Note on December 15.

Also nest in bed this morning when the track was seen heard shouting hysterically, really cold. Sure enough, after getting out to see the tree shook, the wind Xiao Xiao.

Cooling rate really big, I suddenly felt the weather gets cold again. After the fastest put on clothes, still thinking about that warm blanket. Have to hurry it, so I can not ah, only reluctantly part with it! Ha ha ha ......

The streets were blown leaves on the street, also did not seem to mind the cleaners to clean the leaves. Well, after all, then swept clean, a little later will be the wind was filling the streets, why bother it?

Among the feel, the fall seems to have gone away. School golden ginkgo tree before the tree has yellow leaves fall for now, accompanied by waves of cool slowly falling, and on earth rolling into the distance. It was overcast, thick clouds that always pressure in the head; rare Phnom Penh renowned sun, occasionally enjoy in the afternoon, have a chance this bright but no warmth of the sun.

Fairly fresh air strike! Cool, take a deep one, through thorough heart, like mint aroma gives a generally sober. Is This is called refreshing? Hey ......

Ye Hao autumn, winter worth mentioning. In short it seems that these years have not seen the big scene Various Artists, remember as a child always looked up to the sky like, hope the birds in the sky, looking at the clouds, whither the boundless universe. But my eyes so bad now, can only hope the universe, and this was temporary as the comfort of it.

Suddenly remembered, not fragrant osmanthus it, how to December of it? This is how weird weather ah, this time last year, sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance can be had of it! Osmanthus home two basins that, in previous years, a time to be with incense, now only broken branches, but also hope for what fragrance ah. I'm actually looking forward to the fragrance bloom!

So this time last year, is when? Not seem eyesight, memory is also affected, and really have this feeling. At the time I am not now me, or that I am not the time, I now, two descriptions are two meanings, myself understand ...... but was not changed, ah, how this can be understood better. That used to describe a poem about it: changed everything off.

Winter taste really thick up. Selling Christmas decorations on the street, it is probably because of this reason, everyone looking forward to a little snow.

The first time I saw snow, or third grade it ......