subject: Mbt Karibu The Dream Is Still Feeling The Lingering. [print this page] Night, dreaming that I went back to the village, MBT Karibu the dream is still feeling the lingering.
The dream is still in the early morning, as if just open your eyes, just leave me here and see the early mother opened the door, the door is drifting mist, housing the opposite Hill, red dawn will pass through the mist, light the birds with mist to fly and flow. And I like the dream of all men, naturally on the fly from a warm bed, came to the door. Morning mist makes it all the more mysterious, the birds are chirping of occasionally added a world of quiet. Housing and crops and lush, green mist, several early village, in the light of the fog as shadow in mobile, in a dream, but also know the moment is about to dawn,MBT Goti noisy day is about to start in this quiet.
When the old shadow is deeply engraved in the memory of the? from those beautiful spring start?
The spring, the wind rain have beautiful flowers of spring, a mother in the spring, usually pulled his own life and memory of the beginning. And just like the kids in the spring of mother's eyes, in the vast expanse of land in the spring. mbt sirima Then you don't understand the spring breeze, the warm, nor of "blowing surface not cold yangliufeng", but know that you can take off the thick cotton, at noon and even bare feet full run of the hillside.
It is spring, remember always to tears full eyes.
Although the town is in the South, has a green year round, but the Green is still in early spring is so so fascinating. The first tender and delicate, tender yellow only through a little bit of greenery, at first only a little, perhaps a small grass in front of the Sun, or perhaps is the housing and fruit tree branch. However inadvertently, maybe it is a night, wake up mountains full of slope are all this kind of delicate spring green, but you are not afraid of the big mouth breath, because stymied blew Hun these colors. Then a few days, all through the winter in the autumn of ash does not pass the bare fields are full of this is the kind of green, but their green more clips the noise. If a little drizzle, mist, such as stinging like fine needle spring rain, all green is translucent, and of course the flowers also compete for open.
Peach always go first, before and after the Spring Festival, as long as there are several fine succession, those 's haste to standing in the branch. Although it is red, the color depth is not a, deep something just slightly vermilion, some on something like the Rouge, of course, more is pink or white. As long as there are two sunshine, they feasted open. Then leave the home, went to the Northeast lived for ten years, which saw the end of the beginning of April before open peach, frown, feel very wrong. seasons
Because the home in the countryside, the spring was the most natural and wild flowers. My favorite flower, we call it lie flowers. It's a similar thorns of wild flowers, vines, full of small Thorn, flowers are small, but it does not lose its color, pink, red, white or also have yellow, green, clean against pretty much let people just want to sniff it. This lie in the hillside Ridge farms are everywhere, some people think it's because of the crops,mbt sirima always put it back up, but the following spring, it is no longer ashamed color to. I really like it. If a child has a feel for the aesthetic education, it is the flower to me. The flowers, the harvest season is quickly grow into new bamboo, new grown bamboo leaves tender and delicate green polished its tender core to the plucking of small flower, green leaves with a little delicate flowers of all colours, is my hours can think of the most beautiful. At that time, every spring, I had to pick a lot a lot of bamboo, and then plug in the red, white and pink small flower, then put them in could find ping child and then on the table, or just take them directly to enlarge the House bricks, even got my mom carpeted, also tired of it.
Home rape natural spring another significant feature, yellow yanyan drive so confident and thriving, as if one does not know all the convergence to shine their own pure and beautiful child. Each year, not only the city dweller to rape field photography is our own tangjiemei several, sometimes to people extravagant, please take a picture, but then also only black and white, but now these photos already do not know where.
Then there are the same they are like flowers, local people call it red flowers that grew only know it has a beautiful name Milk vetch. That this is the villagers used to do a spring fertilizer herbs. Approximately half a foot tall, dense like carpets of the same fill entire rice fields, even lay on the top side of the field from a roll to the other side, there is no need to worry about dirt dirty clothes. Its flowers are red with white, the flower is not suitable for the individual picking enjoy, at least pick a large offering of only look good, of course, it is the most beautiful, or slice it into duration in the rice fields, like a carpet shop in the Earth as.
Orange flower is own spring memories a small episode. Was more or less superstitious, mysterious things. It was in late April, because when I go to school in the middle of the field you want from the Ridge Road, through the continuous several morning always vaguely sniffing to a fragrance that is so cool and distant, but smell it carefully, but didn't have, feels very mysterious, because just nearby tracts of farmland, but no fruit trees and flowers. A few morning so that increased their doubts, so a deity hush-hush on mother, near immortal. Mother nature or not, but a row but I wilful, go I smelled the smell of the place, mother laughed, brought me to a somewhat distant Orange Park. Eating well for many years Orange has never seen an orange tree flowers, orange flowers have a lot of very small, white, flower, slightly more green, like rice-like shop in trees, in fact, the nearer, orange flower is still very strong, I smell the fragrance is the breeze route past. Now close your eyes seemed to still be able to smell that if so if not the glamorous and fragrant, but listening to his father say those orange trees already old,mbt nama Orange Park also ceased to exist, the natural person who originally love it or leave it long ago.
Summer is a lot of people are not fond of the season, because the heat, especially in the heat of the South is a lot of headaches. But I was very fond of, of course, this Xu and his own vitality chronological survivability is too strong, or even have a relationship. I was in the year hottest heat season was born. MOM said I was ahead of nearly two months to rush from her stomach ran out, she showed no preparation, no one thought I can survive, but I am not only survived, but was very strong. Hot summer really have a lot of good things, housing estate of peaches, pears, tomatoes, vegetable garden, that was when I was a child cucumber cuisine.
Like summer because of the summer you can play with water. In summer, the brothers often groups down river to catch fish, although I am not afraid of water, but on the shore help brothers take clothes and fish has also been very pleased, not to mention those who fish for me to eat a little bigger then the!, and big cousin also go and catch a fish, we still can't get into the water, is built on skip in bamboo outlet or stream of bushes, take the stick out of a catch, but also to small fishes and shrimps, although I and cousin of harvest never reach a dish on speculation, but our excitement and joy filled the entire childhood and youth, even if someone sees us as second-in-command, also from care.
Summer vacation is in fact a long time, but because of the fun, seems to be has passed so quickly, but will fall. Home of autumn is even more beautiful.
On a crisp, clear cloudless, a PI as wash, these previously copied from the composition of the sentences was really do not understand its true meaning, now I think about it, that's exactly what autumn photo Ah. Then there is no industry of hometown, sky spontaneous is clean tile blue, clouds are rare, and only occasionally have under the storm. When, in late autumn breeze blows, far away, with bursts of Golden wave to describe without too much. In addition, the sweet potato is ripe, digs a tree, with its vine, least three, five, seven, eight, are so heavy, sweet potato in red and white of the majority, occasionally found wampee, became the gang war, because very few wampee potatoes, eaten very sweet. Sugar cane is ripe, when autumn Frost called later, sugarcane layers Frost seemed is sweet. Autumn is the season of harvest in rural areas. Peanut, cold potato, pepper, Sesame, orange so many things are great people harvest; a child who is also has its own harvest, mountains of berries are ripe, previously the wild grapes are sour had turned into a dark purple, the cream after like Pearl agate-like glows; wild chestnut remain very small, but full from full-shell collapse out; those hard mature half chunzi, glutinous rice seed seeds and finally during the long summer months after maturity, cyan fade away, turned red and yellow in strokes to wait for the picking.
Autumn course in addition to the joy of harvest, fine and weather even more reluctant to part with. Autumn is not rainy spring hills, no summer heat, especially in the hot summer and winter cold contrast, autumn nature is our favorite.
But I found the home of winter's own winter's beauty. Especially the snow winter not only King is beautiful, memories seem to be more profound than the other seasons.
In his hometown, snow, tend to scratch on a night of strong wind, it seems to blow the cooler Earth, so that the upcoming snow deposit must longer. If the windy night, the sky is a peculiar red or yellow, woke up the next day, will see snow. Although it is sometimes snow in the South, but also very large, thick tiles on the roof, fields, mountains, covered in all places where it can fall into. The children are home to snowball fights would you pinch a xuetuan I pinch a xuetuan, xuetuan is rife Shuttle, and the roll snowman is even larger people also love PLWHAs. Snow days, I have a chuckle because heard brothers said, snow, mountains of pheasant had nowhere to hide, it's easy to see and catch, I believe, so every winter I'm dying to snow. It's snowing, and I find a stick to the mountains in search of pheasant, my mother never stop me, sometimes I find root right stick; sister who is older than me, don't laugh at me good; and the companions it are busy playing snow snowball fights, the brothers are no exception. Because the timid, slightly larger Mountain is not afraid to go, so they had to go to the hill behind the House, in the mountains zhaoa, but never seen pheasants. However, this does not affect my mood, no one walks through the snow, and stick to write about a painting is great fun. Sometimes a person stand up hill to see the distance and the surrounding snow covered mountains, like walking into a picturesque scene. Snow, between heaven and Earth than normal open quiet a lot, sometimes just a stand there minds, will head the Hill is? can also have a portrait I like it, in view of the mountains here?
The snow is too great, the mother worry orange trees will be snow settle broken, mbt shadow so let me go to knock down the orange trees on the snow, I've got is a interesting instead of hard work, as usual, orange tree is not touched, but now I can beat them, of a stick on snow me the scene. Of course I wilful keep some snow does not destroy them, the second morning, the snow became Borneol, and orange leaves shape an identical, even lines too, every time I will pick a lot this Borneol, unfortunately they will quickly melt away.
Dreams of the old park is beautiful, it will take me into the memory of home, because there is life, I love everything.
