The sun and I sing this song

　　The morning was sporadic attractively fragrant sunlight woke. Bouncing light, twinkle in my face about, while pulling the curtain, but could not resist the enthusiasm from the gap," burst in. 　
　　Open the curtains, the sun shining, the breeze is swaying floats to fall leaves. Fall into the eye is blind be riotous with colour, is the neighbors drying quilts, sheets and colorful clothes. I like this piece of secular picture, accompaniment is from the dialect symphony, there is not much, if any of the below power saws. In fact, not noisy, there is a little quiet. 　 小荷作文网 www.zww.cn
　　On the windowsill, mouth suddenly thought of a sentence: the sun and I sing this song. Like Long Piaopiao's songs, the sun once again sing this song / string / as time past away / remember / singing is more gentle / have you laugh / with you and. Be rather baffling out such a sentence, is about because of the sunshine, sunshine, nothing can escape, transparent crystal. Read an article, said to be the sun tears can only hide in the skin, when the night is coming, when the sun is in the moonlight, whether to cry will rush skin blockade, that by chipped diamond was finally sprinkled one, never picked up. The diamond cry ah clear skin depth 　 小 荷 作文网 www.zww.cn
　　When I folded quilt, bed time, countless dust into the sky, the sun, has become a misty curtain. The naked eye can not see the particles, in the light of the force under fully visible, like the piercing eye cannot be dispelled fairy, I believe this sentence, the sun sin escape. People often say that word, said of peaceful times., about refers to the mean. 　
　　A sunny day, suddenly dies, is my fingers brushed the hair inadvertently breeze, like the fleeting, also stay time, in addition to sigh, what is left? Only the eternal sun. 　
　　Corrugated grass yellow and green under the eaves, Yan went back again, in the countless days quicksand slide, the sun I sang this song, together with the past, the time take …。. Next is what? Not want up. Although it was winter, the sun, the air is somewhat warm, lazy, sleepy. The scenery is still, this is a warm winter, may also not snowing. With the sun, the mood is still bright, also nothing bad. Life is still calm, calm and flowing water. The mouth is suffused with light smile. A few meters in the" forest" a book says:" the most beautiful scenery, always through the treacherous ridge to see. But we never revealed, leading to a secret base path and that night 's adventure." When a person is able to withstand the sun, it is certainly the youth season in the mood for love. The girl, on the door, watching from the sun that stride a person, full of vitality, very healthy. His strong arm jet-black. His smile of innocence. That 's all! A flower incense drunken days. Now as long as you approached one of the unfinished painting can smell that perfume. 　
　　Wipe the smile, if only laugh at the mouth, eyes a little smile, will not become a smile. A song, if only floating on the tune, sound without a bit of experience, will not become song. Life, if only to the material, in the memory not flowers a little, will not become a life. And the fragrance, if only in the courtyard, there is no point in sharing experience, will not become a flower! When I'm in the sun, sing the song of joy, a strange feeling, quietly from the heart flow out, an ordinary Saturday, a forgotten lyrics song, as living a life was lost in thought, in the moment, then gently touched me, touched my heart soft place. 　
　　It is touched.