no chance but a dream.

If there is no chance, has at least a dream.
Days window
Jiangnan months
(1) the glass skylight, small clearing opened in insufficient light translucent in the bedroom. For our children is not only for us, sunroof added more light, let us feel many untold and wonderful.
(2) in summer, cicadas courtyard in the tall trees in the fields on the WaSheng, singing to brighten up will reverberate. Wearing mother sewn party brought unlined upper garment, pillow in her arms, lifted the entire face, can sometimes see when the moon is high, through the skylight, purgation gently soft moonlight. Bundles, ying ying, like water as milk, over mother almirah, blue earth in the loeser posse yinliang spot. A single two big beautiful stars, also GanReNao similar across the skylight to my mother and I gently wink, low to letters. The party narrow small skylight, the line of sight of the young enough to bring the beautiful imagination magnification, hold up, starry mysterious and interesting will fill the heart of fantasy my youth domain.
Because there is this one door 78.37% skylight, Chambers was waving a soft and sweet. Tiffany-twisted Mother stalk, slowly fan shook, cool wind will trace ground glide organism, the pleasing pole. As she borrowed the fine threads continuously light give me a breeze, while I guess kinds of riddle: "open open white," thing well "four horn." My answer is the mother picked the pond red rhombohedrons, mother and kua I intelligent. That's still not enough, mother always gave me love stories in a spoiled brat and. Often this time, she will involuntarily peer upward days a planet outside the window of two hearts crystal stars. Chang e, WuGang thinning the myth, and guangxi in my mind swaying eloquence of the lotus ChiZui lovely and. Often, the voice of mother of the skylight blend that slice of light, such as stream to fondle bubbling streams through my body, overflows into my heart.

(4) more rain, especially in jiangnan find sparks the rainy season. Because of this fan skylight, more let me feel like YuYi thousand godlike poetry. Days out of the window, the night MingMang. The moon is hidden, stars hide. Only the macs drops, a cage with smoke drizzle, the tiles and a scale scale petite and skylights. Fan Childish heart, through the skylight, speculated on small one party in the entire night yu dance up huge silks and satins, if cutting a let mother to make me new clothes, how good that is ah. Always I think, rain water, soggy drink, as the once e. spread into my heart.