I Got Drunk In February

The middle of march, without the sky of early spring steep, early February a winter wind rustling no more stroke, no snow flying preposterous.

For march, has been engraved on the memory of the high tripod when qing dynasty in the village of poetry: "the grass sprout out of the earth dam willow February day, blows smoke. Children SanXue drunk spring return early, busy ZhiYuan" while dongfeng put. Often the memory in my mind, spring floating spring scene of February, then arises spontaneously: green grass call, orioles crows, willows breeze dike, the wind, and the country as the light smoke released kite child...  louis vuitton monogram vernis

Yeah, a childhood dream has been through poetry accumulates. Today it has deeply reflects the memory of early February, and this is a time of early February beautiful engraved in my memory is two years ago the day of march.

That year in March, in the field of sleep a winter of grass, has arrived came, they stretch out his hand, ShuShu waist, little head, yellow-green body-it from soil mengsi come out; The breeze gently sways it, the occasional drizzle infiltrating it. Peach show bashful of smiling faces, and meet the spring sun. Pear trees as a vaguely profusion, beautiful and white pear rain, filar silk sweet, filar silk soak gasp. HaiTangHua bloom, delicate and charming as fire... Everything is clever in this march the grass and flowers in profusion maintained come.  louis vuitton naxos leather

March a weekend, I go home from the unit in the bus in nanchong, catch up with FuJiang two bridge under a car, bridge along the binjiang road walk home. Because home near home in three bridge to go all the way, the binjiang road. The beauty of the hometown of kuan Yin and riverside park and walk in my writings in.