Chapter 37 memory

Intermittent tunes, the most beautiful or gentle night, with the stars of the day. On the stalk of memory, who doesn't have Two or three elegant flowers, covered with emotional flowers nameless expansion The fragrance of wild lotus, The moonlight in every quiet place. The wind blows on the lake, and the hair is messed up, or The surface of the water is wrinkled like the brocade of fish scales. The vastness in all directions is like a dream Rippling with the wandering past in the center Without a trace, anyone know the picture, The reflection of memory sinking underwater!