Rain Pomegranate

Rain in late May, the next up and endless. This time, this should be too anxious to go too fast to heavy rain, and think naturally, like the emotions, will, regardless of the time, sometimes emotional, sometimes calm, sometimes gentle and affectionate, sometimes pungent get people. Nature, Nature, is the most natural, human rights only to adapt.
Garden of pomegranate bloom is brilliant, light rain slender thin air, kissed the petals, slightly trembling, more delicate, people stop, linger. The hands of the blue umbrella seems to inadvertently fall, still, looking at the greed, want to have, until the umbrella really fall to the ground, it bent down, picked up, and slowly closed, along with yourself and pomegranate Drizzle with the game.
Has been soaked clothes, even light rain, stand up bit by bit, kept falling, people still give the natural way of. Step by step, looking back, walked back to his hut. Old music umbrella down, stand in the doorway watching.
Old music is not old, was only twenty years old. Was called the old music, because he is always happy to make their own, do not sweat it, things can not be disturbed by the chaotic world. Living in high-rise buildings, cars, advertising, composition of the environment, it is necessary to maintain a positive attitude to make their own, arbitrary order for your life in the sea of life has left a deep drop of their own. The envy of his colleagues are always laughing every day, he said that when journalists are always anxious, how to face the person being interviewed it, so laughing, laughing.
Pomegranate looking at the rain, the old music come to the right feel. In winter, snow time, where he interviewed and found this Megranate then think of the scene today, it opened the season in the pomegranate, the newspaper said interviews with important events to come, today is already the next day the.
Far, a pink shadow gradually becomes clear, is a small mark, the village girl. Yesterday, the old music came straight to the house, the house is only one girl, she says, is not the owner of this house, when she was visiting here just fine playing, and said if you like, you can here stay.
Small marks have come to the old music in front of the basket in their hands to him. "I come to you to deliver meals." Basket, looked at her hands, old music remembered first meeting, she sheepishly said, "I can give you a meal." Thought the world of good old music really more, there is such a innocent girl, I do not call the old music, will have a happy. The world is not as dark as to be so, perhaps not deliberately anti-a, where I can relax.
Small marks are prepared to put the basket into the house, the old music, said: "Small marks, and so on!"
Old music into the room, the small table to move out.
"Brother, it is raining!"
When small marks called Big Brother, blushing red. Sweep at her old music, the village girl is simple, calls out big brother to blush. He did not intend to tease him, pretending nothing had happened, said: "This is more poetic."
Haha, the old music in my heart smile. Think, when in the city, never said "poetic" word, to the performance of a man's grace, where the need for poetic bookish, but at this time, but said so.
Together with the old music to accompany a small mark in the rain, watching him eat. The old music does not have the heart.Cheap ClothesJuniors DressesLED LightRenault can clipbmw gt1Aluminium Powder led lightSEO ServicesReplica Watches