A, in October the evening of Chiang-Nan always the overcast and rainy is continuing the small bridge losing the tone of rich brocade hand river shore willow catkins already the dried up Jie compare of building Ge more and more the ash is dark The woman hand of building Ge outside red dress keeps a pink oil paper umbrella if the peach flower petal of comfortable piece uncovers the autumn of sundown cold Two, this isn't the season that the peach blossom is filled with river shore to can't see the whirling Qian of river surface copy charmingly feminine show Yan to still have sunlight flickering hair clasp She Yan Chi but smile she dances the fish in the river to often jump on the ship's bow surface I and she chat until the night heavy star embellishes the night of river surface She says the raining season of Chiang-Nan, too many rainy seasons are like point of a needle, she says her grandmother the meeting Biao beautiful oil paper umbrella the top can draw full of life peony of the deep red plum flower and the business Three, the red dress woman of course not out of the attic is her because these are the rainy day of Chiang-Nan Chiang-Nan in years to still keep seeing an old oil paper umbrella, she comes from a Tai scar point the green lane for dying come from an almond flower leisurely the night of whistle The green light sparks her and then in painting book that I become to be suffused with Huang in memoryThe spring city recall～to the mind Te time passes like flowing water and come to this city half year also enough to spare, appreciate those persons who forgive to take good care of me, thank you.
Te leaf of summer is exuberant, enjoy the cool air for citizen multiplying by Yin.Hear a cicada to blare, thin listen to the breeze in night, the street lamp bottom gathers together friend and discusses to express a bosom, the fun is infinite.
Be like us in the sort if of make great effort in intelligence warmth wear to deliver cool finger, at cold such as in hopes of in the face of frost one day unload cold camouflage;When every drop Ta the ice point of the Ta the beginning be melted, follow to point to sew to drip from the eye in drop down of tears, probably the sun at that time just in our top of head outward appearance sharp point of foul atmosphere in multiple layers shell.
Ithe one pastoral in the childhood memory is the wheat wave of one gold.We lived in the edge of capital city and belonged to city country to combine district in childhood, each time to the house of Mu Ye, will after one big slice of cornfield.In spring, the very green wheat seedling is suffused with subtle fragrance, a few spring rain are then healthy and strong after growth, draw out ears of wheat;Summer is a golden wheat wave, float to the flavor of wheat maturity.Wait until at the time that wheat accepted, the farmer wanted to rush through to harvest wheat before heavy rain, then prepared to rain the dibble of quarterly, sunrise but make, sunset but interest, industriously cultivates.Can not remember clearly on that road to go back and forth an excessive little time, smell the excessive little time wheat floating joss-stick and seeing the excessive little time breeze blowing a wheat wave.Labor the people's figure to condense into sketch in the twilight of setting sun and constitute a beautiful picture with world creation.
Te husband is conducting from sink, the others begs fairy, I beg Ren;Naturally I am just pleased to contend for winning, not a hero the Kun Lun is as well.Father, mother, I will let the mountain and stream leave me this tear stain, I want to let I's among the living Teng fly, please don't concern about child again, the child is all not so happy as to forget home and duty forever, I am your child forever!The destiny visited to leave