Akiyama Jing Chu Mi Oz

 Akiyama Jing Chu Mi Li Yao Yao
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dust everywhere, all day flying in Shenpan. Unconsciously, bright eyes white teeth of the window, it becomes gray outside daylight Jiaojiao, the house was dreary as dusk. So we have an apathetic face. Gunpa bruises in the secular world for a long time, dust has become a part of our body. dusty streets, makes us feel like a duck's calmly.
if in Beijing, Shanghai, Hangzhou and other large cities, looking for a bright and clean place, I do not know how long, how far to go in vain. Unlike in Jinhua, Ssangyong Scenic River in the city, takes only take a car out of the city north, after half an hour, then exposure to wild and free in the vegetation, fresh mountain air. If in the other seasons, there are flowers are blooming, birds Fun Da, it will not bother to feel the mountain air. but why we are into the mountains in the late autumn, Shanhua died down, and the birds flying over the traces of the erased. vegetation left in place, but it has such Laosengruding like, uphold the stand, ignoring the Xingke between. Those season, restless mind, has also been fermented into deep and shallow drunk, shone through in the face, the wind cold. At this moment, the air flapping bonnet Qinliang coming face, actually makes us feel a moment of suffocation . so recovered, found that stand in front of windows that face the gray was gone, as has been seen all over the general wash, clean. facial features become particularly acute at the moment, all the way to identify the cross-stream Watermark stack, pine bark and leaves scattered dense Zhuanti notes.
walked, they can not stop. until the corner of the Wong Tai Sin Temple cornices ancestral mountain vast suddenly the pen from the ramp out of Italy, block ahead. mind startled, and remember the immortal here, the yellow in the early levels. Looking back, Jin is really a chaos, swords, the immortal who seems the only way out dirt. At first, Huang Chu-ping must also be hours into the mountains in late autumn from the vegetation withered, the touch somewhere that great and indifferent gods. A Hill to start at his feet like an extension until the clouds deep. sit on the rocks, breathing steadily, you perceive between the dense vegetation solemnity. deep blue sky, as if the gods of the face, Yunsheng cloud off, is something we do not speculate on the metaphysical thoughts through. the Buddhist Pure Land on the other side, the Taoist In contrast, I like the Taoist, convenient way to ass a little bit numb. is a is a Daoist is also a means of self-entertainment.
Red from the Pure Land, never only one step away. climb top of the hill, Jinhua City, not far away place, lined with buildings gather the flock seems to be cold. very high cold ah. and nostalgia played a garret in the warm, tea Jiuhan Department impassioned, the daily necessities of understanding hh Better go back, I spread my wings, leap, a moment later, the Red has been living in lofty.