Empty Lane Caprice

[REVIEW] rain is not the same as gently scattered in the air, settled at Dai-colored alleys, sections in the foil in the line of ink.I’m just passing through here, for everything here is just strange and curious.  Che captures a bright fire in the alley Dai blue, the look ethereal but Joseph astringent, light but lingering.Night woman singing ditties and it looks bleak pale, cold cold touch of the flu gift.My mind slips stuck in the pen, scrawled skew.    Put aside the curtain, the house began to tick like a scattered light rain, earthy smell of fish wanton disperses in the dark.    He has been immersed in the night, still bustling downtown sidewalks in the charming neon.I deviated from the sound of the city, was removed to a secluded road.Close your eyes and sniffed light, thin cool moisture, I looked up to see the stars in the sky is not so bright, it touches on the delicate spider-like overturning on my cheek, very cool and comfortable.You can smell far barking, rapid across my ears.I am curious Mother walked over, poked his head out, at heart he was a Qiexi – it really is a secluded alley, is not favored by the dim light of the scorching.    Some dim light rustle reflected in the secluded side street in the foot of the residual loss of moss Tumi has been reluctant to go bad, actually bigot in profusion among the stones, accompanied by the vicissitudes of the old wall, day dependent.Although the alley is not the sound of someone else, only me in the diffuse light rain wet stone road, traveled alone.Still night, moonlight but added a bit of howling, I still follow the dim light of the fire line, alley lingering, I walked interesting, with the guidance of the moon, all things are attached in front of the water fog, somewhat vague, like an old painting, smearing brightened somewhat charm.Old house next to the roadway still seems lit orange lights, set off in this general night in a ripple, unique and gentle.    Rain is so gently divergent scattered in the air, settled at Dai-colored alleys, sections in the foil in the line of ink.I’m just passing through here, for everything here is just strange and curious.I never heard of obstinate obstinate voiceless, shortness of breath Qiongyin.I thought to myself once bustling, now only the ancient wall Canqiang, perhaps weathered the years to polish him, or is he too much to bear age, already exhausted.    I can not help out his hand, touch.Verge – rough stone walls become moist and silky, like how long ago peerless elegance, mighty proud of the way.    Fine light was so dazzling, I could not help but want to cry.  At the end of the alley, a glass colored lights lonely patrol everything.  Alley follow in my footsteps, pull slender shadow.  He melted into the shining light, and then gone.[Editor: leaf]