little to west horizon draws close

Distant farmhouse fields have shown a grey colour, the sky and the streets are all rendering these dark atmosphere. The road was fringed with stacks with bare trees, and in the sky is wanton float in the sky of dust and waste to the city, more add a dark tonal! The winds moan, brushing long and bend the village streets, give a person a kind of recourse troubles imply.

Pole sparrows, door the cats in the tunnel, and crouching in the corner of the dog, seem to feel the brisk wind chill 999. In winter, whether or no biological creatures, severe winds and the raging, were in the sky to float in the sky of dust, low clouds, and each factory of smoke, become dim and lifeless. The sun sullen face, is covered with dark effeminate glow, little to west horizon draws close, dusk.

Home, is warm harbor.

Without your home, it is the silence and sorrow, the cold winter, your breath for the cabin bring intermittent warm meaning. When we get together, always for the remaining in the brain numerous and someprecipitations heart knot, and long disregard for the many subtle plot in daily life. Who would notice never-ending foot, casual life trivial left the contemplation of the bitter read?