REVIEW terraced rice paddies fragrance, a cappella birds, butterflies Manwu, clear voice.That spring we bid farewell to the soul fortress stick gently back pack and began to chase the dream farther, so a rainy day each.  When submerged Xuanrao quiet when the lights are dispersed dark dawn, when the wind outside the window again ruffled hair, quiet summer night, the scenery once you remember how much.    I do not know when to begin the habit of a person standing on the balcony late at night, listening to the soft melodies, quietly searching for the memory of each season litter flower bloom Xie, looking like his lover, he never had a moment’s residence and slack.    When the distance occasionally gust of breeze, I would faint raised mouth, silently at the hands of the notes with the passage of the fingers of a dream, not for others, just hope one day sitting alone under the lights gently opened the diary, I You can clearly portray Namur quiet landscape.    Grow up, to forget the dream o’clock in the young, over time, will never think of flowers that year is the world’s most beautiful scenery, the way of life is very short, but we are too fast, so every a quiet night as water will not help more than a sour feeling so endless.    That year, the blue sky, the kite on behalf of each one full of longing heart, just want to fly higher.That year, the grass between the river, the water sing every Sentimental thoughts.That year, I Liangxiaowucai you every day with a smile face away again today quietly looking forward to the next morning.But you know, the kite will break the final day of the season to replace the grass can not stand, but his childhood dream when I was a bustling yet withered to do everything just short of brilliant, and you treat it as the eternal picture.    Terraced rice paddies fragrance, a cappella birds, butterflies Manwu, clear voice.That spring we bid farewell to the soul fortress stick gently back pack and began to chase the dream farther, so every rainy day, we no longer remember the shelter of the eaves, flowers every day, no longer reflect brilliant you can not my eyes, has been busy walking, suddenly just a very dull night, in the moonlight you and I laugh, only to find we have wrinkled.    Once the dream crushed Homecoming, childlike smile mask the bitterness runs, sweet flowers, rain will remember who share clap silent promise.    Presence has been very hard beautiful dream with his pen, but it would only pen remember only once scenery, but not write the voice of the future.Dim the lights, the sound of rustling that seems to tell the story of another unknown, the night was still leaning against the railing I silently looked at the lake did not pan Yilian lake, actually inexplicably moved to this humble curtain dull.Red letterhead breeze confusion in the table, the moon is entrusted with the enemy’s thoughts, the stars are sparse naughty child blinking eyes, listen, frogs has not yet sleep, summer night, everything is so ordinary, everything is so as dream illusory.    The ears of the wind blowing to the left of your dreams and static summer night you woke up this has already been moved, or I’ve never closed a pair of tired eyes.