Gray, seems a kind of lonely tone, decadent, clean and shallow exudes inexplicable sadness.

    Like traveling alone, a person back bags, boarded the train travel, the sky dark and knows no boundaries, I do not know at the end of the train approached the gray distance. Nameless dilapidated platform, covered with brown and moss, the old dilapidated stone wall, in the gloomy corners of the silent while this eyeful of color under the gray overcast, how many people do the things that have gone with the wind? Time the bitter taste gradually filled heart and home have been far beyond the thousand hills.

    Classical literature, the beautiful woman, a lonely one, such as flowers open quietly deep in the ancient wall of the courtyard, tall, brown-colored walls but I still can hide their youthful restlessness of the heart. The background of dark scenes, full of dark shadows of the trees, but enjoy life's Peony Pavilion interpretation.

    I have to say gray, the color of those villages, as full of hidden melancholy atmosphere. Always feel that it belongs to the village of color, gray tile, gray sky, gray shadows of the trees, ancient, remote village, whose memory is not a gray hue Mang do? Under a gray sky,wedding dress blue and gray tiles covered with layers of the roof of southern low, calm, soaked years of prints and gray in the gray smoke rising over the village, floats in the gray fields.

    In the spring, the rhythm of the rain, such as sun and moon, like a long, slowly dripping from the eaves tile, I hang around in a small figure next to the Rose cottage,Wedding Gown Dress in a gray rain and fog in which large roses bloom just , a blossoming red flower swaying in the spring rain between. I remember also a tall paulownia, a tung blossom blossoming blue purple float in the wind, covered with a gray roof cottage, a distance, as if under a layer of Zi Xue, remember the above burst into a gray magpie docked singing, the air was filled with a kind and sweet fragrance of spring wild. Mystery of rain in the south, the farmhouse by the window there is a girl who is hard at school, for our rude surprise visit these children, she turned a deaf ear, we were surprised to have such a hard and gentle girl, I still I remember her as in appearance, she cut a homogeneous ears, short hair, a plain clothes. Clean, elegant room, emitting a faint floral bursts, Ji Zhi bloom of red rose just plug in glass bottles filled with fresh water, gray rainy day for the eyeful added some bright and beautiful colors. She hands the book, read poems softly, her face shiny red fetch water.

    I do not know when,Alter Wedding Dress the village has become a gray color, red, green glazed tiles in the sun shining flash light, wall covered with colorful tiles and much of western-style houses and where they stand, those girls wearing fashionable clothes , paraded up and loudly walk from the village lane.

    Walking in this piece gave birth to my land, I am extremely strange, bewildered, my gray village where gone? In that Tung Blossom in full bloom under a tree violet blue, my little shadow, but also gentle girl who went where?