Wait until the picture is seen through

Roadside kapok, one tree with a tree in full bloom. Stepping on the foot of the leaves, to the post office sent the laptop to take the quilt. Day, she suddenly told me that the one in a fruit Xitang bought two small book, give me a copy. Waited two weeks, finally received.
Her card read: Dear Liu Liu, Jing good years. When we look back in time, can quietly smile.

Notebook is the color of kraft paper, two white cotton top to bottom through the hole, and some rough coarse paper, it appears moist thick. Quilt that I am the only word that can be written in the notebook feels like. I then said with a smile, filled the post-shoot down to her. Then get, but found that I can not bear to leave any writing above.

Previously, I also bought a similar notebook to the brown paper to do on March 3. Very cute little book, I make three three diary every day, repeatedly urged. The 33 years that a good collection of notebooks, and occasionally write something on it. 2078 passed last year or the year before last chance to see, on March 3 have been carrying, wrapper is still very new, that most of notebook also empty.

That pictures and words of the yard, people feel warm. More is a large expanse of blank space, I do not know what day will be filled with inner warmth that good?

In many cases, only their own. A man immersed in the inexplicable thoughts inside. There are some things too late, some things do nothing.
Quilt asked why my text is always so quiet.
I said because I have no words so quiet. I have all the quiet and beautiful, both on the text inside.

Network often been so blunt in my love, tell me words when I read a mind will become quiet. Those people who if I touched the total. An occasional miss or greeting, have let me labial angle 轻扬.
Others said they would feel sad. Quilt is that the promise is too quiet, so just feel sad.

Still have dreams every night, repeatedly with cough. March, a spring as a spring chill.
Kapok still open, people do not come back. When very cold, but also not feel to complain. Know this is the last of the winter, and soon the spring will no longer have to undergo a long summer.
I want to see do this every year Liulv another, but each spring ... ... just, just want to see through all this scenery, there are people waiting never betray.