Exile to afford free

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.
  

Do not believe the rhetoric in life
That's just the bedding for some purpose
Don't believe that someone's promise Dream beauty pro
It's just for his own purpose and give you sweet fruit
Time will change the fruit become bitter astringent

Their fate to grasp in their own hands
It won't be time season strike Dream beauty pro
If their fate by others
The palette of your life will lose colour you want

The fate of their grasp
His own life
As a time of time wasted
Don't regret HKUE ENG
You use your own way in the lives of the palette
Leaving your joys and sorrows