Carries too much rain

 Wet, heavy, all the memories are all immersed in the water like a sheet of paper, unable to floating extension, and then sinking.

May trip, I would like from the sun drenched tree Magnolia tree start, if you can.

seems to me there is no such sleep, in this early summer afternoon, watching the ocean they are few children ran to the banks of streams to their games, I found himself a comfortable bed sheets - stop in the high magnolia tree high crash, the seat Jeep, the dissolution of the hair, I squint out the window goes on the green of the vast network of branches criss-cross the sky's vast Department to extend, along with the endless mind the idea of walking very far away. Warm sunshine in every leaf aperture formed gradually blurring my eyes, my thoughts, I do not know when to sleep, and dark.

can I clear is clear, or else how could hear the men sitting in the shed to talk about today in the reservoir is not good, could not catch any fish; have heard women in the jubilant picking papaya The Babble voice; also the group of children, the group of children play in the water cried out to be replaced with her wet clothes. Even heard the afternoon sun light laughter, constantly, in the ear chuckle, I wonder if they hear?

So, I woke up, turned around, I found my ears were still the flower magnolia, floral faint, it was noon meal Jing given, I have been in his hand fiddling with, and with one dreams of.

looked up, magnolia trees, little green buds, the mottled shade of displacement, but also to the period of the Magnolia Blossom.