2014年12月30日
And word co Qing Huan
Sanmao once said: leave a second turn, a lifetime to forget. In life, I confirmed this sentence.
There is a kind of feelings, just an idea, cannot be blinded; have a look back, only once, will bear in mind forever. Tonight, I leaned in the memory of the lintel, overlooking the heart that ray of read, think of the eye in Nama warm.
Think, waved to you say: good bye! Will never forget all corners of the country, peace of mind to no intersection. Never think, wave easily, but bring action heavy. The heart, not from the sustenance, did not rely on. Some margin, that is gone, scattered, like a gust of wind blew the light. In fact, light, traces of it still, only a step back, two steps back, as if the step step by step on the apex. Even forget heart pain, also do not forget to restore the feeling really, to save.
All say: some margin, shallow deep Xiangxi meet. Why can some people, even friends love, also can't afford to? There is no grace and forgiveness? In fact, only know, is to the depths of love, did not dare to!
This reminds me of Xu Zhimo "zaibiekangqiao" poem: very quietly I take my leave, as quietly as I came here; I gently waved, the rosy clouds in the western sky. Xu Zhimo answer is not only the rosy clouds in the western sky, still have to Lin Whei-yin nowhere Qingshu fondly; and I say goodbye is not know Qing Huan, is not also not put this feeling of heavy. I wave of the sleeves, do not take a cloud, but take full of Acacia, filled with care. The heart of the obsession, such as peach killings, full of mutual joy, but alone in her unhappy buried the flowers in the word. Heart note on the title page, for you to write a que que slow, tell Miss be immersed in love. The heart, not leisurely in the clear water and blue sky free walking, only with the flower Equinox flower to roam the world of mortals, way, way of fragrant flowers Yan, competing, eyes that a unique branch.
But for me, a branch, also beautiful enough heart shining.
A curtain of moonlight, please allow me, carrying a cloud Zen, to recall past gently? Affectionate eyes, stay in the heart again thought of flickering stars, as you are drifting shadow flickering like let me reverie. Want to find a match and lit the candle, and cut a candlelight, the heart light up the economy. But tonight there is wind, also looking for less than the little match girl figure. Can keep a full moon, the east pond side that had all the appearance of autumn, spoony.
In a trance, take out the gold beans from the cuff, with red: write a pure and noble character, in in in its sparse; write plum tea, sweet and sour green, and in between the lines, you every single word or phrase to read and study. Tonight, even if do not your chest that grain of rice stick son, also would like to be your heart the spread of cinnabar.
There is a kind of feelings, just an idea, cannot be blinded; have a look back, only once, will bear in mind forever. Tonight, I leaned in the memory of the lintel, overlooking the heart that ray of read, think of the eye in Nama warm.
Think, waved to you say: good bye! Will never forget all corners of the country, peace of mind to no intersection. Never think, wave easily, but bring action heavy. The heart, not from the sustenance, did not rely on. Some margin, that is gone, scattered, like a gust of wind blew the light. In fact, light, traces of it still, only a step back, two steps back, as if the step step by step on the apex. Even forget heart pain, also do not forget to restore the feeling really, to save.
All say: some margin, shallow deep Xiangxi meet. Why can some people, even friends love, also can't afford to? There is no grace and forgiveness? In fact, only know, is to the depths of love, did not dare to!
This reminds me of Xu Zhimo "zaibiekangqiao" poem: very quietly I take my leave, as quietly as I came here; I gently waved, the rosy clouds in the western sky. Xu Zhimo answer is not only the rosy clouds in the western sky, still have to Lin Whei-yin nowhere Qingshu fondly; and I say goodbye is not know Qing Huan, is not also not put this feeling of heavy. I wave of the sleeves, do not take a cloud, but take full of Acacia, filled with care. The heart of the obsession, such as peach killings, full of mutual joy, but alone in her unhappy buried the flowers in the word. Heart note on the title page, for you to write a que que slow, tell Miss be immersed in love. The heart, not leisurely in the clear water and blue sky free walking, only with the flower Equinox flower to roam the world of mortals, way, way of fragrant flowers Yan, competing, eyes that a unique branch.
But for me, a branch, also beautiful enough heart shining.
A curtain of moonlight, please allow me, carrying a cloud Zen, to recall past gently? Affectionate eyes, stay in the heart again thought of flickering stars, as you are drifting shadow flickering like let me reverie. Want to find a match and lit the candle, and cut a candlelight, the heart light up the economy. But tonight there is wind, also looking for less than the little match girl figure. Can keep a full moon, the east pond side that had all the appearance of autumn, spoony.
In a trance, take out the gold beans from the cuff, with red: write a pure and noble character, in in in its sparse; write plum tea, sweet and sour green, and in between the lines, you every single word or phrase to read and study. Tonight, even if do not your chest that grain of rice stick son, also would like to be your heart the spread of cinnabar.
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2014年12月23日
You are a rarity
Always so lonely boring, silent, silent, when you meet, they can talk so long, can say so many things. Remember that many years ago, every weekend to school room Internet access, always when leaving the computer, went to the front desk to recharge, just to be with you to chat for a while, seem to have endless talking. In front of you, I am fully into another way, never had relaxed and happy. You are so natural, inadvertently appear in my life, gradually become a part of my life.
As in the desert oasis met, just like in the fresh morning watching the rising of the sun. Never met, as long as you speak, I can feel your heart warm. Up to now I still can not forget you give me the kind of happiness feeling, very unique only the scent of you. In those days, go on the road I always be overcome by one's feelings smile, wash clothes the movement also happy.
Have you, I am no longer afraid of loneliness, more love to learn, seems to have rediscovered the secret of the world saw the beauty of the world. No longer afraid of world indifference, you just turn bad into good wand, aroused my interest in everything. Not afraid of the opposite sex, look at your tender eyes, the first desire and man dependent. No longer afraid of ridicule and attack, in the face of life's setbacks you have courage, have the power......
Ever since you, I will feel the world is so beautiful. So let me doubt, all Is it right? Really? It was never had the feeling, like a dream, it seems far away, but in my heart. Thought, everything dies, but now you still love the deeper. Many people forget, but you are a rarity, still hidden in my heart. Only you, let me be most willing to life......
As in the desert oasis met, just like in the fresh morning watching the rising of the sun. Never met, as long as you speak, I can feel your heart warm. Up to now I still can not forget you give me the kind of happiness feeling, very unique only the scent of you. In those days, go on the road I always be overcome by one's feelings smile, wash clothes the movement also happy.
Have you, I am no longer afraid of loneliness, more love to learn, seems to have rediscovered the secret of the world saw the beauty of the world. No longer afraid of world indifference, you just turn bad into good wand, aroused my interest in everything. Not afraid of the opposite sex, look at your tender eyes, the first desire and man dependent. No longer afraid of ridicule and attack, in the face of life's setbacks you have courage, have the power......
Ever since you, I will feel the world is so beautiful. So let me doubt, all Is it right? Really? It was never had the feeling, like a dream, it seems far away, but in my heart. Thought, everything dies, but now you still love the deeper. Many people forget, but you are a rarity, still hidden in my heart. Only you, let me be most willing to life......
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2014年03月27日
Happy time
Quietly close your eyes, hands, touch the sun warm smiling face, its light and heat, through the pores of the body, let me cool climate in the southern autumn added in a good mood.
Autumn is a romantic season, nine in the morning to get up, open the curtains, the sun like a spirit to my eyes welled up, slightly harsh, hurt the eyes, a little sour acid feeling.
Wash finished, holding a pregnant with hot water, instant oatmeal, gently stirring, your hands around the hot cup, standing at the window, the sun will shine like the hot smoke, yellow rice cereal, reminds me of the autumn rice harvest. Scene: autumn, harvester rolls in the rice fields, around. Rotate, out of a golden full grain. The rice fields, waist high rice, bow Michelia, shy about it and farmer two times a year to close. Youth, a person shuttles back and forth in a golden wave, touching beautiful soft golden sunshine on his Asia, brown skin, his skin has a mature and healthy beauty. Presumably the next year, the youth also grow tall and strong man in the paddy field, and the sun with the breath, a common fate. Oh, the memory of the paddy field, have the same color in autumn, with wheat as warm, sunny dust atmosphere.
The sunshine in autumn, gently slowly, light danced in fine dust in summer, those lovely green, green and healthy, green lush leaves, now, but is somewhat low, be in the blues like autumn leaves, but light to the girl with a bright luster, not let people see she unloaded the makeup of the weary in autumn.
The sunshine in autumn, is the most warm sweet and gentle. Out of the window, the crystal clear water, gentle waves waves, ripples hid with gentle eyes. His eyes, crystal clear, like water Lingling grapes; compared to West Lake in Wonderland like a quality suggestive of poetry or painting; his eyes, less noble temperament, more pleasant sensation; less quiet, more changes. Not you but feeling, mood through eyes smart. You see, the autumn wind Piaoguo, the flashing green thin broken pieces of luster as the river flows to the East, with a little girl Huaichun restless complex; you see, vessel, motor "beep" sound, traces, like protract peacock tail feathers, the Mou son immediately disappear a sparkling luster, such as a piece of pure jade with jade like simple, quiet and color. After the journey, the autumn wind again, I do not know what reason, the quiet of the river and the concentrated light to the rain. At this time, eyes shining with complex emotions, toward the east toward the West slowly slowly drips, rhythm, towards various directions circuitous rotation, like the early Earth, and sentimental autumn melancholy young woman, eyes filled with tears in the eyes around beating, changing flashing Yingying tears, oh, Akiko Ri river so sentimental!
The autumn sunshine, with lazy breath, let me start with weariness, one does not want to exercise. Out of the balcony, a cup of delicious Chrysanthemum Tea, sitting in the mahogany bench, rest for a while, basking in the warm sun, blowing cool wind, a blank mind be overcome by one's feelings. Yawn, though a sleepy, but also can't sleep, so he picked up a collection of Turgenev's essays on look up.
Autumn is a romantic season, nine in the morning to get up, open the curtains, the sun like a spirit to my eyes welled up, slightly harsh, hurt the eyes, a little sour acid feeling.
Wash finished, holding a pregnant with hot water, instant oatmeal, gently stirring, your hands around the hot cup, standing at the window, the sun will shine like the hot smoke, yellow rice cereal, reminds me of the autumn rice harvest. Scene: autumn, harvester rolls in the rice fields, around. Rotate, out of a golden full grain. The rice fields, waist high rice, bow Michelia, shy about it and farmer two times a year to close. Youth, a person shuttles back and forth in a golden wave, touching beautiful soft golden sunshine on his Asia, brown skin, his skin has a mature and healthy beauty. Presumably the next year, the youth also grow tall and strong man in the paddy field, and the sun with the breath, a common fate. Oh, the memory of the paddy field, have the same color in autumn, with wheat as warm, sunny dust atmosphere.
The sunshine in autumn, gently slowly, light danced in fine dust in summer, those lovely green, green and healthy, green lush leaves, now, but is somewhat low, be in the blues like autumn leaves, but light to the girl with a bright luster, not let people see she unloaded the makeup of the weary in autumn.
The sunshine in autumn, is the most warm sweet and gentle. Out of the window, the crystal clear water, gentle waves waves, ripples hid with gentle eyes. His eyes, crystal clear, like water Lingling grapes; compared to West Lake in Wonderland like a quality suggestive of poetry or painting; his eyes, less noble temperament, more pleasant sensation; less quiet, more changes. Not you but feeling, mood through eyes smart. You see, the autumn wind Piaoguo, the flashing green thin broken pieces of luster as the river flows to the East, with a little girl Huaichun restless complex; you see, vessel, motor "beep" sound, traces, like protract peacock tail feathers, the Mou son immediately disappear a sparkling luster, such as a piece of pure jade with jade like simple, quiet and color. After the journey, the autumn wind again, I do not know what reason, the quiet of the river and the concentrated light to the rain. At this time, eyes shining with complex emotions, toward the east toward the West slowly slowly drips, rhythm, towards various directions circuitous rotation, like the early Earth, and sentimental autumn melancholy young woman, eyes filled with tears in the eyes around beating, changing flashing Yingying tears, oh, Akiko Ri river so sentimental!
The autumn sunshine, with lazy breath, let me start with weariness, one does not want to exercise. Out of the balcony, a cup of delicious Chrysanthemum Tea, sitting in the mahogany bench, rest for a while, basking in the warm sun, blowing cool wind, a blank mind be overcome by one's feelings. Yawn, though a sleepy, but also can't sleep, so he picked up a collection of Turgenev's essays on look up.
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2014年02月21日
Snow plum blossoms
The year of the horse at the beginning, when the plum flower Chuzhan season, on the outer earth like falling snow, I see the plum friends shooting in the snow in the space, it is the envy of heart! The love that my heart!
SCMP, snow, across two fans, this is how comfortable and moved! Stand proudly in the cold plum bloom in surprise surprise. Snowflakes like dancing fairies, zero dance be just unfolding in the air of festivity, dance, flashing a tough crystal plump body. Mei swaying his posture in the wind, Ling Han defying, pure as snow, high chemical character, how many men and women with high ideals edify sentiment.
I want to borrow a hometown of white snow, invited to a feast of plum blossom, let me in the snow in the morning or evening, standing under a plum, plum to open sound! A plum, a snow, a word, a sweet, the mood to exile in this spirit of heaven and earth, there are thousands of words, all can enjoy.
In plum snow is Yin season, feeling their soul, release a profound friendship extraordinarily, enjoy a piece of feelings of their journey, let each other have long body and mind, net beauty in this season, the world at the same time, emotion is the infinite sublimation. Plum snow dance in the atmosphere, feel their share of pure hot, Xiangyixiangwei sincere dedication. Two pure soul tourism a snowflake, carrying a stack of Psalms of thick love, give the mountains and net beauty. Plum blossom on the foot with a light faint scent, with the shock of the soul. Chilly spring breeze wine, with floral aroma. In meeting this casual, but let the two bright heart, compatible together, you read my fatigue, I scan your world, everything in the close attachment, to this winter to spring season full of beautiful scene infinite.
SCMP, snow, petals flying, bent over, collecting little poems, a wisp of fragrance, refreshing the Mei Xiang, the integration, the tacit understanding. Snow to enjoy life the most beautiful wind in spring, blossoming, will warm message woven into a bunch of beautiful flowers, fragrance in the world. Plum admire this drop from the clouds creatures, proud and cold cold, will collect decoration into a piece of beautiful flowers, settling down in the world. The north wind whistling, some passion, the interpretation of a quaternary Xue Mei incomparable dance, pure beauty. Under these circumstances, there have been many men of literature and writing intoxicated, leaving many fine lines. "Corner the number of branch Mei, Ling Han alone. Away the snow is not known, for the subtle fragrance to." Those who read the book people, who have not read the poem, to praise the beauty plum character, heroic temperament.
Love send plum snow neutral, a heart of pure loyalty with Jade Snow drops, curtain roll poet Li, subtle fragrance Qin put foreign. Plum blossom like the beautiful woman, white dress, slowly walked in the snow in succession, with a faint aroma, with Yin endless poems, with express endless elegance, with crystal clear pure soul, to the world, chanting, appreciation. Is waiting for your tireless, defying cold to accompany, eisch is permeated by plum blossom fragrance, the plum blossom in the dye into the snow Juanxiu beautiful look, and understanding crystallization combination, deeply touched and warm.
2014年02月07日
Seeing you
First, amazing. When I look back, have sailed the seven seas, wind rise, change the world. Life is like the falling snow, how pure romance, but not by love, but always at the beginning, but destined to tragic ending.
The rain fell silent, memory stranded. Heart touch the trace of light and soft, through the time barrier, old haunt, deep footprints, shadowy figure, and that was years of erosion tender, in the mind too be, when wants to taste, but do not know where to. So, only ranging in half awaken, Ren vicissitudes faded old youth, is a romantic themes, to write the text.Tube Amp Class A of Kidult Online
Only if the first sign of life, doomed it somewhere in a glance, freeze frame moment, but fleeting, took infinite imagination space and memory. Don't worry about it such as the cherry blossom bright perishable, don't mind losing after the lonely sad, do not be afraid of it as a magnificent stage as dim curtain call. In to the time, meets to the human, is the life is happy; in the wrong time, meets to the human, is a sigh. Sometimes, lost than good.
Like in the silent time, repeated listening to some classical music, they are just like the dust laden long Vintage years, more time, more mellow taste, aftertaste is long. Like to listen to people inculcate, feel them for long life, appreciate those who don't have the young marriageable age, then ask a mortal be immersed in love. Used to be together morning and night the couple is as a stranger passing by, to and fro, streams of people busily coming and going, and see no know HKUE DSE.
Time flies, time blurred. Stumble on the gem of life, we may wrinkle the skin, perhaps we are experiencing growth, perhaps we have forgotten the past...... All the worries of his melancholy light ran a smile, the world became less hatred sentimental, leaving only the first met a tenderness. Forget the stone Panqian painting unfinished love, detached from the world of mortals, awe inspiring righteousness between in.
From time immemorial, the sorrow of parting, abandon three thousand downtown, only to stick to that a new beautiful. Have sailed the seven seas, just a dream, and a result. Why don't you back to the origin, choose to let go? Song Dandan: just want a hug, do not care much for a kiss, then you need a bed, a suite, a certificate...... Something remembered: you want a hug. Human greed, I always can not put down the Philistine, secular temptations, worry about personal gains and losses, can not escape the bring trouble on oneself.solar-panels
The rain fell silent, memory stranded. Heart touch the trace of light and soft, through the time barrier, old haunt, deep footprints, shadowy figure, and that was years of erosion tender, in the mind too be, when wants to taste, but do not know where to. So, only ranging in half awaken, Ren vicissitudes faded old youth, is a romantic themes, to write the text.Tube Amp Class A of Kidult Online
Only if the first sign of life, doomed it somewhere in a glance, freeze frame moment, but fleeting, took infinite imagination space and memory. Don't worry about it such as the cherry blossom bright perishable, don't mind losing after the lonely sad, do not be afraid of it as a magnificent stage as dim curtain call. In to the time, meets to the human, is the life is happy; in the wrong time, meets to the human, is a sigh. Sometimes, lost than good.
Like in the silent time, repeated listening to some classical music, they are just like the dust laden long Vintage years, more time, more mellow taste, aftertaste is long. Like to listen to people inculcate, feel them for long life, appreciate those who don't have the young marriageable age, then ask a mortal be immersed in love. Used to be together morning and night the couple is as a stranger passing by, to and fro, streams of people busily coming and going, and see no know HKUE DSE.
Time flies, time blurred. Stumble on the gem of life, we may wrinkle the skin, perhaps we are experiencing growth, perhaps we have forgotten the past...... All the worries of his melancholy light ran a smile, the world became less hatred sentimental, leaving only the first met a tenderness. Forget the stone Panqian painting unfinished love, detached from the world of mortals, awe inspiring righteousness between in.
From time immemorial, the sorrow of parting, abandon three thousand downtown, only to stick to that a new beautiful. Have sailed the seven seas, just a dream, and a result. Why don't you back to the origin, choose to let go? Song Dandan: just want a hug, do not care much for a kiss, then you need a bed, a suite, a certificate...... Something remembered: you want a hug. Human greed, I always can not put down the Philistine, secular temptations, worry about personal gains and losses, can not escape the bring trouble on oneself.solar-panels
2014年01月22日
The flower falls silent
Inadvertently, the time has gone too far, I quietly looked at blooming white orchid, holy, elegant, full of vitality. Pure exquisite petals, fluttering down, my heart burst of pity, the good is so short, fleeting?
Bloom time is good, down is so sorry! Flowers are falling silently, I think her soul is immortal, immortal, aromatic over soul still, and be reborn again!preamp
Light up scattered petals, but was far, plump and white petals, charm dwells. See the flowers, will think of Daiyu. A different kind of induced arise spontaneously, the classic "a dream of Red Mansions" interpretation of life philosophy. There is a be filled with a thousand regrets emotional story, I put the petals gently in the palm, gently intoxicated in the faint fragrance of flowers, I put her between pages into a white butterfly, sleeping in the book!
The flowers fall, still charming, scattered petals, leaves, lush. Peach pear apricot petals falling in the wind dance, mellow fruit good; petals Qiushi, in order to better dedication. The flower falls is a process, the holy flower show, don't miss the spring breeze, don't indulge in Lark singing tactfully, dashing into the embrace of the earth, no regrets. Without her, rich fruit will not have the summer and autumn of prosperity!
Flower Speechless, is full of infinite vitality, the fragrance of the meteorite, soul swing our world, a wisp of wind scattered, rise directly to a high position nine days!Solar panel assembly
Falling silent, yard deep, a cup of tea, fragrance overflowing; fingers around the fleeting time, meditation roll back and forth, some melancholy, how many lonely.
A few of the dream fly dance, orchid lean on a railing, many vows, all for the interpretation of the faint aroma, like silent night ink, as calm as water, everything is so quiet and graceful.
The flower falls silent, subtle fragrance, drunk breeze month, gurgling streams, overflowing flower Fang, Shu Xiuying fragrance, gently.
Cloud around the mountain, forest green to drop, long Qing melodious flute. The misty rain diffuse light brush, ink and escape the subtle fragrance surplus. Fragrance boat blue swing ripples. This side of the other side to shore up, dream drunk laughing. Like the beauty of the picturesque Jiangnan region of rivers and lakes, cartoon!
Xin wind breeze, mind the fishes happy, amidst the ink flow out of the window, the rain silk. Dream like fly light dance, Nabi articles heart poetry pian. The Moon Orchid, elegant and poetic light with each other.
The flower falls silent, stroll along the pond river, quiet and secluded curtain, water overflow Qingbo, sweet dance on beauty, you Qu Dang he fang. An intoxicating fragrance refreshing, indulge in the fragrance in mosey.........
The flower falls silent, perhaps the desire, leaving the impression, lonely and melancholy in the way of the heart, with the heartstrings toggle melodious light string, played a sound; the soul upward, curved leisurely echoing, memory like smoke gently released into the atmosphere, the passage of time, a book, a few degrees of melancholy, not broken beautiful dreams.You don't know the basic knowledge of DVD navigation
Spend gently fly, fly fly, soul dancing the red neon. The sky Occasionally radiant rainbow; deep with orchid blade with jasmine, old time light passes, the tears dye cochineal rain, acacia is hazy.
The flower falls silent, some sense of loss; how many lonely, either by looking back quietly and the heart of the tacit understanding, depicts the heart flowing light of hope -- my dream.
Bloom time is good, down is so sorry! Flowers are falling silently, I think her soul is immortal, immortal, aromatic over soul still, and be reborn again!preamp
Light up scattered petals, but was far, plump and white petals, charm dwells. See the flowers, will think of Daiyu. A different kind of induced arise spontaneously, the classic "a dream of Red Mansions" interpretation of life philosophy. There is a be filled with a thousand regrets emotional story, I put the petals gently in the palm, gently intoxicated in the faint fragrance of flowers, I put her between pages into a white butterfly, sleeping in the book!
The flowers fall, still charming, scattered petals, leaves, lush. Peach pear apricot petals falling in the wind dance, mellow fruit good; petals Qiushi, in order to better dedication. The flower falls is a process, the holy flower show, don't miss the spring breeze, don't indulge in Lark singing tactfully, dashing into the embrace of the earth, no regrets. Without her, rich fruit will not have the summer and autumn of prosperity!
Flower Speechless, is full of infinite vitality, the fragrance of the meteorite, soul swing our world, a wisp of wind scattered, rise directly to a high position nine days!Solar panel assembly
Falling silent, yard deep, a cup of tea, fragrance overflowing; fingers around the fleeting time, meditation roll back and forth, some melancholy, how many lonely.
A few of the dream fly dance, orchid lean on a railing, many vows, all for the interpretation of the faint aroma, like silent night ink, as calm as water, everything is so quiet and graceful.
The flower falls silent, subtle fragrance, drunk breeze month, gurgling streams, overflowing flower Fang, Shu Xiuying fragrance, gently.
Cloud around the mountain, forest green to drop, long Qing melodious flute. The misty rain diffuse light brush, ink and escape the subtle fragrance surplus. Fragrance boat blue swing ripples. This side of the other side to shore up, dream drunk laughing. Like the beauty of the picturesque Jiangnan region of rivers and lakes, cartoon!
Xin wind breeze, mind the fishes happy, amidst the ink flow out of the window, the rain silk. Dream like fly light dance, Nabi articles heart poetry pian. The Moon Orchid, elegant and poetic light with each other.
The flower falls silent, stroll along the pond river, quiet and secluded curtain, water overflow Qingbo, sweet dance on beauty, you Qu Dang he fang. An intoxicating fragrance refreshing, indulge in the fragrance in mosey.........
The flower falls silent, perhaps the desire, leaving the impression, lonely and melancholy in the way of the heart, with the heartstrings toggle melodious light string, played a sound; the soul upward, curved leisurely echoing, memory like smoke gently released into the atmosphere, the passage of time, a book, a few degrees of melancholy, not broken beautiful dreams.You don't know the basic knowledge of DVD navigation
Spend gently fly, fly fly, soul dancing the red neon. The sky Occasionally radiant rainbow; deep with orchid blade with jasmine, old time light passes, the tears dye cochineal rain, acacia is hazy.
The flower falls silent, some sense of loss; how many lonely, either by looking back quietly and the heart of the tacit understanding, depicts the heart flowing light of hope -- my dream.
2014年01月15日
Desolate in the most beautiful years
Time flies, who stopped at the old days of the story has been years to erosion, buried in the long history of the years. Wasting away; years static good, cut a piece of time,usb dac write a letter paper years Chinese dream. Even when the world falls off the dust. The ferry to sit, time to do the paper, the recall pen. Express a sunny, warm a meet
Time went by., take away is once the flower in the sugary words, left is the drinking alone under the moon low sigh sing; Zhan wine glasses. Moon, Xiaokan prosperous wine; a dream will become empty, speechless low sigh tears from falling. Why love meet but two two world, their horizon. Leave the person alone and acacia. Desolate in the most beautiful years, even though I have many way to you but always can't reach your destination, the world of mortals HKUE DSE, and namely the vicissitudes of life. Leave the tears, gradually dissipated, stung by the dream of flowers, hidden to the end. In those years, we all have a dream, has the dream, the hearts of the rigid, have bitterness and pain; love a person is worth loving her. Always thought that, everything is worth. Suddenly, the lights, but had not initially waiting, prosperous dream, will have to leave.
Those who dream of those years, the years of transmigration, the. Then a happy once already in the memory of the color, in the years of change, such as the yellow leaves; how do I pick up the broken dreams. Forget the world of heavy, light not of years. With the past sorrow, shuttle heart in tears flow into the river, the fish read for seven seconds, and the world will have already had become a indelible memory dried scars in my heart. In those years, those dreams I how to write down this sour with a pen.
The flowers ceased to branches and leaves hong kong company formation , the years no longer had people. Looking back at the past, is a mirage, insubstantial objects; at once, is empty. The other side sit flower, keep a flower, the life cycle, the downtown retreat, still with you altogether goes to an enduring as the universe. Those who dream of those years, smoke, as before, like a dream;, Huan; shallow buried deep in the memory of the deep, in the passage of time river changed into never interleaved with loneliness and solitude. In the years of the glass lamp, become a thing of the past. Cannot bear to think of the past of the old. In the painting ink fleeting barren, full of affectionate reason is shallow and pathos bond. Dream of love is still three thousand, grief at separation and joy in union not moving load. Many of the world of mortals traveler. Now can have a few people? Life is a dream, the silent. He is so sad. The white dress youth makeup woman, now where?
You listen to the depths of red dust, once the exchange solemn vows and pledges say every word valuable, in those years, those dreams. Why have the final song of stroking strings, must be empty. Leave the scene still, be moved by what one sees. The bustling vows after all enemy nevertheless time. To the passage of time wandering in the dream, full of years of wind. Static memory of those years, those dreams. As time passes, covering the past, but disrupted the misty rain, put down little red painted in the spring and autumn. In the passing of time, the interpretation of a field of grief at separation and joy in Union, lost memories, very many people. The scattered fragments, those beautiful oath drop one, how should I pick up; the broken memories still Xiaosheng mellowed, dance like flying. Speechless, only monopoly. Acacia 1000 years, hope not to wear eye shadow with Acacia Pavilion, Jun, confidante when return?
Years of pale, crazy love, in those years, those dreams are in the midnight when, dream soul around? He spend, spend but speechless, Shaohua burial, where dreams? Laugh at the world, and other crazy he
Time went by., take away is once the flower in the sugary words, left is the drinking alone under the moon low sigh sing; Zhan wine glasses. Moon, Xiaokan prosperous wine; a dream will become empty, speechless low sigh tears from falling. Why love meet but two two world, their horizon. Leave the person alone and acacia. Desolate in the most beautiful years, even though I have many way to you but always can't reach your destination, the world of mortals HKUE DSE, and namely the vicissitudes of life. Leave the tears, gradually dissipated, stung by the dream of flowers, hidden to the end. In those years, we all have a dream, has the dream, the hearts of the rigid, have bitterness and pain; love a person is worth loving her. Always thought that, everything is worth. Suddenly, the lights, but had not initially waiting, prosperous dream, will have to leave.
Those who dream of those years, the years of transmigration, the. Then a happy once already in the memory of the color, in the years of change, such as the yellow leaves; how do I pick up the broken dreams. Forget the world of heavy, light not of years. With the past sorrow, shuttle heart in tears flow into the river, the fish read for seven seconds, and the world will have already had become a indelible memory dried scars in my heart. In those years, those dreams I how to write down this sour with a pen.
The flowers ceased to branches and leaves hong kong company formation , the years no longer had people. Looking back at the past, is a mirage, insubstantial objects; at once, is empty. The other side sit flower, keep a flower, the life cycle, the downtown retreat, still with you altogether goes to an enduring as the universe. Those who dream of those years, smoke, as before, like a dream;, Huan; shallow buried deep in the memory of the deep, in the passage of time river changed into never interleaved with loneliness and solitude. In the years of the glass lamp, become a thing of the past. Cannot bear to think of the past of the old. In the painting ink fleeting barren, full of affectionate reason is shallow and pathos bond. Dream of love is still three thousand, grief at separation and joy in union not moving load. Many of the world of mortals traveler. Now can have a few people? Life is a dream, the silent. He is so sad. The white dress youth makeup woman, now where?
You listen to the depths of red dust, once the exchange solemn vows and pledges say every word valuable, in those years, those dreams. Why have the final song of stroking strings, must be empty. Leave the scene still, be moved by what one sees. The bustling vows after all enemy nevertheless time. To the passage of time wandering in the dream, full of years of wind. Static memory of those years, those dreams. As time passes, covering the past, but disrupted the misty rain, put down little red painted in the spring and autumn. In the passing of time, the interpretation of a field of grief at separation and joy in Union, lost memories, very many people. The scattered fragments, those beautiful oath drop one, how should I pick up; the broken memories still Xiaosheng mellowed, dance like flying. Speechless, only monopoly. Acacia 1000 years, hope not to wear eye shadow with Acacia Pavilion, Jun, confidante when return?
Years of pale, crazy love, in those years, those dreams are in the midnight when, dream soul around? He spend, spend but speechless, Shaohua burial, where dreams? Laugh at the world, and other crazy he
2014年01月15日
Who gives me a walk forget the warmth
Time is like a sanding the angular Jie Ao, is more like a soul to dominate, a little bit of nibbled away at once, a little bit of change now, until one day to discover and once that he is so lose one's beyond recognition, only know the growth of the price, or the life of frustration, once so fling caution to the winds to fling caution to the winds, but now need to fling caution to the winds to attend to everything, illusory free exchange is standing lonely and melancholy, confined to a prison, a choking in the throat of chewing, thin taste, deep aftertaste.12ax7
Have been longing for, in the deep red solid hold their commitment to life, to meet a half years ecstasy, drunk in the endless time, kiss the lips of happiness, out of one of the most magnificent turn in the rough road, I don't expect I very happy, but I want to let yourself closer to the happiness, I also can be rendered very indifferent, I do not pray for me very happy, just want to let the taste of the sun filled, so that I can depict the colorful.
The invisible heart strong, can truly see the eyes vulnerable, a lot of feelings linger in the mind but with eyes on that, in those bleak moment, feel weak weak, Ren eyes close, it is so difficult to repair, many times those Timax empty thoughts will be trapped in the the dark corner, in a panic of the moment, suddenly aroused heart ripples, is just a blink of an eye but is so ingrained Dream beauty pro, enough in the sea in innumerable twists and turns or BaiZhuanQianHui, soaking in the years of day and night, another strong reason is that cannot stand, to the heart of the moment that driven to distraction.
In a sense, essentially I still so on one's uppers, barren no human habitation, clean spotlessly clean, not deliberately to think of what, did not dare to try to remember too much, afraid of their own as a careless will not find the soul of the attachment, afraid of walking in the empty night squat down on the can't find a reason to let yourself up, afraid of their own in every happy road because of fear and never get off, I'm not in front of people showing my weakness, also in the endless journey, in order to find your true self, and attempted to characterize the time, therefore, I did as in the past is true, no cover, no frills.
The time in a cold heartless coat, let me shiver all over though not cold, has never been so afraid of, inter trance days give me a feeling of panic, reality and give me those who act with confusion helpless, terrified messy look cover all at one glance, something intended to seize on the road in life, exhausted efforts to hold, not to let go, maybe I thought to keep those happy years I would like to retain, but even so still keep tiny bit, or why they did not cut off all means of retreat to their posterior, why is that like moths to a self cocoons, with emotions deeply indulged some unwilling, that regarded as hopeless. like past hope seems to be my isolation in this world, misty eyes still can not in the deep earth to find their own happiness, happiness does not cycle.Pieces Embroidery use
A kind of unspeakable grief and calm, not clear to get those enough to tear feelings, in the back and forth to repeat the same situation and never sought reason, Enron to accept those who want and those who do not want, and then their own tears in the ordinary sensation, or chewing those difficult pharynx bitter, not to insist on will be some story to arrange, nor in the dedication of some illusory pursuit, perhaps because of the youth. Let me in such a youth edge to be realized, perhaps also contains some body not from F helplessness.
Have been longing for, in the deep red solid hold their commitment to life, to meet a half years ecstasy, drunk in the endless time, kiss the lips of happiness, out of one of the most magnificent turn in the rough road, I don't expect I very happy, but I want to let yourself closer to the happiness, I also can be rendered very indifferent, I do not pray for me very happy, just want to let the taste of the sun filled, so that I can depict the colorful.
The invisible heart strong, can truly see the eyes vulnerable, a lot of feelings linger in the mind but with eyes on that, in those bleak moment, feel weak weak, Ren eyes close, it is so difficult to repair, many times those Timax empty thoughts will be trapped in the the dark corner, in a panic of the moment, suddenly aroused heart ripples, is just a blink of an eye but is so ingrained Dream beauty pro, enough in the sea in innumerable twists and turns or BaiZhuanQianHui, soaking in the years of day and night, another strong reason is that cannot stand, to the heart of the moment that driven to distraction.
In a sense, essentially I still so on one's uppers, barren no human habitation, clean spotlessly clean, not deliberately to think of what, did not dare to try to remember too much, afraid of their own as a careless will not find the soul of the attachment, afraid of walking in the empty night squat down on the can't find a reason to let yourself up, afraid of their own in every happy road because of fear and never get off, I'm not in front of people showing my weakness, also in the endless journey, in order to find your true self, and attempted to characterize the time, therefore, I did as in the past is true, no cover, no frills.
The time in a cold heartless coat, let me shiver all over though not cold, has never been so afraid of, inter trance days give me a feeling of panic, reality and give me those who act with confusion helpless, terrified messy look cover all at one glance, something intended to seize on the road in life, exhausted efforts to hold, not to let go, maybe I thought to keep those happy years I would like to retain, but even so still keep tiny bit, or why they did not cut off all means of retreat to their posterior, why is that like moths to a self cocoons, with emotions deeply indulged some unwilling, that regarded as hopeless. like past hope seems to be my isolation in this world, misty eyes still can not in the deep earth to find their own happiness, happiness does not cycle.Pieces Embroidery use
A kind of unspeakable grief and calm, not clear to get those enough to tear feelings, in the back and forth to repeat the same situation and never sought reason, Enron to accept those who want and those who do not want, and then their own tears in the ordinary sensation, or chewing those difficult pharynx bitter, not to insist on will be some story to arrange, nor in the dedication of some illusory pursuit, perhaps because of the youth. Let me in such a youth edge to be realized, perhaps also contains some body not from F helplessness.
2013年12月16日
Door Slams No More
Most of the time when it comes to allowing my five kids to experience new things, meet new people, or visit new places; I'm really looking for a reason to say "yes". headphone ampBeside the fact that this proposed sleepover was more than 200 miles away; and not to mention the fact that I have never met this "step-dad"; there was one factor that was certain to make my decision easy, and would doom this weekend get-away idea to failure--poor attitude.
Jasmine showed a really poor attitude when trying to answer the questions that I ALWAYS ask ANY of my kids relative to visiting with their friends. She was obviously frustrated with the idea that I wouldn't let her just run out of town and visit some random person's house, with no responsible adult guaranteeing her supervision and safety. [Um... no... that ain't happenin' cap'n.] So, after not answering my questions to my satisfaction, and subsequently not being allowed to have the sleepover compass college, Jasmine's poor attitude was richly displayed as she headed to her room, stomped up the stairs, and... [WHAM]... slammed her door.
So when it comes to dealing with selfish, rebellious, know-it-all teenagers; I've come to learn many things. One of which is this important principle. As a parent, and even though at sometimes I don't feel like it... I am the wisest person in the room, regardless of how much the teenagers think that they are. As parents, many times we get angry and respond inappropriately when it comes to dealing with our teens and the things that they do to try to "show us up". You may have already thought about how you would have responded to Jasmine, but I want to ask you a question. Would that response be the best response? I've learned that sometimes, in order to correct behavior, that behavior must be dealt with in a way that treats the problem and not the symptom.
I wasn't angry because Jasmine was angry; I was angry because of how Jasmine decided to express her anger. Slamming her door could cause the door to break, which would end up costing possibly a small but still significant amount of money to get it repaired. Unnecessary expenses make me angry. [When you have five children, every penny counts.] So after much thought and prayer, and even after taking a couple of days to act... I acted.
Let me encourage all of my fellow parents with this. Adults are wise enough to teach our teenagers a lesson; and not to just respond in anger just as they do.health supplements hong kong There should be a difference in the behavior of an adult, versus that of a teenager. Even if it takes two days for you to respond to rebellious behavior, I implore you to take the time. Not only will it pay off for you, but you will also see dramatic changes in how your children respond to you. And I believe that we should be in the business of showing our children the consequences of their behavior; be it good or bad. So how did I respond to Jasmine? I treated the problem... slamming her door; and not the symptom... her anger. And until I decide that she has learned her lesson... until I see that she knows who is the wisest person in the house... and until I'm convinced that she will never slam her bedroom door again... her bedroom door... won't be there. One way or the other, the door slams no more.
Jasmine showed a really poor attitude when trying to answer the questions that I ALWAYS ask ANY of my kids relative to visiting with their friends. She was obviously frustrated with the idea that I wouldn't let her just run out of town and visit some random person's house, with no responsible adult guaranteeing her supervision and safety. [Um... no... that ain't happenin' cap'n.] So, after not answering my questions to my satisfaction, and subsequently not being allowed to have the sleepover compass college, Jasmine's poor attitude was richly displayed as she headed to her room, stomped up the stairs, and... [WHAM]... slammed her door.
So when it comes to dealing with selfish, rebellious, know-it-all teenagers; I've come to learn many things. One of which is this important principle. As a parent, and even though at sometimes I don't feel like it... I am the wisest person in the room, regardless of how much the teenagers think that they are. As parents, many times we get angry and respond inappropriately when it comes to dealing with our teens and the things that they do to try to "show us up". You may have already thought about how you would have responded to Jasmine, but I want to ask you a question. Would that response be the best response? I've learned that sometimes, in order to correct behavior, that behavior must be dealt with in a way that treats the problem and not the symptom.
I wasn't angry because Jasmine was angry; I was angry because of how Jasmine decided to express her anger. Slamming her door could cause the door to break, which would end up costing possibly a small but still significant amount of money to get it repaired. Unnecessary expenses make me angry. [When you have five children, every penny counts.] So after much thought and prayer, and even after taking a couple of days to act... I acted.
Let me encourage all of my fellow parents with this. Adults are wise enough to teach our teenagers a lesson; and not to just respond in anger just as they do.health supplements hong kong There should be a difference in the behavior of an adult, versus that of a teenager. Even if it takes two days for you to respond to rebellious behavior, I implore you to take the time. Not only will it pay off for you, but you will also see dramatic changes in how your children respond to you. And I believe that we should be in the business of showing our children the consequences of their behavior; be it good or bad. So how did I respond to Jasmine? I treated the problem... slamming her door; and not the symptom... her anger. And until I decide that she has learned her lesson... until I see that she knows who is the wisest person in the house... and until I'm convinced that she will never slam her bedroom door again... her bedroom door... won't be there. One way or the other, the door slams no more.
2013年11月01日
Through the heart of the season
Through the heart of the season, the flowers will love as love, embroidered badges give people infinite reveries and expectations. If a man walking in the blue sky, let the style with you. Being and not being, in the heart of the. To see or not, the shadow of the. The night you sorrow, so that is what it is. In the night, beautiful blue thoughts.
How can we together arm in arm, in the night, on the stone steps and, in the small bridges under the edge, to have and to hold. Build a bridge, in the season of love, walking down the happy heart. I saw the shadow reflected on the water, clear as a clear spring, you "in" to the rhythm, slowly stretch a tender eyes. In your eyes I am not moving shadow, you are my heart a sail.
After years of Weiyang, standing on the love road, look back to the depths of red dust, pieces of red fall expectations, OK OK go in my hands. So, through the heart of the season, missing becomes thin, if you are, I will touch you gently. I will not have you each night, my hand, draw your name in the clear night sky. Accompanied by the beautiful moon, tilt floor shop miss, as each side by side with you over the path. Flowers and grass family, every twinkle and smile of a woman, filled with four seasons.
Perhaps each of us to love, but love is what you know?Introduction of Wood Spindle Machine Woven LabelIt is like the flowers a flower brocade, not very beautiful, but a aroma speranskia. It is like the small bridges people in front of a butterfly, butterfly wings across the shoe shoe heart scar, memory Qinxin osteoclast. True love is like, quietly pushed open a door, into the heart of the season, smile to see flowers bloom, the four seasons pink, warm and romantic space perception emotion. In the years, change is bessemerizing of matte gold year round constant is nostalgia, affection and love. You have the love? Will love?
Remember when was that time emotion and soul crushing chest pain, only remember not the wind snow and rain frozen red romance, not for the sun the passion. But think of you, think of you think of tears, I most love woman. Always think so, waterside Avenue, dim moonlight, clear flowers accompanied by quiet, but you never abandon as the shadow follows the form, in front of me. No need to hand in hand, similar to the old.有機農場
How can we together arm in arm, in the night, on the stone steps and, in the small bridges under the edge, to have and to hold. Build a bridge, in the season of love, walking down the happy heart. I saw the shadow reflected on the water, clear as a clear spring, you "in" to the rhythm, slowly stretch a tender eyes. In your eyes I am not moving shadow, you are my heart a sail.After years of Weiyang, standing on the love road, look back to the depths of red dust, pieces of red fall expectations, OK OK go in my hands. So, through the heart of the season, missing becomes thin, if you are, I will touch you gently. I will not have you each night, my hand, draw your name in the clear night sky. Accompanied by the beautiful moon, tilt floor shop miss, as each side by side with you over the path. Flowers and grass family, every twinkle and smile of a woman, filled with four seasons.
Perhaps each of us to love, but love is what you know?Introduction of Wood Spindle Machine Woven LabelIt is like the flowers a flower brocade, not very beautiful, but a aroma speranskia. It is like the small bridges people in front of a butterfly, butterfly wings across the shoe shoe heart scar, memory Qinxin osteoclast. True love is like, quietly pushed open a door, into the heart of the season, smile to see flowers bloom, the four seasons pink, warm and romantic space perception emotion. In the years, change is bessemerizing of matte gold year round constant is nostalgia, affection and love. You have the love? Will love?
Remember when was that time emotion and soul crushing chest pain, only remember not the wind snow and rain frozen red romance, not for the sun the passion. But think of you, think of you think of tears, I most love woman. Always think so, waterside Avenue, dim moonlight, clear flowers accompanied by quiet, but you never abandon as the shadow follows the form, in front of me. No need to hand in hand, similar to the old.有機農場
