Night be inductive

On the bus, the night will be the dim down. I do not know when the moon has hung up the branch top, the light in the darkness in the slow coruscate open. In the days of the Mid-Autumn festival will come in the night sky, it's always attractive. This is every day I will do, is catering to the moon, the moon in my home at the top of the head of the pentium, on walk with me. Have so little to meet, as if it knows me, is a ShenJiao already a long time of friends.blakeszw88 yaplog blog
The car for a walk off, sometimes hurried, sometimes slow leisurely. The car, the few people leaving the sat a few, probably is busy day everyone weary, the car is all the more quiet. I opened the window of the left, the wind with the speed or strong or weak in the face of the lap of I, is very relaxed. I like this season, the wind is always so gently dry season remains in a drop of cool and refreshing. I see the all things are coming to me, fast, so a rub shoulders, and disappeared in the behind me. I don't often look back, sometimes caught in the heart's, also only back light glance one eye. Miss lies only in the eyes, and stop for a moment will be enough.
Or the same way home, fixed good travel article, the same street light red from the sky. Just how much does not know the transform walked off, get on the car, have only each other in a hurry, or indifferent between also have several days, remember, the counterparts think of also only know but there is no less. Even remember also, greet a few rare emmeniopathy busy back. I always prim sits in the corner, watching those colorful neon street, say a prosperous, tired of watching can only say people a lot of the light is very bright. On both sides of streets firm and a few lights place, just early didn't sound, the only bicycle and motorcycle, car is still in di di di NongNong nong bleating, as if in ChangShou live songs like, very let people idle, relax. Or the tricycle on two word came a high and low's shouts,szwrobert otaden blog  and the gold vessels tink the bell ringing sound of touch attack. I looked at, listening to the quiet that sound and silence clever together, a pure and sweet heart on frivolous.
The pedestrians on the street or ChuiShou go, or dragged put on hold, I think they should be in the direction toward home now. Perhaps because the coming of the night I think so of reflection, as if their face the show more or less like to relax. After all my life is following the point I think that this is the very stable, is worth the meet, because my night is belong to me, I can do any daydream, and no one retort.