My dream is very small,very funny,but I still used to fantasy ......
The dying sun blood-red.Great balls of red clouds in the sky as Van Gogh's modern paintings.The remaining few drops of shallow bright pink through the aperture sprinkled on the pedestrians.Everything was gone,only a kind of comfort in the waves ......A rare one weekend,don't have school tomorrow,today can go out for a walk.
I often think,if the morning is a beginning,a young,a naive,the sunset?Is a kind of aging,or a mature?I don't know,I don't want to know.I only want to be immersed in a kind of rare walking aimlessly ......
Along the way,the adults in a walk.I don't know in the evening walk adults unique habits is it right?.Is it right?I walk an old head on young shoulders?Is it right?A waste of time?Maybe,you will say that I am with no ambition at all.But you know,a literary family may in the dusk of birth.Maybe,you will say I am too arrogant.However,a full and meaningful life is the idea behind the yearning.Dream eyes is dynamic,it is beautiful.
I really like walking in the evening,let all the trouble away,let the feeble life more red dream.Beautiful sunset,good comfort me ......
