Exile to afford free

Suddenly feel so lonely
Think for a long time
Originally. Everything from a mood word
Because respectively. So only emptiness
Because miss. So lonely Dream beauty pro
Because of love too deep. So will feel lonely
Tonight I still read you silently
Lingering in the feeling to the depths of loneliness
I was alone waiting for the dark corner
Looking up at the dark blue sky, sometimes crazy to miss you
Will steal to cry in the night
Are so far apart, the cold wind can blow me to you?
As if thinking has become the all of my life
When the night
Mood is always unconsciously drifting towards you
Pursuing your footprint. Read over and over again you
Read each of your expression
Carefully read your mind
Actually I am more care about your mood
Now you, whether happy, Dream beauty pro hard sell happy?
I know I can't leave you. Can't control myself
Always feel deeply frustrated when you.
To understand why someone would long for into a delusion or other disasters you say again
I don't care everything outside
Must read you just care about every day. Maybe is my heart too empty?
Most of the time in silence in the face of the vast sky
Good think you can feel my mood at this moment
Let my heart closer to you. You occasionally heard
Gives me sleepless nights
Endless miss you, Dream beauty pro hard sell all this is due to not put you?
When I have forgotten what into you
Also don't know why to know you and meet with you
Now I worry that one day you will slip away
When all is silent at this time
Maybe you have to enter sweet dreams
But I was in a lonely miss you silently
Life in the phantom I don't know what they want
Sometimes I want to talk to you at a loss
Do not know is you ignored me, or I neglected you
Suddenly want to with you, holding your hand
I found myself good chi
Why so attached to you addicted?
All this, Dream beauty pro it has long been doomed?
Dark night once again into my body
At the moment. The cold blood merciless rushed into the heart
Can't dissolve in the dark night
What is love? What is love? I don't know
Only know love too deep. Is so lonely. So lonely
  

Man's soul is what appearance, I don't know, but I know the tree is the village of soul!

The tree and the origin of the farmers say less for one thousand years, probably started with a nest's. In the countryside, who gave birth to the child, the parents would plant some trees and if it's son, such as children grow up, marry daughter-in-law to build a house, the trees are used; If it's daughter, and when the daughter married, Dream beauty pro cut down the trees to do him the furniture or sold the tree get the money, to his daughter with a dowry.

Children grow up also can plant some trees for the parents, parents until one hundred years later, the trees were cut down into the board, gave the old man a coffin. Farm when a new house, chosen the ZhuangJi and built a new home after the owner was busy in planted some fruit trees and timber tree behind the house, as the age, the trees became the patron saint of the faithful, spring flowering summer cloudy autumn fruit, if you have the magpies build a nest in the tree, that is more pleasing to master.

Mountain or would you just saw a bunch of a bunch of trees and will find another village, a village without trees shelter is not! Even the barren land, as long as people live, there must be the trees in the growth. More than 30 years ago for the first time I keep up with his father back to my hometown JingNing, loess bake in eyes were naked, it is difficult to see the figure of a tree, but entered the village, saw dozens of although the vicissitudes of old, but still pink-cheeked willow and pear trees. The willow tree trunk, where 10 meters to be cut, round spawned countless along the trunk and branches, wait until the long branches to do house repaired rafter, cut off again, and derivative, so cycle, a willow tree one hundred years old, to give priority to contribute the rafter of several house!

Such a great devotion means not awe when the tenacity and tenacity of life. As for the pear tree, xu had some big sister aunt, in order to add some life to yellow drab land and plant of intentionally or unintentionally, annual spring season of toil, when straight waist rest for a while, see the white pear flower, a tree tree, occasionally smelling a wisp of two strands of fragrance, the exhaustion of all seemed to reduce a lot of. The outside of the trees are iron solid, upon such protection, to make trees in this ShiNianJiuHan, standing water your such as oil place into a gigantic scenery.

My hometown is in the depths of the guanshan Lin hai, nature is not the lack of trees, the village is the boat floating on the beautiful. So namely, east of the village, which is connected to the outside small intersection, or standing up a tree as designed, cracked skin trunk QiuQu, crown patronage four or five acres of pear tree, acid that is a symbol of our village. According to his father, we settled in here, there is the acid pear tree, the less said there are more than one hundred years old, who planted, nobody knows. Pear fruits every year, the tree acid fruit such as wild egg size, reddish brown, Dream beauty pro thin skin juice, sweet and sour taste.

S in the hunger, the annual autumn, sour pear mature season, according to the requirements of the parents, we put down under a tree yamanashi pick up to go home, take out the kernel, the pulp dried, in the spring of next year, the dry pulp and stir-fry the wheat and oats, pushed into Fried noodles on stone mill, used to fill our empty belly flat. The acid pear tree was called our "chow mein acid pear tree". Although leave my village has more than ten years, but still the sour pear tree lush in the depth of my heart, always appear in my dream. There are those who rely on elm bark or YuQian, sophora japonica to dine, who can forget trees had given grace?

Every village there is a tree, or a few of ancient tree, the tree age much more than in one hundred, vicissitudes, but still flourish, to hard work of farmers a shade, give children a bailment dream. Because each such tree in the village, no matter what tree species, and whether or not a handsome, they are the soul of the village, is a village, village is also a business card. The old tree, which is a geographical indication of the village. These trees, in addition to the first quarter to enjoy the village people, incense offerings of sacrifice, or each part the heart of the totem and the theme of the dream Dream beauty pro.

How many times in the dream back to the village head tree hugging eagerly longing for your return of the mother, how many back to dream and play hide and seek with are under the tree, around the gaping HuoZui grandpa listen to ancient and modern... Each tree in the village, is the standard of a large village, as long as there is an outsider interrogate with torture, others will be said, pointing to the distance of a canopy, the big pagoda tree that is, or go forward again, saw a big pear.

Each tree in the village, to witness the countless physical, service, Maya angelou, joys and sorrows, it is a Shi Juan village. It under the canopy of the large, it is the children's park, is chat in the village, as well as lovers tryst places... Is not only is the village, every household, there are also a sign of their trees, or some kind of fruit trees, or the willows yu huai conifers and so on, if you want to interrogate with torture so-and-so home where, redirection will give you direction, Dream beauty pro pointing to a tree.
After a day's hard work, a table under a tree, cool wind blow gently, birds nest, the family sit down at the table of chating at, freely, said farming SangMa, said there will harvest, also said that the age of the tree, this time, the yard or outside a big tree, is a member of the family, sharing the master happy and comfortable.

Wandering is away from his native for decades, the hometown of the old tree kept fresh in his mind, always reminded him to remember his hometown, remember the soul of his hometown. Otherwise, the wandering far from home, is what every man's heart has a lush native tree!
  

There is no bone water actually,

Snow to start its flowers.

Fluttering feelings cage fields,

Patches of affection to send somebody else.

The first snow of winter, the swirl, dyed white snow, Dream beauty pro heaven and earth covers everything. The earth the wish buried under the snow, the missing sent it to the spring of next year. Camels of snow, as the herald of spring, in the silent night silent falling to the earth; Him dressing up in a graceful dance the whole world, the spring in the air; He that is winter asahi flawless beautiful beautiful scenery, mountains and rivers with him, then are the bold came; He to the beauty of the landscape is a the most beautiful in the early spring, enchanting throughout the winter. The earth because of him, and with white demon. The first snow of the year is the autumn rains hard of give up love, or how can so touching. I like clean and pure snow, the snow as a kind man, natural and not exaggerating. Under so had been flying in the snow, like my thoughts. Always feel the first snow of the year is autumn rain put down the feelings, or how can so deep. A piece of white, heaven and earth actually beautiful. Like snow, like its whiteness, like its cold; Like the snow, like the purity of it, like it otherwise. Snow is the, don't selfish heart. A snow always surprising, because haven't seen it, let a person full of hope and expectation. Flying snowflakes, singular beauty is awarded to the human nature, in the boundless wilderness, looking at the daily lush fields, become silver shiny, looking at the side of the road of the weeping willows and Holly, and had become a mushroom or a snowman, like a young girl shyly, hung his head, completely did not have the usual natural and unrestrained. The snow, with a mysterious magic and cold sweet crumbs, serene, gently! Lower the earth's ears, listen to the voices of flowers. Azure white heart, Dream beauty pro stay in slightly floating hair, pour to say the secret, between the past and present, lightly broken,.

The snow in the north, fluttering red berries, human feelings and bloom in the snow and see as genuine. Above the heart, such as plum flower open in the snow. The affection of the world, always like this red berries, with snow against the white and steps. The first snow of the year for me is a full of charm and delight thing, since I was young, I like the snow, like in the snow to print a snowman, snowball fights, standing in the snow lifted up her head, see the sky fluttering snowflakes, really very comfortable. Snow, especially night, you woke up to find yourself in a totally different from the past of the world, so the magic so surprise. Look at the sky fluttering spread snow and had to admire nature guifushengong, have to the amazing white snow, jiangshan package so beautiful. Bing xin xue, hong mei condensate. Like the human truth, goodness, beauty, nowhere not here.there is not transparent, glittering and translucent as snow if fragrance mei. Mei, grew up in Fairbanks, Snow White in the ice world. , I would like to walk in the snowy day, feeling of comfortable and beautiful snowflakes flying in the face and shoulder, your heart to the world of pure, colorful, with snowflakes fly xuan together! "I walked in the snow day without you, my old photos, while turning over the phone, you smile so sweet, you on my shoulder, as if it's been a lot of good for many years." Summer song let I remembered that we once again in the winter. Once upon a time, wearing shabby cotton cloth shoes, dotted with boundless earth, against the disease strength of wind, let the sleeping as snow falls in the face. Play jokes, wake up early in the morning silence; Long echoed in the valley. Snow is the chapter of poetry, in winter for scholars write down immortality, as for you I yearned for the good, in reality, ice frozen wake up. Dream is hard to find, just with incomplete memory, exhausted life time, try to collect your hair left. It's a pity that the snow under the wrong time, and now you and I, is not the children of the past already, may be to blame only blame you I not enough patience, can no longer do not wait the next snow season!

Is in the north, simply don't see signs of a spark of winter comes. Snow in the warm morning, take rain hand, walked at a leisurely pace and lovingly autumn do last hug, say goodbye. Snow, is the window of a small poem, emptiness meaningful; Snow, it is a sketch of winter, freehand brushwork is boundless. The first snow of this year, don't like in the wave of scattered light snow, but a flying snow. Since last night, the quiet snowing all night, open the curtains in the morning, unexpectedly is silvery white, see upstairs downstairs, the green leaves of the tree, all are thick snow, winter again really! Empty mountain snow speaker, calm and zen, thoughts, holding out large chunks of white, listen to the peach blossom in the body suddenly awakened confessions. May, because of the snow hit musical sound; Winter, snow fall and perfectly. Mei and snow relationship not only sings the tang poetry family elegance, also made the most beautiful in the winter sonata. Perhaps, the first snow of the year is unable to keep the feelings of autumn rain. The snow, in, as if to go to a covenant of life and death, with a persistent and refuse, arouse the tianya echo, kind of condensation of li, let my heart touching and appropriate. Wandered the world of mortals, listening to the snow zen sound, how many people are there in the world as I resonate with the music to tell? Tonight, I am not for the world of mortals, only fantasy snow with his shoulder. I'm looking forward to the coming of the snow, I hope my world snow swirl down, because the world of snow, I can't hear many voices, but I can hear your footsteps are very close, very close. Even if the snowflakes fall to the ground are silent, but, but it can on a heart, see snow, blundering mood can be immediately clear. In the ice and snow, Dream beauty pro hard sell walking slowly, like a person in the depths of the old days, the man, and like a fall on the white embroidered cloth flower, have a needle, the pain of finger tip, a line, the time the voice of the bite. I really want to make wine, see snowflakes graceful dancing, I really want to listen to the glittering and translucent snowflake blank without law the whisper of shallow sing, assign a rhythm of snow at heart deeply. Wish, nature of notes can be solidified in the snow and wind movement.
  

This southern city, with some stranger left sadness, this is sun city, but I didn't feel any warmth, in spring, the heart is lost in the winter. This year, as if the heart be fit you, there has been no HKUE amec. We, according to the road of destiny arrangement, drifting away, to the old time.

In march, I hope does not bring the warm spring breeze, the grass is dormant in winter cold, the heart also is so, don't want to go to improve carding sorrow mood. Occasionally the whole city, the sun is warm the heart of the vicissitudes. Feel alienated from the personnel around, even if the window new yan peck mud, early spring bud in the branches, I was a newcomer to the corner, quietly staring blankly.

People reach a certain age, there is always a day is getting sleepy for a period of time, we call this blank, everyone will experience, as from the vegetation, the white clouds floating, not avoid, blank it but become a indispensable component in life growing up.

Back along the way, getting too much, have a kind of choking feeling, is the only thing I don't give up the lost memories for you, for your every memory is sweet, let every time I think about you, heart pain.

I hate you, hate you dear John, would rather believe believe illusion, also don't want to trust experienced ups and downs together, on-and-off, noisy, and intimacy. I also hate me, hate me cruel, and you would like to do more to explain and living cut off contact with the tenderness between you.

Walk, walk to the end of the time, not unable to contend with the reality. Maybe, one time, the paper writing endless stories outflow qing tear drops, the cut all ties with the world. Heart, pain to the torn up, read, read aloud to dying, back to not go to the past, back to not go to love.

MacArthur said: "memory is beautiful, because have a smile to comfort, also has the tears moisten". I have survived, about your memories, is mostly beautiful, if we are together, what about sad is also a joy Dream beauty pro.

Time is too hasty, I fail to tidy up a lot of the past, have distance. I can do, just keep constantly remember, forget, story with you. Maybe, I am in explorations, self-righteous to experience the past pain it is hard to see. Sometimes, can't forget, I'm afraid of, one day I memory only between you and the name, the first of the beautiful fade away in time.

I just ordinary mortals, pursues the inevitable daily necessities sauce vinegar, and static good years, though, not to pursue nothing romantic love, the plane, as out-of-touch little, at least I didn't meet.

I just everyman, afford time, perhaps, this is a kind of pursuit for life insipid qian wan issue after grinding, can say is a kind of understanding, also is a kind of distance, negative values. The world too much injustice and uneven, see more, nature is a kind of psychological resistance, so the human things I don't want to doping into, "hide to become unification into the small building, tube he spring and summer and autumn/winter", even if the old in their weaving dreams, my mind, live in the present, Ann and the present.

Damage later, you gave to me gradually become a kind of understanding, there is no two leaves are the same, nature also does not exist between two people of the same heart, no one who can make the heart of empathy. I was glad when I think of you no longer have to complain, everything passes years reconciliation, I can get past, most matter of the heart is only between reality and ideal, and I had pulled back to reality.

Until now, I finally accept you give damage. I'm not in love you, this is my most real and heartache monologues. Acquainted with you, maybe for devoting all my fate, encounter, experience, fully run counter to the love, now, in front of me is the harsh reality, to the far is unknown lost way.

I am glad, I finally let go, no longer love you, even if any one, because you had to hurt, to love, I have already recovered.

Thought of the true love is trivial boring game, repeat get to know a person, understand a man we accept or refuse a person, heart couldn't help shivering. A lot of people in this game, I only think of intestines and stomach flips. Two kinds of love in the world happy man after the failure, one kind is a love, do everything we can, after all for nothing, from now on to the love cool fickle. One is eager to find out the truth, try many times, reservations, finally also can cool down. How lucky I am to be the first one can be free, from now on the matter, concentrating on love but I also admire the eyesight of the latter, if compared it to gambling, dish,, at least I would understand what I'm really not that piece of material...

I have understood, even if we all go back, back to less than at the beginning, at least not forgive each other's damage, I can only put the memories about you, years later, I need that memory to feed the life, at that time, I think I'm a really "be yourself, carefree look at the courthouse flowers bloom; whether unconsciously, overflow with clouds scud across heaven".

Have ups and downs, the carpet of flowers when falling into a mound. Now the world gathers, jigsaw, past time and a mill east, weak as love. This years like a cloud floating, longitudinal is aged nostalgia on at once, is nowhere to salvage. Youth experience, committed, like a vessel in one thousand, with the history died in rolling turbid, if you understand the content with the present, will forgive "loss of a better with the change of the past Dream beauty pro.

Thin minus prosperous time, the past is paring down, not deliberately take down time in the wrong committed to hurry. Experienced too multiple multiple kinds of joys and sorrows.there, washing and pure mind, such as Buddhism by cloud: see mountain is mountain, see water is water. For the personnel changes, also can do no happiness or sadness no, no hate, no resentment.

All the way through, is losing our dazed and confused, is obtained to deep understanding. Maybe you in decoration of the window, I dress up in someone else's dream. Maybe one day, your dream I can dress up with each other, you are still you, I am still me, vaguely remember when touched, just missing at that time the impulse, not for the past sorrow...

I have come to terms with the years, not to indulge the past, at the foot of the road, still have to go step by step. Oh that time still good, your future, my happy-go-lucky, two not entanglements.
  

Time cool, rain washed the past thought that experience life in a hurry to take years of vicissitudes of life bring us, can have a safe, bubble a pot of green tea, or the taste, and we are waiting for the people, has disappeared in the crowd Dream beauty pro hard sell.

Why when I was going to forget you, you will appear in my mind...

Around a circle, at the beginning of that kind of mood is looming. Clearly say good start from friends, but you have to end drill (this is the beginning of love, how can you just don't understand?) Don't understand calculate, don't fight for also determined separately, points are points, also don't want to lose touch Dream beauty pro hard sell.

Later, know that you are looking for the one after another, felt you enough flower heart also gradually, gradually alienated with you...

When I'm going to put down, is about to forget you, why do you ask again at the beginning...

You don't understand or I silly cute?

Why I still single? If the world once had the man appeared Dream beauty pro, others will become on! But I don't want to do.

I never provoke you, why do you provoke me? Now that provoked and why give up?

Now, you also have your happiness...

Good bye! In the past...

I won't wait for you in the old place.