Présentation

That winter , especially in the cold . I go on the road after school . Wind seems to tear the earth. Whistling blowing , cold . Your bike out the door from school , I see you say : in the car, I drive you home. Under the dim street light in your face like a quiet night in the moonlight. You wear a plain white plain white down jacket, gloved hands and breathed in the mouth , white scarf in the cold days significantly abnormal white . Quiet little playful smile face , quiet but childish . Wind taste of your body , like a burst of mountain breeze blowing, floating woman who all kind of taste . Chung feels like a light on the shore sultry Chunchao ...... This is the cicada's life, but also the way it's sad. At this point, I am reminded of a friend of a few words: However, return to the flat , comrades say I bought a fake , that I was afraid to spend money , is a small pull , I blame ah. yql2014