The rain lane

Play step... Play step... Your footsteps echoes in the empty lane.

You 'thin clothes, walked on wet lane. You heard his footsteps, with their heart, go straight. A string of bai shuiling's clever footprints, instantly engrave in the green flag. You occasionally stooping low, - blinked, slowly reached out and touch these still have oneself body temperature memory, eyes a flicker of gentle sadness.  vintage herve leger skirt

You forget to bring an umbrella? You have no umbrella?

You don't see a clove the same caked with sadness fell girl: a red YouZhiSan, a piece of clothes, a very long braid, in squirming alone around back.

A faint fragrance, silently by storm. You lift up your head, look at the sides of the alley than season still dark house, mostly is cold wall. Suddenly, you see a window open, in damp the breeze shaking. You saw a flower girl, silently at the window open Windows, carve patterns or designs on woodwork, lean on her utter the melancholy. Single  womens herve leger skirt

You never know where doors. You want to, that door, whether there will be two stone lions, crouched there has hundred years, the millennium? You think you cross into, walk in the cobblestone winding path. The water snails were sort of way, turn, turn my bamboo, once twist rain corridor; Just a few of the lotus pond in mandarin to accompany the below silently combed by rain wet feathers, colorful feathers on the surface of the water ablaze.