Thousands of days and nights, never seen you like butterflies fluttering in my window.I pushed open the long-closed window of heart, a burst of autumn seems to have hit, suddenly I feel so warm, perhaps too long to close the window of heart accommodate a bar. In the early autumn of that round moon, I suddenly have the feeling array of pain, can not tell why, forget something, you do not come back yet? Summer and autumn, the nature of the mountains and rivers fall imaging dress a bride to be married, at first glance, the mountains had put on golden dress, fields of crops with the joy of harvest tells the life of glory. In September, ten consecutive days of rainy weather, has been completely wet this beautiful ancient capital, but also wet my heart, but moist tenderness grace of Qiu Ju. Walking through the streets of Luoyang, next to one of the legendary cities with streets named, I slow Careless again and again as if looking for something, perhaps a person, perhaps some unforgettable memories. That if I was in heaven being perplexed?Otherwise I will not suddenly have the feeling of heart bursts of pain, total determination to thoroughly forgotten, always inadvertently think they can. All along, she is my shadow, not calm with me through the years.Sometimes always want from Pat is a writer, a concept to their own emotional story into a novel, it must be very exciting. My story did not talk to anyone, just in time to open the annual Chrysanthemum, alone to the outskirts personally take Ju, into wreaths, put on your tomb. Sometimes, I secretly told myself to forget you, next year, when no longer open to the Chrysanthemum mining Ju, can not listen to the command center of the brain, can not bundle their own.When Chrysanthemum bloom every year, no matter how busy, or traveling thousands of miles away, I will come back in time for the Chrysanthemum flower, for her taken to the undertaking of a bunch of chrysanthemums with dew. Today, I still had left her pregnant with anxious I share the warmth, walking on the stage of life, over and over again bitter swan song written for her. While a few decades ago, you go in a hurry, no time to do my bride.For decades, I can not get any messages from heaven for you, every time the dead of night, I just quietly opened the books that album, tears dripping on yellowing photograph.Time is past, it is impossible to change the star turn clouds, I stood helpless bridge, plunged into the memories of the old Cheng pulls things, the promise had been somewhat fragmented, but my heart is still deep bone marrow to you.However, I have not forgotten the original agreement, each year in the Chrysanthemum in full bloom, to adopt a daisy with dew to you. I know deep in my memory, always moving collection of original TV drama, sometimes deep burn on heart, I know that only you can read my feelings at this moment, although we do not step into the wedding hall, leaving only some fragments, but I am also very satisfied, because you gave me the most beautiful on earth happiest time! Everything has become memories, though I do not believe in Jesus, but I still have to thank God that he let me know what is love?
REVIEW mother, I listened to the sound of the leaves shake, shake out the window I saw the shadows of the trees.But now, I’m not afraid, I would not like before threw herself into your arms, keep your hands to drive away all the fear and cold. Mother, out of the window windy.I can not hear you!Mother, bright stars outside the window, but you light up my?Like how many times the cold night, you lit my support for the tiny Candle? Front desk lamp, very bright, bright cold. And I, now, mother, I sit here, I can not look up at it, it’s bright glare.I just stared out the window and saw himself on the glass that strange. Mother, I sat there, quietly think once everything; you can feel my thoughts right now?In this strange place, I miss you so. How many days, how many times, so I am looking out the window, not the familiar footsteps, and no familiar taste.This is because without you, mother. Windy, I can feel anxious when they squeezed through the door, they also left the children at home do?They are also looking for the ultimate rely on it?They go through me, and I told the outside world boring. They come from?They go? They may have been where you are, they can be piggybacked Your message? They did not leave, they take the greed plundered all my temperature. Table lamp was unmoved, quietly issued the same light, they looked swept everything.Without your caution, you do not care, life goes on as if the movie does not pause.In the exchange of light and shadow, but I lost myself. Day is like a slide, a picture appeared, I clicked all tomorrow, but no new gratitude.The lights are too bright, I see a clear image of your face memory. I lit a candle, candlelit find you in, my mother. With wind excuse to stay, they coerced the candle, trying to tear, you want to take it together.Mother, if you are, you will stop working, the hands on the joint, muzzle candle, mother, you with their hands to build up a small lantern, a small flame will be proud of the jump, your finger cracks will be revealed red light, where every dynasty has not finished your story, you will be 11 projected on the wall image for my Kingdoms, as I speak.Change of hand, lively style, simple thinking, unbridled laughter.You faint smile, the number of hidden intimacy and love? I grew up watching snuff, I quietly listening to you, you tell me gently to my future goals and plans.You smile, that you’re looking forward to it I was growing up, my mother? Now, I am in candlelight, I was able to see the silly, able to measure the gap before and after.Yes, mother, you use a faint smile, little desire to encourage me, so I slowly grew up in a small meet in. Mother, now, on the ground without your physique, just opposite the candlelight projection of my own, like a given set of puppets waiting for the next instruction. Mother, I listened to the sound of the leaves shake, shake out the window I saw the shadows of the trees.But now, I’m not afraid, I would not like before threw herself into your arms, keep your hands to drive away all the fear and cold. Now, I just sat quietly, watching the shadows shaking, thinking once.Perhaps, everything has been shattered reality in no time coordinate system, you will find nothing has changed..Grass still soaring with their height, their own little cloud still Guzhang cheongsam.And I’m still looking for that smile in the candlelight.[Editor: Can children]
My home study sounded the wall in my books, is a witness, witness Taoshu my history, my history also witnessed growth. I do not know what kind of disputes and book previous life, cause I have no interest in a group of wild child followed the arrest of a bird on the tree river and shrimp during their childhood, but to focus on the book.As I searched all the silly like mad people may have books, avidly read books or that no skin or missing pages or illegible scribble comic, magazines, language textbooks, history books and even geography textbooks.Then these books after I read countless times, become more worn, stacked in a small house, it is my treasure. Yet it is these books, paved a smooth ride, made me stand out from the many children in the same village, feet ashore, went to the provincial capital from the county, the township became the only female students. My four years of college life has nothing to do with the Excursion, has nothing to do with the love affair, go hand in hand, or the multitude of books, his alma mater, the China division of books has always been second to none in its class universities in the.Entered the library, I just like the fish into the sea, found his home.Indus thick window shade, quiet reading room, the old paint must not recognize the tables and chairs, yellowed books through the hands of countless students, I left permanent memories.Encounter a good book has long been admired my holiday, and school book sale will be held from time to time for me as much as Carnival.Every time, I Chuaizhuo month’s living expenses (50 yuan), piles of books in a row patiently looking after those familiar with the title and author’s name, pay fifty cents or a dollar, Gorky, Pushkin, Zweig, Mayakovsky, etc. outsize great writer, it was a wonderful reflection of my Yi Tangtang bedroom, accompanied by my pillow (there is no other place on display), fresh in my dreams outer. However, from high school to college, from bookstores everywhere in the provincial capital to the Xinhua bookstore only one prefecture-level city, I have never experienced such a festival.My books have reduced instead of increased, if a new book tens of dollars of high prices does not make me flinch, then those titles shocking enough to make me wince.Thick black school, teach you fraud, rich history, Aventure, you just grab the first thing on the line, as you can not let a second look, it is not even booksellers care of things. More and more new books bookstore, and those great names have turned away from our book, those moving and thinking also step down the stage of history, we read power, wealth reading, reading impetuous, reading from that the secret of a variety of tricks, gradually, a book for us, is no longer a book, made for thin bamboo former butcher case, lady’s lap dog, myopia on large sunglasses, sink were fascinated by opium.Those who have gone through a century of vicissitudes of years, all the world has witnessed the joys and sorrows, cheer generations reading spiritual books people do?Those ink lingering fragrance of the book it?Soulful warble those innumerable twists and turns it? Tonight, the moonlight, accompanied by insects, holding a roll of old books, half a cup of cold tea products, sages and worthies expanded spiritual dialogue, it is that you do?
Wake up to, sunset has been warm pot of youthful, rippling, a man stood silently staring, rub it into the clear autumn dark eye, wind only rain habitat, formed the slightest hint of rain, gentle thoughts.Gentle, quiet, only the sound of sandy tidal pat. Quiet very beautiful, Wan sleep, no noisy heart, silent.Not sad not happy state of mind to enjoy a touch of autumn silence, walking along the twilight, the sky and the sea unspoken feelings of each other in silence.Sunset reed wind and Yao, the autumn wind whispers also the fragrance.Autumn over the ear, such as tea-like odor smelling of precipitation.One of the most beautiful time, probably so, maybe is slumbering, she longed to fly light stretch and wanted to cross the sunset at the end, willing to do a bunch of Dihua bloom in this madding crowd dressed in Autumn Moon Shadow Lane, serene, gentle, chilly. Withered petals, a lotus, the Tragic ending.And I, alone autumn calm, an atmosphere fascinated.Silent Hill is more, the water is more profound, eager smoke dispersed, leaving a calm.Heart, more quiet, quiet past are afraid, it will calm down a little bit dispersed.Everything is Shanfanjiujian up branches no longer tedious, not blazing sun, right and wrong are left to spend the time to heal.Your friendship between me, as the end of this Wang Qingqiu precipitation point of the ink have given many years to the fall of the lake levels become indifferent calm.And my mind, go with the flow more loving attitude, simple life. You would like to pass along to bring a youthful heart, the place in the evening sunset Lake Placid Huanxi, busy busy corner in Lost prime time, do a spiritual life Hao Jie travelers. Life is a journey, life is a silhouette of the trip. The people, it seems, there are four seasons.Four Seasons possession of mind, knowing bittersweet taste.We, more choice is no mention in the group were on the way.Looking reflection reflected on the water, the waves young thin cold section by section.Less time fine craftsmanship, solitude parallel, the achievements of a person’s temperament cool GuaWei.Quiet, it is a unique person Northland, like Heart Garden, joy silence, silent love.That year, someone has to break the boy’s flute late autumn, disrupting the flow of water go hand in hand over.At the moment, I suddenly remembered you, through another day like a drop of water falling in Autumn in crisp sound, and sincere thanks to all of encouragement along the way.Seen, you picked up the hairpin in the hair of a pink clouds for juveniles. Less green, Akigusa also still flourishing.Aoyama only shadow, Swallow perched in a thicket of leaves.Carefully read the autumn under the white moon among pot of flowers overflow broken words, the wilderness coast of the stars blinking, the foot of the soil as well as yesterday, Yan pear rain leave a fragrance, seems to you through breath, still, like mint cool and bright, soft white, like the moon.Smoke rises gently floating in the river, low brow, I know that the wind will bring you the news.Like a person, has become the most monotonous melody autumn.However, you can not hear.When it before you write someone’s name in the Sansei stone, you will only doomed entangled in someone else’s dream.We meet each other in this life rub shoulders, and you step away, a look back you can see there is a man-made painted moon.But, after all, you never know, also not meant to turn around.Between people chasing each other with a dream, I do not want to wake up black and blue, more alone licking their wounds endure in silence, in the end, who is the title on your apex moon? Shake off the autumn leaves, covering the same blue mind.Floc shadow displaced, the World bitter chapter written off, burning a light heart, a heavy past pages slowly burning, the mind looks more and more blurred, some people are increasingly out of reach.Reincarnation, karma phase transition, the wind blows, but a handful of ashes into the afterlife Chunni.Overlooking the river youthful, eye, passing a deep bay Hong; tears rolled into a Jianghao Han.This red ink who knocked Yan, dye penetration Manshan leaves, a river also washed youthful world Red Acacia endless pain.It found that when people come Pu Tizi is this, purely physical and mental.Go Shique is dust in the dust, life is a dream crazy bitter wind.Regret, Liu Yu Qing few achievements under the Bodhi tree beings, and more people like moths to a flame, cut, and chaotic.I, however, was a dust. Cool autumn, the ripple time, noisy street standing knit time.Listen to crisp bell sounded repentant echo fingertips.They come, the security.On the road more willing to understand yourself, a little more compassion, harmony life.It is both a dust, but also free and easy in the dust.
In my mind, the “base” is a historical origin, cultural heritage, some kind of a symbol of the spirit of the word monument, which is reminiscent of barren mountain village, harsh environment, good honest farmers, soldiers of bloody war.Most important, it is reminiscent to that roar in the unique beauty of silence. Our school, the “base” is composed of a plurality restaurant “dining room”, we love to call it “base canteen”.Its position relative to other canteens some remote, ordinary, or even hesitate to say some simple.They located the position of the foot, a number of restaurants reshaping a row, the front comes wrapped crooked rows of tables and chairs, dirty scenes, behind a group of trees with tall and straight out of the original, towering momentum, the row was crowded restaurant Against the background of trees seemed so insignificant, vulnerable, like a group to be surrounded by the enemy, scared paralysis of the legs remnants, so the embarrassed, embarrassed, full of fear.In my opinion he is so spineless, and the university’s newly built up style, exudes confidence in the taste of the cafeteria in stark contrast. Our school, the “base” is composed of a plurality restaurant “dining room”, we love to call it “base canteen”.Its position relative to other canteens some remote, ordinary, or even hesitate to say some simple.They located the position of the foot, a number of restaurants reshaping a row, the front comes wrapped crooked rows of tables and chairs, dirty scenes, behind a group of trees with tall and straight out of the original, towering momentum, the row was crowded restaurant Against the background of trees seemed so insignificant, vulnerable, like a group to be surrounded by the enemy, scared paralysis of the legs remnants, so the embarrassed, embarrassed, full of fear.In my opinion he is so spineless, and the university’s newly built up style, exudes confidence in the taste of the cafeteria in stark contrast. The first to go there to eat in the old university report on the first day to take me to wear, I still remember she asked me to eat.At that time I still do not understand a lot of things for the university, she will those college application procedures and the need to pay attention to things are all tell me, then took me to visit the school, taught me to know the way.In my opinion, she is definitely the future that most men like wife and mother.But unfortunately, he said at that school for a month, I know the road is not more than three, really a little confused.The only impressive, never forget that the first time she took me to dinner “base canteen”.Heart Antan heard: “worthy is the number one food goods!”In the beginning because they do not know what else the cafeteria located in the corner of this huge school, and he is a rare find, for fear of getting lost, over time they got used to in the ‘base canteen’ Tiandu Zi.To be honest, I really just started not used to eating in there, probably because facilities condition, I always feel that there’s something dirty, smelly, then my heart will not consciously think of waste oil, I added to my heart that points nausea.But after all, emotional animals, stayed there two months later, I’ve been able to find in other stores can fill my stomach the cafeteria, I found that I actually can not do without some reluctant even some where the.This is what I had never expected! Perhaps because in that short span of two months, there are too many things that attracted me! Base is very small, even cramped little narrow, but there were gathered from different parts of the boss, can make different flavors of snacks, as well as different sectors of the rules, rather regional characteristics!I was also able to meet this kid curiosity for different areas of knowledge to food.These are all attracted the arrival of my food goods.In front of several major is open a restaurant, which comes with a few barbecue ah, small stalls selling like pancakes Shandong.Intermediate selling drinks, followed by a noodle north.My favorite food before and two restaurants of the North Noodles.Two former restaurant food spicy, but tasty.Who told me it was a girl flavors!North Noodles has its unique qualities.The most important, some aspects of which several shop owners temperament and temperament is very appealing to me. North Hall lived aspects are “man”, say things neat, is like pulling a voice to speak to others is a direct feeling.Otherwise it will not directly at the door hung a sign: “face the museum bandgap all food, otherwise confiscated!”At first, I think this family is sick now, the rules also eat something so much, made dinner here also appears to be particularly valuable as!And my heart still thinking, certainly not more in this rule, engage the shelf noodle eating.Then listen to my roommate said, “This is north of the rules, this is a common phenomenon in the north, this is the people follow their own customs, you do not make a fuss!”After listening to her, then I’d feel a little embarrassed for my own ignorance, and so I thought this noodle shop to a sudden and devastating bit of respect.A few minutes later my eyes have looked at the piece in front of the plaque, then firmly into prepared beef noodle eating their skilful manual.To the surface, I asked Aunt: “Auntie, you are a northerner it, why have such a plaque hung it fast in the South?”Auntie smiling at me, he said:” My home is in the north, although his family lived in the South, but is powerless to change long-term habits, but also a home to read to!”I saw her smiling while chatting with me while readily give me scoop a few tablespoons of beef.Roommate next Zhizhi, Xiao Ming, had red eyes and know your mouse are the envy of jealous hate.I am unique in my treatment was secretly delighted. The first restaurant I first met was an old couple Shandong.Because often there to eat pancakes, I always forget to take money’s sake, often eat there again pay the bill, but next time will pay them on time, grandmother and grandfather So remember me, so trust me, and I also became good friends, every morning to teach four classes, take the piece of the street, they would say hello to me, makes me feel good every morning special.We therefore conversational up.Each week even if not hungry, I will go there several times holding field, then chat, be thanks to this elderly couple.And they will be on my being, encouraged me to work hard in school like. These small action to me is not no little touches that make me feel warm in a strange city, in a way please let me alone invasion.But I had moved to the base, far more than these. Another time I was impressed by the time winter break fast at home last year.I remember last year did not buy tickets because I had to fly back to Yunnan Chinese New Year, when the last day and they say goodbye, and I always like a second home for dinner in the restaurant, but the meal card money, less a few cents, in advance I did not know, Who I was a little confused sometimes in life it.Not any have any money to pay him, I asked receivables Can uncle next time comes along, he was very refreshing and slightly graciously said, “It’s okay, baby, soon after school, when I ask you this meal!”Then smiling, say hello to me to say goodbye.I am full of gratitude to him, but do not put money against his party, always a little ashamed credit behavior. Take the time to be strong in my heart suddenly remembered the supermarket to buy a day before a meal to eat duck neck, the kind of special spicy varieties, but I only with a card, no money, I told him: “Uncle, can I put the card first put you here at night to get the money to you?!”It was a look of happy owner immediately become a zombie face, as if who owed him one million, would also cut my hands ready to duck neck, immediately set up his legs, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, gesture flexibility to playing under lighter, and as fiercely as marijuana cigarette to puff, staring eyes like beauty, like peering.People want to catch the pair of ghosts look out, people looked at nausea and vomiting, and my heart hated teeth itch!Of course, I’m really greedy and there are not enough factors to!Remember the incident, then the attitude of the base relative ratio uncle, said that if the “tall” in tilted his legs to sell things uncle gave me the impression that some heartless, cold, let me slightly disappointed if human , then the base of those who gave me the impression is more of a simple, kind, tolerant, generous and beautiful.I love them dearly, like love my family. Let me want to stay there another reason, because that is where the night.Every night the evening, when 90.1, almost invisible shadows School Road, mountains often nameless wind blowing a few shares, which makes the confetti hit the ground spinning, dancing jump.Occasionally, a few hypertrophy rats will jump out live scurry about it, and then proudly return to his secret cave.In such cases I saw a few back.But the base will still stood a few old records, that’s some of their classic songs.I believe that to some extent these songs are written in their hearts that some kind of complex about their age.This form of seed playing music, or so the old record player, I really have not seen.Since I can remember, most of them are more directly with computer.I do not know is not out for one particularly miss the old things, often, I have to listen to these songs, rather than fill the stomach, in the evening to go there late at night alone in a cool, despite those classic music in my ear spiral.Listening to the lyrics, my mind almost always from time to time some old music scene that appears in.I think I probably there is some kind of warm feeling of the old stuff, this complex enough for me to suddenly burst into tears at some upscale places, enough to make tears.I think this feeling is worthy of people in intensive care. Later, the first base because the restaurant business is operating bleak and transferred to another home to a group of slacker, every morning, do restaurants have already began to raise when they get up, and the group of people occasionally forget to reprove each other to work less , each time complaining about it.For nostalgia for the past that restaurant, although for the people, I will go there from time to time to eat breakfast, want to feel a certain sense, but the result is indeed they even went to brush my card to be passing the buck to each other about it!Then I had to help their own credit card, be paying the!Still later, I heard a base to accept reform, the new boss for sale again to someone else…. Yes ah, new things are always in place of the old things, new people are replacing the old one, compared to new things, old things are always lonely, he is not to be understood, not valued people, and They are ignored, forgotten, or even eliminated.We like to accept new things for its fresh, exciting as well as advanced, adapted to the trend of the times.We rarely even stop feeling lonely secluded corner of the city in which the unique beauty of the hustle and bustle of the world.We gradually lose that feeling lonely even things sensibility.As everyone knows, deep in our hearts, we miss is the old, things that have a particular significance, not only because they have our unforgettable experience, more experience because there are honest, kind, beautiful people, has spawned over our deep friendship.In fact, maybe in the end we will find that we are in need of food lonely existence, the value of which has its own existence. ”Base canteen” is lonely, it is walking on the road gradually being forgotten; it is also beautiful, as compared with those emerging in people and things, it is easy aphrodisiac, let nostalgia, people to tears.
After the beginning of autumn, dew cream.To this season’s weather is often overcast obscure stagnation, rainy. Humanity is autumn autumn worry Sharen.This it is not false.Since the autumn, the vast empty wilderness, shortness school really is lush, cool jerky, lonely Xiao Joseph thousands of miles away, trees and singing Phantom of the Opera ghost picture of solitude, totally gorgeous with no past Rong-Xin.Except only among the mountain ridge, the side scattered farms in bunches, clusters of yellow flowers – wild chrysanthemum who, to this lonely natural world inject a dash of life, not only to make people feel as Burke. Hunchbacked man on a wilderness walk in the autumn, but I saw Lili of the original on the grass had lost its former vitality and youthful appearance.They let loose with a yellow tutu recklessly shivering in the autumn, people feel very miserable deserved sympathy.Those high, the low, thick, thin, looks regular and irregular tree who spread the wings of imagination, each directed in the autumn wind out one after another moving graceful dance “drunk autumn”, so people dizzying, dazzling, unable to extricate themselves.Do not believe you see those trees sway their yellow leaves open a body, looking through the billowing in the air, he refused to give in the air competition to see who the beautiful gesture, dance limp walk charming.Competition to see who the lineup grand, magnificent momentum.That leaves a gold dancing floor, just like the fairy-like outer space under the highest heaven, and yet graceful and dignified. Any autumn wind swept wilderness, bringing waves of Autumn Sound, I forget where you are; either autumn wind lifted my hair from my face chilled to scratch, I felt the chill Qinxin; any autumn blowing my skirt, my warm chest open, within my heart faint trace of Health issued a heroic.Because clusters of yellow flowers on a wilderness that attracted me, so I found a slight feeling of life in the silence of cold, we should learn that yellow flowers bloom in solitude.Not for anything else, just for his own life journey can be as quiet beauty like a flower, the most beautiful album in writing sparse, the direct regret the self topic. Do not believe you, then scattered clusters of wild chrysanthemum clumps on the wilderness, in the vast land of autumn chill, like piles of yellow, like raging bonfire burning, to the vast land covered with a layer of golden color.They lit autumn beliefs with passion for life, with the warm light of life, my body, because I once went into the warm autumn and increasingly lonely lonely soul.With magnificent bright gold armor-like yearning of my life. Autumn wind gently blowing through the wild chrysanthemum, sent me its cool beauty of pure alcohol taste, people become far more fragrant contend.Yes ah, this scattered in the wild wild chrysanthemum, although it is not as graceful as those who chrysanthemums in flower beds, garden fed by gorgeous, grand splendid, beautiful photos of people, however, they remain in the true life, to the confusion of life has injected a firm belief.They have not only its most basic simple tones – golden yellow, but in ordinary life it himself cast of a golden glory, it illuminates the journey of life, it issued a cry of life! When implanted in their bodies frost edge, they are increasingly starting to Bo Yu passion for life, a vibrant life filled with desire smile on blooming.Perseverance of the faith deeply engraved in their face, writing brilliant life belong to their own fearless, high-spirited work hard to play a strong backbone of life, to pursue their dream of every brilliant life process. Ah, wild chrysanthemum.I love you!You really worthy of an angel autumn, autumn is the spirit of this, are you more meaning this autumn Ang Yang life, soul thinking autumn, autumn immortal!I trudged along in the autumn wind, rain, frost stepping edge.With this intention.
Under the September sky, a poetry and painting-like autumn, you.. [A] met you, plum early grind the dust cleared, the Intrigue is the Green.A delicate and exquisite snow white memo declared, such as fly-month smoke, gently knocking on each other’s hearts.Millennium Shen Xiang, wind flow back to the snow, that according to glimpse a little under the shadow of the pink twenty-four umbrella, like old friends return.Since then, the warm cordial love, September, portrait. If we say that this world, every woman’s pre-existence of both correspond to a flower, then you must have that support Painting powder surplus of water lilies, timeless and elegant, do not dye Qian Chen.When the years of easy wind penetration Liuguangfeiwu network, Xiaoxiang dream since I saw your eyebrows gradually from the autumn, conceal your flowers sweet charm and charm. Goes, as one lone legend.Even if I in the horizon, you are in cloud water.No matter how far the distance of time and space and, also arrived, but the fraternity between the text and consonance.I know that you are the equanimity woman has thoughts to warm smile and aloes, has been like a stick in his Reeds water Mei Ling Qing ink prime Curie, hold a pen calm, poetic language of life. [Two] September sky, one autumn, you, the noble glamorous masterpiece in Han Yan, Xu Allure you look back, I promise butterfly dream Yiyi.The Red thousand, as long as there is love last as long as handwritten heart, and then a long hard solitary journey, you can Fangcaoqiqi of Greenery in to Ban Zhancha incense elegant and tranquil, the rain and snow weathered ablation Debu leaving a trace.Term blossom, Liuniansishui. Horse and text over your rivers and lakes, a clear and a Xiao Jing separated scrambling and numerous earthly.Pure and simple black and white, as you do not have the pretense Yan Qing, you will be clever and graceful elements ink painting heart vividly vent.Life Experience and fleeting light and shadow build Yun fingertips she explains, in your palms to form a thin spiral of palm, light singing crooning.So, your time in Iraq made by Iranian language, glittering light waves, static if Ripples. You waited at Hong Seiitsu away the clouds waterside, listen to your dark sleeve Ying Zi’s heart, such as blue Chuzhan.Numerous Yuebaifengqing night, that a pen flowing, elegant writing, quietly opened a little scent of ink bleeding, such as Fireworks moment, how much achievement meet the fingertips of love smile!And laminated between the lines of blooming or bright sadness, splashing like bead, polished overlooking one another eye meditation.No matter how the years reversed, I know that you are my heart has always been gentle and irreplaceable Qiannian.As time has shown signs of Su Jin years. When you engrossed common text [three], will you be content with poetry and dreams strokes clear of soft grass outlines, wind and water.Whether it is caused by high rhyme of poetry, the language of Sketches or water, or a graphic superb picture and sound are flourishing prime eat only a little in your hands, natural.Each sum, moon and stars is a myth, also convert your text.Through your thoughts incense glass, as if to see you exquisite and elegant charm, scholarly overflowing in the scent of early autumn. Su Jian you turn pinkish surplus natural, earthly fireworks, falling wish language, elegant elegant borders and graphics, such as spring warm sun, greeted from.Surprised at your graceful creativeness and Wai Lan heart, like a tree, a tree of flowers.Those chapters overflowing passion poured concentrated dye, the breakdown of the length fleeting Cantabile in warm friendship, writing each way and joy of joys and sorrows of life.Bit by bit time stamp, allowing each pathway passers-by to stop and linger deep for you.Jun Yi think that behind the words, which is what Congling carved woman, can only readily spread snow Xuan years, the achievements of a network segment Langhammer fragrance of love easily?And this thin cool earth, there is none like you, like all the sincerity and enthusiasm, place text on together? Plain naive friend spend, you and I had to take the hint, and then to each other without the words deliberately flooded to stay.Regardless come and do not come in and gone, we are well aware of each other’s thoughts and blessings, never in my heart the most recluse corner, silent, but deep.Have your day, clear sky, promise big time and space suddenly thrust away, and the hearts of comfort and relying on each other’s warm enough rest. Like that day you will all chant poems collected blue, elegant and ethereal beauty to the extreme accompanied by pictures, music and picture when the gift is made, a truth kindness, apart from that, I kind of moved and how happy!You say, every time I see pictures and poems about orchids, you will think of me involuntarily and unconsciously covered up, over time, actually stocked a folder.Those pink Sudan border, also you are familiar with my preferences and skilled cut crystal.You said that you like to watch every now and then I will whisper in your placement carefully prepared for my background, watching tranquil warm words and no need to carve patterns penetrate each other, silhouetted against each other, my heart, is the untold gentle and quiet and bored. [Four] such painstaking intersection, can not tell how good!And I think as long as tall distant ancient city wall, there is such a delicate and exquisite beauty of you, according to shadow near the water, when the whisper Kiyoaki, trance feel elegant charm you on the side, Su Yi Pina sleeve of a robe, Qiaoxiaoqianxi.So, there is always a sense of warmth and emotion, filling, lingering. When the memory of the tide swept over lighted, you say the purple street free of dust, there are always some haunting feelings from Tao Yun Chung.The original can be real and unreal to contend, as old and never confront youth.This time you, just like the night blooming cereus bloom, the bright sadness alone, people pity.Allure peerless charm of a blossoming inside, who knows the process of flowers, butterfly cocoon is the long wait and the moments of pain and dying Qing Ji? Time such as water, no trace disappeared.And we, but the years hourglass in an insignificant fine dust, and even has a kind of nostalgia chant, still arrived, but the fate of traction.Fortunately, such a blessing God, make us each other’s character leaning heating, and at first sight.So, Iraq, anyway, that you and I cherish it, take good care of yourself.Life of this process, there is this meet, how much it is not easy! You see, this September with The red Dan Lu, meet again in the misty rain in the south.End of the World of Love, Grass dream is with me sing the song of blessing Li song, buckle your remote fragrant sangrakwol of Fang Chen.I believe that you must have strayed into the earthly angel, pine stick in the text, the picturesque, poetic.
Lunar August arrived, the weather is cool a lot, usually through a small street, there will be dark green tree-lined leisurely refreshing aroma wafting. Do not think carefully, they know that it is sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance comes out, thick but not smoked, with the cool breeze of autumn into the nostrils, the heart suddenly a lot of fresh.Without careful observation, that among the dense foliage, it is hard to see the look of sweet-scented osmanthus.Those petals surrounded with fine, elegant goose yellow leaves are dark green with block, like the shy girl, the face of ambiguous.In the dense woods seem to see her presence, however, that intoxicating fragrance tell you, she actually is on your side, you have no room for the slightest doubt. I really fell in love with this sweet-scented osmanthus August, and she just far can smell the unique flavor, but also because she was quieter tranquil rustic and elegant, and her growth environment with casual.Think about it, Rose can comfortably grow in unusual curb it?I think I should not, that young demon is fragile body can not withstand the wind and rain, can only grow Jiao Zi dripping obsequiousness to attract style in intensive care gardeners, however, with the fragrance of osmanthus compared to poor a lot of.Peony it very generous, but I think she’s flowers bloom almost exaggerated, more than a dash show off the ingredients, and peony requirements for living environment demanding a lot.I think the beauty of flowers to be just right for the job, such as jasper, also want to say is the ultimate shame of pure good.Plum, is my favorite species, but her cold and aloof, seems incompatible with autistic other species, can not help but at arm’s length.All of these reasons, naturally, I am fond of sweet-scented osmanthus.To put it bluntly, I fell in love with the sweet-scented osmanthus. Fine chemicals up the beauty of flowers, should be subtle and elegant appearance, intrinsic subtle fragrance, do not choose to be born squeamish, so that it can enter the hearts of ordinary people, because of her sweet-scented osmanthus rustic and windy in August in time and space. August is the best time of year, autumn, fine, clear, the temperature is neither hot nor cold, all things mature, with one of the world’s abundance.This season often remind me think fondly of the countryside, there are signs everywhere of autumn.The most simple landscape can be seen at a glance, you can close your eyes to imagine the charm of autumn.No need to modify autumn beauty and maturity is at hand.And without looking carefully, autumn has been into your heart.This feeling is just as sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance floated the quiet complementary. This year the summer season, I look at the collapse of the old house renovation, can be considered to revive for a new look, white walls, tall flat-topped, compared to the previous air a lot of the old house.New doors and windows, the clean back porch Qian Yan, abandoned old house looks old state.The old house down and the trail becomes a memory, the only backyard trees osmanthus tree still grows luxuriantly in the former residence of the land, it exudes a faint scent. Seasons rotate in time, the life experiences of the initial grace of life, then entered the mature.The middle-aged man, has long been bearish on the glitz.Once proud of the journey, such as the situation in general are light.Restless heart is no longer in life resulting in complacency, the pros and cons in her heart.Starchaser not catch on Fuming get around them, do not spare no efforts desire brilliant life.Peace of mind, their own happiness alone has. At this point, suddenly feeling into middle age, with the same quality sweet-scented osmanthus.Trying not looking for a sunny release under the lovely, do not care to spend a unique room of fertile soil, it will not feel dejected because no close friends.Lived up to the wonderful, I think it was enough triumph in the life. I smell the fragrance of osmanthus’s confession of life, is the Mid-Autumn season, if the autumn should fall yellow everywhere, why she was so elegant style of blooming splendor.Seemingly including but not exposed plain white floral able to release an amazing fragrance in the space-time champion in August.Perhaps interpretation, life is not necessarily to achieve glory in the best time of life.The hearts of obsession, but since weathered. I not only attracted to sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance, more low-key joy in general as human feelings.Spring, flowers Jing Fang, bunches of colorful, like a verse as “squandering For beautiful eyes” can be described as crowded.However, few people can identify their names, how many people can keep in mind, but ultimately short-lived vanity Bale is grandstanding. Naive, is a kind of beauty; reserved, more charming.Ordinary people can enter the heart of the United States, it does not necessarily require a large purple red swagger.Just a plume of diffuse through the branches of the Fragrance enough memorable in the depths of fleeting. 八月桂花香, I’m waiting in the depths of autumn. (QQ: 643873256)
And from sleeping soundly in the spring safely woke up, how lucky!Sleepily, side head a look, Seimei spring has been waiting a long time for the window. Advance to the school, on the playground have come earlier, who are some of the early morning reading to students.They walked reading, endorsement sides look exactly like singing folk songs in travel; they are reading, endorsement morning bird sounds more like fun and Naruto. As always, take a walk around the playground.The edge of the first ray of sunshine to illuminate the playground when the tree, pale green buds look as dashing as green stars, from the hands of nature that is truly beautiful youth, let me excited, even, so I was moved to almost to tears. A middle-aged, how always have the feeling you want to cry?Not got “eye” disease, but the inner excitement, as to why always excited, really hard to say, as if a lot of reasons, and if they did not have any reason, just to be ready, excited feeling excited occur instantaneously my feelings, or is never miss the scheduled arrival of spring, my flesh, spirit and nature are beginning to sprout. First of all because my grandson and grandnephew who can not help.To see them one by one like newly hatched birds as sweet and innocent, I always put them in his arms, talking to them, playing with them, although they are currently only know me with teasing and do not know me in the words are what matter.They will laugh, smile more innocent and naive, kind of cute is beyond words, and my heart’s joy and excitement is beyond words, I wanted to cry, and sometimes really began to cry. Over time, I always want to go to the country to visit his elderly parents, I have felt that I have more to go, or I’ll rest Hanhen.Back concise home to see their parents increasingly stooped figure and significantly slow motion, I wanted to cry, I really cry, of course, it is quietly shed tears.I know, between me and them, there is a long list of good time has been unable to recover, there are many, many shortcomings wait to make up, in theory, I have many, many remedies, the easiest is to go to accompany them. I watch it every day CCTV entertainment show “distant home”, to see the beautiful mountains and rivers, splendid culture and long history, mellow folk, colorful life, strong people, I would crowd their tears! I also saw that today, many rural children are transferred to the city school to school, their lives, either by parents entrusted to relatives and friends, or allow them to self-management to small and great, parents have to go out to workers – I also secretly tears, because the children and the children of parents who have been put on the ever-changing life of a new path, and began involuntarily flew on this road, they do not stop being necessary and possible, maybe they this very pleased, maybe they are very unhappy, however, these are not important, it is important that their children always seemed helpless and lonely, known as the “left-behind family,” my tears, because I really no greater ability to change their life situation and living conditions. Spring is here, it is again!I am familiar with the Huai, and grow new buds, and light yellow, light green, the kind of bright colors and novelty scared people!World, really no more appropriate language to describe it, my mind excited and can not talk, the overall feeling is you want to cry, as bright and vivid spring morning and was moved to want to cry, although flow in spring morning tears are very outdated. If the middle-aged life feelings are so fragile, vulnerable if people will through childhood life forever vulnerable, if the understanding of life, nostalgia for the world is to really sincere, if all the love hearts have been brewed to mellow lingering situation, then saw something real goodness, whether it be this cry? Some enemies, like last year’s flowers, forever fade; some friends, in the ocean of life’s ups and downs no fixed, some sank forever, some are still trying to float, but are like crab aging; some of their loved ones, and himself, eyes are secretly lose the look, but not decline, but not defeat, but by the wild life of the introverted state to state, emotionally and intellectually become a deep; some of my colleagues retired, came out like bird took flight, as well as more colleagues and I also work with new colleagues, like the stage play actors change field change, come, again. Regardless come and go, like all evolutionary time constancy.Winter will pass, spring will come, old people, there will always retreat to the fringes of life to remain silent.Like winter as people full of tragic past, the arrival of spring – like, refreshing, and people may feel confused. And he walked around, saw the novel again when Salvinia, as if viscosity of the sun is shallow orange, as the sun shines all the painting are heavily.The sky is gray shallow blue, very pure, translucent, like a giant diamonds in the rough.The sun, the Huai canopy, on the wire, on the roof, the floor, stay sparrows, jumping, playing, foraging.Some of them darting in the sky, flying is dedicated silent, stay down on the whims of those who also speak their minds, do not know the kids on the playground judge reading voice a blend of sound, tone, rhyme.Time colleagues very spiritual place, as if to meet with a sunny spring morning to do a lot of well-dressed, as if deliberately to please the spring and spring morning, but also to please.They look very much like the mountains in the morning or squirrel parrot, very cute, very nice. Suddenly feel, meaning all are collected in one point: At this moment, I have no resentment, not depressed, not too abstract, not arrogant, not hypocrisy, and everything I see makes me want to cry because of excitement.I know, I want to cry from the humble and sincere feeling, but also because of the humble and sincere, I set out to infinity noble.I for the life and vitality of life and tears, also in real life is very rich and broad face and was moved to tears. I also love tears, but also for their looks and status in the world shed tears.Because spring came again. March 24, 2013
Sometimes I wonder, when people did not like me, I always feel like I’m waiting for a person, when the first face of other people’s feelings, but I choose to avoid. 20 years, I have been waiting for that like themselves, and now, twenty years later, I’m waiting for the right people.Maybe there’s something we had to choose to bow.I was young at the moment, even in the eyes of many I was pedantic and uncivilized, so I still stubbornly doing the right thing they think, listen to your heart. I used to always afraid to miss the love, and now I fear most is afraid to face their own heart, love someone or hate someone worth mentioning, these are not important, we believe, the past will always come. Perhaps he was still angry, as I refused to look at him.But in fact, I saw his eyes a lot, did not tell him.Or he did not care, he just cares about us there together.Not all things will have results, believe that as long as the heart is like. Maybe I have panic people like me leave, I am no longer afraid of being the last to leave, but afraid because I like people like me become a negative energy, in my opinion, no matter what kind of feelings, we should make it more strong and brave Yes. He encouraged me to say a few words, but also in a bad mood when I say very childish aloof, like loneliness.He did not know it was not me. I always believe that good, either he, or the future, I have always believed that, even if I do not have the ability to have as big, but my heart longing for the good and the beautiful, and now wish you were bald, so I already feel at ease. I have also liked other people, who are desperate to put himself in the cage, because of lack of affection and decadent, I have been stubbornly believe that is what I want love, I want, I want to heart.But at the moment I can not think of his appearance completely, just remember he was wearing glasses, wearing clothes, shoulders single room package, and the phrase has let me hear a girl can not help but cry out to learn to be strong. I have been exaggerating his role, then I do not know who he is, can do, I will do their own good and the bad laid on him, he thought it was the power of.I do not look forward to and past the intersection, but I believe the future will have a choice. What can we do three years?Now I am convinced that one day three years later, I met you, even three years later I still have not met, then I will wait another three years.I’m not afraid of a long time, I’m afraid we can not meet.I do not live to finish died after living only for peace of mind, because I believe. I do not believe in deities before, now I too do not believe, but I believe life one day time will enable us to meet the people met, forget some of the less important fragments, life would have been ahead. A lot of people say I’m negative, sometimes they would feel if I said that three years ago, I would be sure to say that he really is a dead person, every day is blind, do not know what is happiness, apart from relying on What people no longer look forward to, ah, etc., etc. every day, just like a ridiculous waiting who are looking forward to every day, but do not know where to happiness, are angry every day, but do not know what angry. Sometimes I ask to meet that person, how long, how long have to love a person, and my heart that they will give the answer, do not take long, just like the opportunity to meet the man. I always think of death, I often cry because of death, sometimes for himself, sometimes for the family, sometimes will cry, why shed tears could not say. I know quite a few people, some seen, some never seen, and I still pledge allegiance to them and I believe there is still beauty in the world, everyone’s heart is lonely, and sometimes do not meet, but will make the heart more near. Pei said I always refused wonderful, can not believe in the future, not willing to accept, no matter how he said, I will not say anything, I believe he will understand one day, one day he will find that the decision of the.Three years can really change a lot, I can not let him blindly wait, maybe I decided to choose the best moment to tell him that the worst outcome, I could do. I used to always compare secretly hope I am better than everyone so little, that I’m not beautiful, nor understanding, I do not understand anything, very stubborn, but blindly want to do the best, and now I choose to do the most real people, without departing from the heart, not far from friends. Sister, now three years old, but more and more childish, because some of my truth and angry, I guess this is my way of expression there is a problem, maybe I can not let her accept on communicating, even if well-intentioned, will unnecessary misunderstanding, I am more convinced Song teacher, honesty is the most critical, but you how to express your honesty, is a problem. I cherish all the things around, inarticulate I just want to try to let them know that in fact everyone is very important in my life, sometimes I feel powerless, but I try. I think, then I believe that the future, in addition to part of my fantasy, even more important is that you, no matter how long I will meet or find you, I have reason to believe.Now everything is for me a better place, one day when I stand before you, so that you can smile. I’m in the moment, do not imagine you look like, not to think about the future of the scene, I felt a very warm place.You are my faith, even if I can not see you now. August 5, 2015 overcast