2015年05月28日
Text, loneliness is gorgeous
Since the text quietly into my heart, that kind of feeling, like the tide surging emotions can't convergence, inner flowing text streams of the joys and sorrows, I walked with bare feet, feel cold, cold. I do not know when, fell in love with the words, accompany me to go for the winter summer in the spring and autumn.
Taste the bitter of love, infiltrating life injury nu skin hong kong. The boys in the face of the sea, dressed in shabby clothes, unkempt walking on the crowd, suffered companion coldly and ridicule. In front of the sea, no marginal sea, where is the harbour of his tender? Sea, the boundless sea, since sensible, the boy has a stubborn personality then unbend arm, on his journey.
Looking back, the past as if it can not pass, the colorful spring, harsh summer, bleak autumn, cold winter, the mottled broken shadow, dribs and drabs wandering in my mind. Lingering shadow, only hear the sound of the rain falls on the SLATE, compose the unique nature of movement. Who will give attractive to the movement of staff, to make it into a moving poem, not stand alone in the mountains.
The former glory and honor, has gradually become the teachers. The boy in their shabby clothes, do you still to face the sea? The end of the thinking of you want to know. Used to give you the applause and flowers are falling into a mire of memories, dispersed the dispersed earlier. Flowers fall silent, sea forever, those lucky enough to fall in the sea, at least not lonely, was accompanied by the sea, and I, the long long night, the mysterious lights of the city, who is willing to listen to me?
So I started looking for away from the hubbub in another way, I tell my ideal utopia in the letter, tell the arrow of Cupid he shot to give me love in the wrong direction, tell nuwa she used to have to day was we burst, Goethe told me and he has the same question... The complex emotional entanglements, the cut the reason but also relationships, whether to pester me to what time?
The boy is me, how I envy the prairie the flock of sheep and cattle children ah, free, free. Summer mountain, the sun is shining, the children got to work that hard the flow of sweat. Singing, there are sheep, evening to bring back made of grass bed, lie on the above, counting the stars through the Windows, don't fall asleep for a while. And I, but in this night television to write about this mountain of hymns.
Always thought that, all the unhappiness will past, everything will alone and with the passing years. Can be life long, the flower of youth has just arrived, is not yet ripe fruit of summer autumn maple leaf is not present, nu skin how will the lives of young people don't have on this issue? Will be infinite solitude of heart, hard to the good things; Abreact sad thoughts, in the sea of words; The fear of the dark, immersed in the inspirational story. I think, everything is over, actually they just arrived.
Love to travel the reason why I because reality has slowly started to run away, go to the places where there are stories, there is the place of the text. When I am on the train, next to see the scenery of back quickly, like time. Next to the tracks have I can't smell rust taste, but I'm thinking, if the train before, as I lay on the track, also calculate throwing themselves in front of? I from no haizi to be free from vulgarity, his face toward the sea, the spring blossoms, because he has no problem. And I, from looked up at him, still survive in this world, because I fell in love with words, but only the deep love, can't control.
Since love on the word, the memories of the coming to me, in life, those who like the childhood like flowers bloom in my heart the past; Love also began to slowly wound; The family into something I worth to show off. Forgot her depression, autumn winter forgot his cold, sad quietly turned into a kind of enjoyment, bring my feeling is not the same. With words, listen to sad music, something some people began to emerge in the in the mind; Listen to happy music, those happy time will come to mind; Can't get enough to put those classic old songs, the in the mind head, fingertips, story, reveals the emotional rhythm.
The vast sea, how to home? Don't want to ended, finally found that text is my spiritual sustenance, is my warm harbor. In the text, writing, a person is really lonely, lonely, after can be cool and happy hong thai travel. Maybe text itself is a kind of temptation, let is difficult to resist the people become excited.
Recall the past and imagining the future, good sad, words are my heart, I will let her quietly bloomed in the lonely. I hope one day, I can also to face the sea, at that time, the spring flowers are open.
Taste the bitter of love, infiltrating life injury nu skin hong kong. The boys in the face of the sea, dressed in shabby clothes, unkempt walking on the crowd, suffered companion coldly and ridicule. In front of the sea, no marginal sea, where is the harbour of his tender? Sea, the boundless sea, since sensible, the boy has a stubborn personality then unbend arm, on his journey.
Looking back, the past as if it can not pass, the colorful spring, harsh summer, bleak autumn, cold winter, the mottled broken shadow, dribs and drabs wandering in my mind. Lingering shadow, only hear the sound of the rain falls on the SLATE, compose the unique nature of movement. Who will give attractive to the movement of staff, to make it into a moving poem, not stand alone in the mountains.
The former glory and honor, has gradually become the teachers. The boy in their shabby clothes, do you still to face the sea? The end of the thinking of you want to know. Used to give you the applause and flowers are falling into a mire of memories, dispersed the dispersed earlier. Flowers fall silent, sea forever, those lucky enough to fall in the sea, at least not lonely, was accompanied by the sea, and I, the long long night, the mysterious lights of the city, who is willing to listen to me?
So I started looking for away from the hubbub in another way, I tell my ideal utopia in the letter, tell the arrow of Cupid he shot to give me love in the wrong direction, tell nuwa she used to have to day was we burst, Goethe told me and he has the same question... The complex emotional entanglements, the cut the reason but also relationships, whether to pester me to what time?
The boy is me, how I envy the prairie the flock of sheep and cattle children ah, free, free. Summer mountain, the sun is shining, the children got to work that hard the flow of sweat. Singing, there are sheep, evening to bring back made of grass bed, lie on the above, counting the stars through the Windows, don't fall asleep for a while. And I, but in this night television to write about this mountain of hymns.
Always thought that, all the unhappiness will past, everything will alone and with the passing years. Can be life long, the flower of youth has just arrived, is not yet ripe fruit of summer autumn maple leaf is not present, nu skin how will the lives of young people don't have on this issue? Will be infinite solitude of heart, hard to the good things; Abreact sad thoughts, in the sea of words; The fear of the dark, immersed in the inspirational story. I think, everything is over, actually they just arrived.
Love to travel the reason why I because reality has slowly started to run away, go to the places where there are stories, there is the place of the text. When I am on the train, next to see the scenery of back quickly, like time. Next to the tracks have I can't smell rust taste, but I'm thinking, if the train before, as I lay on the track, also calculate throwing themselves in front of? I from no haizi to be free from vulgarity, his face toward the sea, the spring blossoms, because he has no problem. And I, from looked up at him, still survive in this world, because I fell in love with words, but only the deep love, can't control.
Since love on the word, the memories of the coming to me, in life, those who like the childhood like flowers bloom in my heart the past; Love also began to slowly wound; The family into something I worth to show off. Forgot her depression, autumn winter forgot his cold, sad quietly turned into a kind of enjoyment, bring my feeling is not the same. With words, listen to sad music, something some people began to emerge in the in the mind; Listen to happy music, those happy time will come to mind; Can't get enough to put those classic old songs, the in the mind head, fingertips, story, reveals the emotional rhythm.
The vast sea, how to home? Don't want to ended, finally found that text is my spiritual sustenance, is my warm harbor. In the text, writing, a person is really lonely, lonely, after can be cool and happy hong thai travel. Maybe text itself is a kind of temptation, let is difficult to resist the people become excited.
Recall the past and imagining the future, good sad, words are my heart, I will let her quietly bloomed in the lonely. I hope one day, I can also to face the sea, at that time, the spring flowers are open.
2015年05月12日
Those who let I admire
Though life is busy, but mediocre life, human nature while the greedy, but not for the bureau count in life, life although vanity, but true life. The shape of people, the heart of each different, difficult to read, in the face of these, I have memories.
Most of the people, to give their survival, but there are some people who CARES about the world, I sincerely praying for such people, peace be to the good life.
Quiet woods to find a way out, in the sense of missing my time, waste my good time in the play.
In the secular, sometimes have to worship money, sometimes had to bow to reality, but this process, I think, or don't lost your good heart, don't let the matter swamped the beginner's mind, surging...
I wish to be a good person, at the same time for the good before, now the good and the good man in the future, sincerely wish the good life of peace!
- to those who let I admire.
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