Has flown the wind distance

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Pwehaps, insome night,I thought . June night,can the one day stars,I like frequently in having the star night, the imagination distance. The star language twittering, they are on the wind soaring double wing the filled bright eye, they use the remte tiny singing sound and the limpid moist look call to you. Anight ofcolor, extends.Starry sky, lofty.MOOD,deep blue.Missing, boundless.So the auspicious day, the mood in disorder must discard, but the recollection should cut, the shilly beautiful movie should break up The starry night must have belongs to. The starry night owership,is the wind?Only then the wind may relac the mood unrestrained, has flown easily the long and trying journey distance.When this,perhaps nearby a you irrelevant house, is standing under the treewhich a numerous flower is in full bloom, calmly waits and sees the bird according to time to shake sadly. In the wind flutters, is distance which cannot see. YOU in there,in the distant place, are looking.Breathes lonely in the wind Why did that tree flanerie open has filled the flowers?Ther think deeply heavily in the dim light of night in, in thinks deeply savors is floating anchors.Thinks deeply, in remembering fondly.Drifts, outside remembering fondly.From,drifts, is not willing to pause. Who walks in the wind, who burnt a group to burn the distressed door leaf the fire. Paces back and forth, above edge.This time, the wind has blown the indexhaustible rivers, empty static mountain valley, strange smiling face. Sad, curving, entangles the full splendid attire colored tree.But I, am not the tree,I am that wind.Night, I am soaring,likely horizon that pure white horse, by far passed over gently and swiftly. You cannot see me, I are the wind,In the dim light of night, I am soaring, pass through youto imagine touching not to arrive wilderness, the city which the overstepping plum rains lonesome