Out of the window, the setting sun will have a rendering of sanqu red, habit, when making a cup of Chinese tea,Monster Beats slowly carefully taste.The tea are sweet smell, taste the autumn residual, gradually, returned to his hometown...... Old houses that the crumbling powder wall carved screens childhood that the best memories. Regardless of the powder wall already motley, gently hand over, faint light to sigh. Sometimes drop some FenPi, fall in shallow puddles called, fall in the mind, and arouse layer upon layer ripple, EEr reminded with old memories. That year less naughty, young sessions, mother's wishes and father of meticulous guide... A memory, can't help 悕 sigh: "senility, shaoguang flies!"

Walking in a childhood bamboo forest, and between the rustling from rain cut continuously the sorrow of the memory. Silently walk, feel the sweet dew, feel the bamboo forest moist, as if wandering in a landscape painting. Made with the top of the hill, a bird's eye view of the bamboo forest, as if saw the bamboo that what I have found is the strong wind smile natives rain character, and the quiet, elegant, modest and aggressive, noble and sterling integrity and devotion to the virtue.Beats Tour Bamboo accompany me over the many chun xia qiu dong, bamboo, taught me to be of quality.

Awake from memory, have perceived fragrant teas has to cool slightly. Gently to sip tea, thin savor the taste bitter sweet tea, understanding the life of the gain and loss of floating, ups and downs, the upright. The maple leaf in the air violently hovering, life is also such, why in the world of mortals to fame and wealth are rolling intrigue, intrigues? Why don't you like tao yuanming, like tea that, forgo our world of mortals, with light depending on the earth carefree?

Looking back now, can't help but feel some waste the time of the young men, should know how to cherish, more efforts to advance. Don't laugh I choked balderdash, that is my time to the call of the young. Perhaps only in the old period of memory, the string up them, to remember! Tonight the draft work on leave my tears.The sun had already down to the west, has come the dusk, before the leaves have not yet palm from branches, advise, taste blindly the autumn,Cheap Monster Beats appreciate the frustrations of life, and the time such heartless!!!!lkhsf05