understand.
At the gate of school, several children with old old red scarf are in lively talk. They can't enter yet, because the school door is being locked closely yet. The time to go to school has not arrived yet, but they arrived, already came to the school gate. The little boy thin and weak gesticulate words, flying out of some foam water spatter to enclose on child around him in mouth frequently, he seems to be telling his partners an excited thing, the ones that attract their eyes not to move at all stare at his cheek with some dirt. I can't help, remember one's own a childhood, that piece quiet and beautiful breaking to pieces piecing all over the sky childhood not dying far already, my mind has floated, but disappear again in the twinkling of an eye.
I almost forget the companion around, we come out together today. I and he help him buy piece think very good overcoat in one clothes whom store bargain and succeed in also just now. Unexpectedly I almost forget him, at this moment. I am sorry to smile at by he, listen to him speak anything, continue and walk forward. We have passed a wheaten food shop, two hairdresser'ses, a electrical home appliances store
The way is still on the next reduction of each of my foot, can not be shortened. In front of us, is still a long road. We do not know which side should be moved towards. I know, our way must explore, go to go by oneself. In this strange place, the ones in disorder are all ways, I have to be moved towards that one's own way by one's own both feet.
We have not found yet, are looking for and still continuing. Producing an arch over a gate, we went out of that residential area, but has come in front of a river. But that river is not a river at all, or actually it was only a ditch, only a little bit big. That water seems not to flow, black general rotten water gives out a burst of stinks. I can't imagine what is it about on this river. Anyway it lies in the front, by a main road. Another arched bridge strides it excellently and unoccupiedly, and both sides of the river are the weeping willow of a platoon. That willow is good, my impression of them is bright at least, by a fresh water, but the exhibition that the jade green wicker faces the wind, is sending out vigor in the sunshine. It's a pity here I can't bear to see or want to go down again, all throwing just now will be here behind to stride that bridge with vigorous strides.
It is the residence area. Wind can blow I messy hair that getting messy still, area of knapsack keep shoulders of me ache a little. Has got the hair in disorder gently, I have smiled, lean over the way under my both feet and my foot, when advancing
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