Feels a strange winding into the pressure. He actually began to fear the winding vines spent plain life. At this point the rattan can not feel the tree’s tired, or so as to continue with their original wrapping. Does not know that ring has been carved in the tree and worked heart traces. It was kind of invisible halo. This
Is the tree begin to deep halo. Suddenly one day, a ray of sun shines in colorful trees, a touch of warmth to his share of the surging passion. So he’s my mind to a kind of desire, a kind of want to get rid of vines that he desires, want to go with the Nalv sun, let your heart
Fly. Can be looked back at the tree no longer verdant vines, the years in her face carved round after round of the same traces, it is years of vicissitudes, no one can go against his. Silent tree, and he can not bring ourselves not waiting for his promise that he would cover for her style, her shelter from the
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Feels A Strange Winding Into The
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With Young Leaves The Breeze After A
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With young leaves, the breeze after a gentle touch with each other with their romantic feelings.
Summer is the season of warm, sunny day, they are charming smile in the sun, enjoy the season bright. Every day there is a storm, the tree will be out of his strong arm care vine, and vines just tightly wrapped around her tree, they
Are embracing a storm with the acceptance of baptism.
Autumn is the harvest season, they sky was clear day, flying heart, heart to harvest their rich fruits, while autumn leaves in autumn has been crumbling under the dancing.
Winter is cold and amorous season, there were numerous in the endless snow, the tree trunk with his stout cane for her shelter with
Biting biting.
Day after day, year after year, the days gradually become dull.
In the dull days, the tree started to feel a little lonely, I feel more and more boring day, he suddenly really want to have to make their own reasons for flying, even if they have a moment to leave the vine winding . Sometimes the vine tree