[Ten emblem: PPS33A] [continuously updated]
This is not what I like night and day sunset hometown of it? Past warm picture in my mind yet: Our cottage is located in the stream, a small stone bridge doorstep. Every day, listening to the gurgling water humming a song children, then it is hard to feel whispering and stone bridge. After the happiest moment than his brothers and sisters together and look at the setting sun, to see her with a heart filled with joy and gently slide into the mountains, hint hint afterglow is still distant horizon blinking, the last to see her leave, leaving a string string of golden blessing ......
But the relentless war to a happy life hit me mercilessly. A year's time, I most love from home youngest son, became a homeless tramp. I can only choose to flee. With me, and only this horse wasting horses.
Since then also, the sun in my eyes, just hang withered vine branches wound, ugly crow perched on an old tree, my heart hurt.
Everything is like a dream ah! Horse neighing loudly, I then recovered, found that turned into a fiery red sunset has yet exquisitely carved jade plate, stay on the ground as if a part of the beautiful lips, blowing horizon this enormous flute, played but it is a desolate westerly movement.