Thanks for the promotion of the public network number and the number of petals Furuta Road 9, so many of my friends like my illustration, like I can focus on my micro-channel public number: BULIN2016
This is just one illustration of the creation of picture books, "Time", which sounds like a romantic story of a literary, but maybe not yet. . . . . .

Everyone has a dead, get out of their own, others break do not go in, I put the deepest secrets in there, sometimes we just want to live in their own world, where there are Spring and Autumn, there is resentment indignation, there are years of quiet good ......

Remember the past, you let me wither life comes shining through, you ignited my passion for life, is you, is you ......
I have also not without a happy time, but the time wasted love.
The sun is just right, it probably is like this.

Others go to college weekend walk relive campus atmosphere, the sun on the playground, as if back to our college days.

We have seen the West, we use both feet measured over Sir Georg Solti, will be forever fixed in the misty rain season. No lingering sun no longer reflected the moon no intoxicating instant warm air in the clouds dissipate.

Everything plainly, but we still missed a hurry, because you believe in fate, because I suspect that life - Gu Cheng "miss"

On this day, foggy, under a light rain, a bit cold Shanghai, the first time I stood on the opposite side, watching often go to the river, watching the Nanjing East Road, blurred images in a daze, memories everywhere here .... ..

So I moved, changed jobs, left the place full of memories, excited, sad to start a new life

Because once again dream, woke up again, powerless sentimental, you can enjoy a refreshing night of it at the moment. Yuanzai years can not go back

Playing the ukulele you left, but the mood flew away, she flew away when I heard that song, palms grow suddenly entangled curve, sensible before, but the situation move after a long day of stay, considered no, fleeting ......

Since the beginning of a hug, then end it with a hug! Even if it is my imagination to embrace a better look. I just want to say: Goodbye time.

Finally, I heard you're getting married, I wish you infertility, goodbye bloom.