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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