White walls, the total and the emotion of the ancient. For a single white is just a kind of extraordinary color, white, white, white, no not a normal thing even. Only white walls is an exception, common side wall, a smear on the white, the metamorphosis of a different kind of life rhythm and aesthetics.

    Today the gates last year, Moment of truth. Faces of the people do not know where to go, Love and be loved. This is a poem written in Chinese, the beauty of peach blossoms, love of the injury, is describe to the extreme. But all the white walls as if a small against the background background, will be eclipsed. Total journeying thought, thousands of years ago this spring, peach China Shining, spring wash, beautiful smile shallow girl,wedding dresses under the expanse, so that the poet Xin Jing sway. Like the spring, peach colorful, spring breeze, the beautiful girl has not a trace, Koshiro's walls in the old love, the beautiful and sad.

    Over the years, always loved those old black and white film, black tiles and white walls like the movie took place under the old stories, babbling of music, dark shadow along with the white walls of the joys and sorrows people, years of water silently.

    Along the whitewashed walls of memory to start slowly, clear autumn afternoon sunshine through the shadows,Wedding Gowns mottled, and projected to the wall, the wind rustling the leaves, there are fences swaying, climbing a fence full of hibiscus full of lentils in the autumn vine, long list, long list of mature lentils, lentils also open with a faint spent on the wind. I was six, cousin-year-old, was a cucumber, cousin cried more than she knew, she was crying can lead to care for her grandmother. Whitewashed walls, the long shadows of the trees, cool north wind, sky blue, skinny, little grandma with the aunt is white walls and the enjoyment of the autumn afternoon of idle time, when the sun and the moon really long, ah, I can still feel the taste of time. Grandma straightened thin body, much to my outcry, the wind far away her voice, only her hair fluttering in the wind shakes, and full of wrinkles in his face full of anger, was white walls reflect the flickering shadows over the long autumn,Bridal Dress Shops ma'am looks weak one in the wind. For Grandma's biased, full of resentment I could only watch as a whole was only cucumber cousin exclusive. My mottled shade of a person alone in relying on the walls, full of sadness, even if the sunlight to shadows getting longer, the wind waves from the side rather than hula Rights. Other memory it has is a blank.

    As a remnant of the dream marks, white walls, Grandma, Aunt has passed in the autumn of the year, hard to find traces of, cousin have not seen already marrying foreign land.

    Perhaps all this is really a dream, who still remember the time that year? Only occasionally a desolate their dream of sadness.