I Don't Want To Go

Thus far not sure what day, empty house temperature suddenly hot up day by day, this was a little let I at a loss. I lie prone on the window sill out of vision, they heard the voice of the flowering of wheat. That should be a kind of singing, the singing while fine as silks silk, but so neat, like the spring beautiful streams are gently walked to come over, I have a throb, red cheek QinChu the HanDi.

Although the wheat openings sing, but the song is a wheat in the wind, it is not a cloud know my heart, said flies away and flies away. Song of the day, hot and dry is lost in the background of the empty house. The dew drop on the window morning glory is no zong, breathe a butterfly hot off their wings, and hide into the flowers like bugs. Looking at that one ugly flowers, though,  louis vuitton leather luggage

I still impelled to heat the house door and window to have a strong, locked. Just the night the moon cast to cool and refreshing eyes again, I will slowly opened the window. I don't know I'm a little bit tired tired of those sun song and wheat butterfly wings of sunshine? Or to the waterfall cool moonlight have more of warmth? Right.

Even if the sun down doors and Windows is closed, the USSR summer or let my empty house filled with thermal expansion and time, empty house nature is swollen up, heavy up. In those days, I empty house and I am, often feel hungry, I then indiscriminate in your mouth a cork, grass, flowers, dew or rain, or is the root, the red pleurotus,  louis vuitton leather purses

I also don't add to the empty house sticks with the desire of filling the organ peristalsis. Feed the panting after more bloated hot, it forced me empty house is day by day, but I more tired tired, not easily sun open the door and come in padded the desire of expansion in the heat of the house from the inclined out, shuttling back and forth, looking for opportunists breakthrough cracks. During the day, I stood in a room, the room is empty hot and dry; At night, I walked out of the house, the room is empty empty giants. In time, these lonely empty, alone, the desire of my shoulder, spread over the top of the empty house, continue to spread in the far-reaching.