晓薇手迹

Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sign. The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. it becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal. It is the tears of the earth that keep here smiles in bloom. And only when I smile that I can see the angel passing over ^o^

Saturday, September 23, 2006

成都的小夜市,蛮有情趣的,在中国的最后一晚咯,呵呵^o^










走之前和朋友们大鱼大肉,任自己犯罪不顾……