A rest day

egozz 2015-7-19 20:09
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The day was sunny. The sun was shining brightly in the sun, and the sun was bright in four weeks. In the morning, asked her daughter, the sheets, quilt for all. Then we division, the daughter take...

The day was sunny. The sun was shining brightly in the sun, and the sun was bright in four weeks. In the morning, asked her daughter, the sheets, quilt for all. Then we division, the daughter take wipe furniture and window cloth, I am responsible for sweeping, mopping the floor. Have a clean. When he swept to one of his hair, he cried out, "your hair". Daughter ran over a look: "not me, this is a color," said her daughter. "Then this is your bar, a black one." Ha ha ha...... Mother daughter both laughed, my family's laughter came back, very good. In the distance a cicada, barking in the sunlight, As one falls, the cicadas, have a taste of summer. Afternoon nap, wake up, sleeping on the floor pan with bright windows and clean tables, clean light. Through the window, downstairs to see the grass, motionless, like falling asleep. In the sun, there is dust flying, they are so small, so light, and gently looking at them in the air flow, in the quiet, feelings of self adaptation.

This season, through the text, also made the acquaintance of a friend sister, her little age, writing is very good, worthy of praise. She liked me, but also very trust me, told me about some of my daughter's little secret. First, a sister's identity to enlighten her. Little sister asked me, what time will the book, listen to the laughter. I write this article, purely personal hobbies, and lazy, and my book, do not know these years, but thank she likes me to write the text. Walking in the kingdom of text, met a woman to write the text, they and I have the same mind, love writing, simple minded, kind-hearted. Hope that they are in their own sky, as bright as the summer flowers open.

July, plenty of rain, the roadside green bristlegrass, excellent, and some have been heading the, blowing wind, grass will in the breeze gentle dance. There is a tree that dates, blossom place, has produced or large, or small fruit. One day in the dates have quietly grown up, green, there is hope, as water day has become vivid.

In the blink of an eye, this summer has been over, the message is on the way. Sitting in the end of the summer, autumn come from the heart. Then clear, sunny autumn, sweet scented osmanthus fragrance, where there is a little small happiness waiting for me.

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