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Morning Rain sitting on the third floor window before hand Tuozhuo Sai, his eyes looking out. Fifty meters away outside the window, was a low hill, a small hill, full of bamboo. That bamboo, most of the arm thickness, flourish. Spring to autumn, the green unabated. Morning Rain eyes over a small hill, further afield, is the overlapping undulating mountains, Dai green, winding stretches, vigorous bleak. Morning Rain to see such a scene, often thought of Mao Zedong's one word: land so, countless heroes bow in homage. Morning Rain like [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], when, and climb a climb that Dai blue mountains, standing on top, head, and history and a glorious, that would be what kind of view it? Downstairs to a small hill covered with bamboo , Morning Rain'd frequented. In particular the transfer of spring and summer season, storm, quartzite road wet. Low-lying areas and occasionally see a mass of water two groups, mirror-like, shiny clear reflection of the Sky. Ate dinner, went downstairs, followed one after the morning walk in the quartzite on the road. The sun was setting, like a yolks, hanging at the top. Glorious warm, silently according to their face, warm, quiet, well-being. Both men said little, carrying his hands down, facing the setting sun, clear air of God towards free bamboo.
Breeze was blowing, the air moist, very fresh. See a great variety of birds, but can hear the melody of birds with different kinds crisp, shiny silver, with the occasional drop down from the tree leaves on the emerald green of the water droplets. Twilight merged at the right time, both leisure and clear air of God, covered with fresh, returned to the house. House one hundred and forty square meters wide, and the decoration simple and generous, there are some romance. The bottom light blue tone, coffee table, dining table, sofa, are brown-red, white and delicate vases of sticking a few flowers on tall, dotted. Ultra-thin TV on both sides of a large, brown-red flowers high shelves, each have a pot of Chlorophytum. Chlorophytum leaves, fresh shiny, dark green to drop. This room, so feel special Morning Rain and warm morning. Morning Rain Turn on the TV, a cup of tea to the dawn of spring buds Biluochun, the [link widoczny dla zalogowanych] himself a cup of Tie Guan Yin. Like the spring buds Biluochun morning, he said, gently drink, as if to drink the spring. Morning Rain Tieguanyin Qinren the heart like the smell of the green and crystal clear. Dawn is not like watching TV, he felt very fake drama, like a chain, as inter-related, and must have considerable time to read. He is a high school teacher, at least a week for two night classes. Not on the study of time, often to prepare lessons. Morning Rain is a primary school teacher, preparing lessons, correcting homework, is also common. Nevertheless, the Morning Rain and dawn, or sneak in a walk, watch TV, drink tea. In this way the day flat light to, and nothing exciting to go, like a pools that twinkle waves of fashion.
Hou when newly married, Morning Rain and dawn, like all lovers, except work to do, that is, the bed thing. Vigorous, often during the day as if the night. Then there was a child, the child becomes a Morning Rain in the world. Trance, the children go to college, the family suddenly seems empty. During the day, security doors tightly locked, and only at night, they came back from school, to dinner together, drink tea, and occasionally walk. These days, when the teacher is not easy, more and more responsibility, the burden heavier. Mingjiao the high school graduating class days, but also a teacher, even the very little time to have dinner, and often came home late at night, and sometimes even live in the school. Morning Rain teaching is primary, many things work, can be done in school. Dawn was not at home, life is even more illegible the Morning Rain. Sometimes eat a bowl of noodles, a few potatoes, or a bottle of milk. Edge of a daze and then sat on the window, or to walk downstairs, but more often is the online chat. In the past, Morning Rain is not like chatting, but six months ago, she met a man so in love with the online chat. In the past, Morning Rain do not like in a daze, like now, and also because met the man. Morning Rain find themselves changed, becoming some strange, weird. Why is that person's ear is always sound, nostrils the breath of the man always, my mind always that person's shadow. Even in my dreams, that person often to visit.
Morning Rain surprised to find that the day quietly changed, what changed? She was not sure. She felt that she became sentimental, and they see along the road wearing a white suit, chic elite middle-aged men, the man immediately in her mind laughing out. Morning Rain came down, quietly walked to the bamboo. Unconsciously, she looked at the next, and [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]
Looked at the back, she thought, she was to see who it? Is to see the dawn it? Morning said that he wanted to organize the students monthly tests, do not come back. To see who it was she? She saw his long shadow behind her, like a ghost. Sitting in the window, watching the sunset, twilight and down, there will be a faint heart pain. Ray of sunshine came from the photo in the window and landed on the basin of Chlorophytum lush, like the performances of the chasing light, the actor from the darkness of fresh blossoms blossoms to prop out. Morning Rain intently watching basin of vibrant greenery of the spider plant, she saw a dark green leaf surface, context, shiny transparent, limitless energy. The kind of green ah! As if the vitality of life should hold up high! Morning Rain suddenly eyes have tears. She said to herself, man you, I have four-year-old woman, has white hair, how could you kind of looked at me with it? See people Yeah, face like Huoshao Yun a
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