Once in such a winter afternoon, I stood in the Qin Tara Guangao black land, looking at the distant wilderness and the sky, a piece silver white snow with golden leaves drift with the wind, swaying in the dry Taoer River ancient channel. One or two birds...

We were back on the first day, to school. But do not want to one day, we go back to the sun, out of school. A corner, looking back, but already the blood. Now behind always warm, but in the end will be cool. Rainheadphone standnd fog blurred our eyes,...