through the gentle breeze

through the gentle breeze, can still smell a little faint scent of ink smell, carefree looked up, only to find that as you like: A cheongsam with the sea and the sky, the peach blossom, beautiful scenery, with a comfortable breeze, so pleasing to the eye. Time, like the depression of the deep forest, falling a leaf, disorderly. Whirling dance in the years of the ancient road, like the wind, like a hidden, free in the memories of the past, burned all the little drops in the process of life, the picture of growth, sweet and sour taste, will be one collection of the years of memory.