One day, night and the mundane world to chat, she asked me to want to go home.
I said, like ah. Train schedule online to see a few that are thousands of kilometers, the number of stations. In fact, far from home that is also not far, all the way back, some way of scenery, and I have been unable to make the trip delay.
Home is always a desire that can not be said, can not want the place back and forth.
Learn to play the flute in the year, I repeatedly playing it for the treasure if the cold and the Little Tigers. Dead of night, the flute sobs, see Epiphyllum bloom slowly, lightly bathed in moon Kiyoteru pre-order. Also there are so many small children, mind and feelings, as time goes by, gradually disappeared also buried.
In a distant time long, long time often that their indifferent start to many staff. Can each see the familiar landscape, or will feel excited.
That day to see Shu Yu Huan Huaxi shot in Chengdu, suddenly taught me great memories. That summer, I and friends in the Huan Huaxi side of the tea drink tea and chat, a comfortable chair, green Yu lush trees blocking the view of the sun scorching.
Last summer, the one walking in Phoenix.
Fan Fan sings a person may travel more interesting, but perhaps scenery is so beautiful, so I always think of you. So boundless landscape, always need someone to enjoy together.
Phoenix to see someone beat the spring, river, such as ink, micro-swing boat, river Yang Liu Yiyi, cherry snow, Diaojiao there seems to be shadows, looking like the photo, can also feel good share of tranquility.
Ring in April sent some pictures. Maoshan foot shot that spring, Huang Cancan of rape and peach, quiet river.
She remembers very grateful as I love the scenery.
Although this year to 2233 photographed at home in the rape, but also a personal Zhuxiandong opened just take a lot of peach blossoms bloom once every day looking at the Kapok.
May still feel they missed a bloom. Looked up and kapok are all thanks.
Even had dropped on the floor of the Fallen flowers, but also not the slightest color of withering. Only those light green and tender branches of dense, floating gently in the wind.
Forget which day of the night, walking on the sidewalk, through the tall kapok tree branches, saw a dim moon. Vision is sometimes the night is so quiet, people also followed a quiet heart.
Often think it goes a long moment. Sometimes, however, a few months time, it felt a lifetime long.
Today has been a long time the siren sounded not a long time I did not fiddle with the strings, but also a long time, no practice calligraphy. My father said that, I know everything, they are half-baked. There are too many love hearts, but were tasted. I also want to, no matter regardless of the love, but only a wishful thinking, the heart has much intertwined, meandering, always blind.
2010年7月26日星期一
South, south of endless years
Title from a piece is, fat that Beijingers see outsiders, leading to see lower levels, the Shanghai people to see foreigners, are country people.
I asked, what does the Cantonese?
He said that outsiders look at the Cantonese, are northerners.
I laughed. When I first came to Guangdong, true, old heard the Cantonese are known outside the north of Guangdong, often are silent, their geographical concept, too narrow.
I asked before, that Guangxi people? Yunnan people? Hong Kong people? Hainan people? Macao people?
Then let the matter rest.
May the beginning, I saw the leaves growing thick kapok, reveals a hint of shade gap hope that the bright blue, the heart is joy. The city has been cloudy for too long, long look at old film of the blue sky, all felt like a distant dream. Blink of an eye, almost a year.
Year's time, is so slow and rapid. Alone went to Phoenix, and 2233 spent less than a month with, go a southern, met with some understanding for a long time and long-lost masked man.
More often, to live the world of pyrotechnics, hand soup of life.
Often is so homesick. Tangle dream repeated some of the circumstances, wake up Quewu trace. I am homesick, but not so the want to go back. There are always local, always can not reach, can only be used to miss, and miss.
Pearl helped me to the Ming Dynasty recorded the background music down, so I repeated listening. I like that tune, euphemism lose melodious, and faint, and it reveals a burst of memory.
If in previous years, will air in April is full of summer flavor. This year has been fast Lixia, morning and evening hours, but also felt some of coolness. Hidden in the afternoon sun is, according to come in, have brightened up the whole room, with eyes closed, can feel is bright.
Secured the doors and windows at night, will feel hot, they could only open the fan, fan for an hour or overnight.
Still living in the west of the house, sometimes you can see the evening sun sink in the horizon is infinite beauty. Can be that kind of room, in the summer, but a torment.
Pride in peerless business, Charmaine, played by Lin Miaomiao, who dreams of owning a house can watch the sunset, as we grew older, she was very disillusioned roared toward Dayo Wong: I do not like it, and had such a good drying house ah.
At that time Puchi smile, think Charmaine speaking out of my heart.
Dream and reality is like that, always a gap between.
Do you think the sunset is beautiful, they may have suffered from the sun's heat.
Night sky looked dark side of clouds, such as King, had been to see not too long. Next month, in turn will change a residence. I hope, shelter still has a balcony, a kitchen, a living room and bedroom. May take some thought, scouring some of cloth and furniture, to flower and bird market to buy some green plants, plant some flowers easily raising efforts, and the accommodation arrangements of some of the feeling of warmth and stability.
The best, not west.
Also hope that night, can fall asleep in the cool drafts, the first bunch in the early morning sun to wake up. Then every day, with thick white clouds and blue sky.
South, south of endless years.
As always, I still occasionally tender, occasionally violent, occasionally, to write some of my little joy and little sad.
I asked, what does the Cantonese?
He said that outsiders look at the Cantonese, are northerners.
I laughed. When I first came to Guangdong, true, old heard the Cantonese are known outside the north of Guangdong, often are silent, their geographical concept, too narrow.
I asked before, that Guangxi people? Yunnan people? Hong Kong people? Hainan people? Macao people?
Then let the matter rest.
May the beginning, I saw the leaves growing thick kapok, reveals a hint of shade gap hope that the bright blue, the heart is joy. The city has been cloudy for too long, long look at old film of the blue sky, all felt like a distant dream. Blink of an eye, almost a year.
Year's time, is so slow and rapid. Alone went to Phoenix, and 2233 spent less than a month with, go a southern, met with some understanding for a long time and long-lost masked man.
More often, to live the world of pyrotechnics, hand soup of life.
Often is so homesick. Tangle dream repeated some of the circumstances, wake up Quewu trace. I am homesick, but not so the want to go back. There are always local, always can not reach, can only be used to miss, and miss.
Pearl helped me to the Ming Dynasty recorded the background music down, so I repeated listening. I like that tune, euphemism lose melodious, and faint, and it reveals a burst of memory.
If in previous years, will air in April is full of summer flavor. This year has been fast Lixia, morning and evening hours, but also felt some of coolness. Hidden in the afternoon sun is, according to come in, have brightened up the whole room, with eyes closed, can feel is bright.
Secured the doors and windows at night, will feel hot, they could only open the fan, fan for an hour or overnight.
Still living in the west of the house, sometimes you can see the evening sun sink in the horizon is infinite beauty. Can be that kind of room, in the summer, but a torment.
Pride in peerless business, Charmaine, played by Lin Miaomiao, who dreams of owning a house can watch the sunset, as we grew older, she was very disillusioned roared toward Dayo Wong: I do not like it, and had such a good drying house ah.
At that time Puchi smile, think Charmaine speaking out of my heart.
Dream and reality is like that, always a gap between.
Do you think the sunset is beautiful, they may have suffered from the sun's heat.
Night sky looked dark side of clouds, such as King, had been to see not too long. Next month, in turn will change a residence. I hope, shelter still has a balcony, a kitchen, a living room and bedroom. May take some thought, scouring some of cloth and furniture, to flower and bird market to buy some green plants, plant some flowers easily raising efforts, and the accommodation arrangements of some of the feeling of warmth and stability.
The best, not west.
Also hope that night, can fall asleep in the cool drafts, the first bunch in the early morning sun to wake up. Then every day, with thick white clouds and blue sky.
South, south of endless years.
As always, I still occasionally tender, occasionally violent, occasionally, to write some of my little joy and little sad.
Those words have joy.
[Those who like to have to give up]
After the beginning of summer, the two doors. And the latter is the bell. When the other car, take cell phone camera head, kapok, the companies pass the place where lived more than a year ago when he saw a piece of paper, perhaps the posters, in the air head. Forrest Gump as the beginning of that piece of very white feathers, the wind and dance, but I do not know where it drifts. Moment that time still, the whole picture of a stifled me inexplicable.
And bell first went underground mall casual stroll, shopping to find the last time a saw the sandals. Beige, with a lovely bow. Who knows I did not even wear six yards, 5 yards, had to wear, but left loose a lot. The feeling is obviously very fond of, not because of defects not give up.
Out from the underground mall, and at a sudden feeling may see the light. Who in turn quickly took off his thin coat, so the temperature difference between hot and cold, always very afraid of cold. Bought some stuff, and the bell will be returned separately.
[Thanks to those who say I]
Friday, the ring suddenly appeared, sent a document that says Liu. Open a look, but also some of the prescription treatment of cough. Last year, she gave me a treatment of common cold cough remedies, and thought this gave. I said, in fact, have a good cough. She said, stood it, if you do not listen and then cold cough, also used on.
I did not say thank you, because I felt hypocritical.
[Nothing came of it in a cold]
April when the temperature again, the North was still washed up the snow, the South, even though still green, the temperature is too cool for a few cents.
Cough has been not to quit, every time the phone, 22 Naruto, cough hear my voice, he said that if the cough you can not life off the root how to do?
I always laughed and said, what would be. I always feel that the season is over, coughing would naturally.
If you do any better, then there is one thing, life is never betray, hand in hand, some are not alone, right?
I know this idea is very abnormal, but such a wish, it seems the coughing is not a big deal.
Mended, or God did not let the "wishes" come true, to the south after the time, unexplained cough not medication. Tobacco smoke to see me, ask you cough well, before awakening had better days, no longer coughing.
[Those cool when the hot weather]
Saturday, the get up after the shampoo bath, open doors and windows, so that breeze come. Sitting quietly, not to open the fan, also did not feel much heat.
Sunday, the evening opened with air conditioning, close to sleep, the sky began to thunder, so turn off the air conditioning instead of fans, a good night sleep.
Monday, the thunderstorms and rain began to feel another chill. After washing hair, blow to the semi-, and long to see Liu lobe, always careless answer to his facial features, and long hair, and long to the waist. Last year at this time, the word has been dragged, white T and skirt. This year, only the long T and Pants repeated wear. Maybe every year, has a different mood dressing.
[Those words, have joy]
The past few months, writing too much text. They all live trivial, fleeting light and shadow.
Often feel that these words, is the best gift to these Days. We grow old to the future, there are intentions to write past the text can be read to.
On the text, there was a further small but wish. Is to make people read to feel warm.
Warm themselves, but also warm people.
So sometimes charge of some effort to write some text gives is little desire for it. However, there are always desired, warm sometimes, but not long. Just think of life in the vast and sometimes may be sufficient warmth.
All the text, but is written on paper of a memorial, was no longer time, leaving only feelings remain.
From today, those last words, from January, to a year, an article clear, from the past. After every month, every year, will have different joy.
After the beginning of summer, the two doors. And the latter is the bell. When the other car, take cell phone camera head, kapok, the companies pass the place where lived more than a year ago when he saw a piece of paper, perhaps the posters, in the air head. Forrest Gump as the beginning of that piece of very white feathers, the wind and dance, but I do not know where it drifts. Moment that time still, the whole picture of a stifled me inexplicable.
And bell first went underground mall casual stroll, shopping to find the last time a saw the sandals. Beige, with a lovely bow. Who knows I did not even wear six yards, 5 yards, had to wear, but left loose a lot. The feeling is obviously very fond of, not because of defects not give up.
Out from the underground mall, and at a sudden feeling may see the light. Who in turn quickly took off his thin coat, so the temperature difference between hot and cold, always very afraid of cold. Bought some stuff, and the bell will be returned separately.
[Thanks to those who say I]
Friday, the ring suddenly appeared, sent a document that says Liu. Open a look, but also some of the prescription treatment of cough. Last year, she gave me a treatment of common cold cough remedies, and thought this gave. I said, in fact, have a good cough. She said, stood it, if you do not listen and then cold cough, also used on.
I did not say thank you, because I felt hypocritical.
[Nothing came of it in a cold]
April when the temperature again, the North was still washed up the snow, the South, even though still green, the temperature is too cool for a few cents.
Cough has been not to quit, every time the phone, 22 Naruto, cough hear my voice, he said that if the cough you can not life off the root how to do?
I always laughed and said, what would be. I always feel that the season is over, coughing would naturally.
If you do any better, then there is one thing, life is never betray, hand in hand, some are not alone, right?
I know this idea is very abnormal, but such a wish, it seems the coughing is not a big deal.
Mended, or God did not let the "wishes" come true, to the south after the time, unexplained cough not medication. Tobacco smoke to see me, ask you cough well, before awakening had better days, no longer coughing.
[Those cool when the hot weather]
Saturday, the get up after the shampoo bath, open doors and windows, so that breeze come. Sitting quietly, not to open the fan, also did not feel much heat.
Sunday, the evening opened with air conditioning, close to sleep, the sky began to thunder, so turn off the air conditioning instead of fans, a good night sleep.
Monday, the thunderstorms and rain began to feel another chill. After washing hair, blow to the semi-, and long to see Liu lobe, always careless answer to his facial features, and long hair, and long to the waist. Last year at this time, the word has been dragged, white T and skirt. This year, only the long T and Pants repeated wear. Maybe every year, has a different mood dressing.
[Those words, have joy]
The past few months, writing too much text. They all live trivial, fleeting light and shadow.
Often feel that these words, is the best gift to these Days. We grow old to the future, there are intentions to write past the text can be read to.
On the text, there was a further small but wish. Is to make people read to feel warm.
Warm themselves, but also warm people.
So sometimes charge of some effort to write some text gives is little desire for it. However, there are always desired, warm sometimes, but not long. Just think of life in the vast and sometimes may be sufficient warmth.
All the text, but is written on paper of a memorial, was no longer time, leaving only feelings remain.
From today, those last words, from January, to a year, an article clear, from the past. After every month, every year, will have different joy.
Strong in the end before being considerate of others
This is a cloudy day in the breeze, green leaves and purple flowers dancing in the wind, I packed my cupboard has memorized the whole year without a package. A light blue, one beige, one is dark brown. Each change package, will be necessary to put the new package will leave many a time without cleaning up debris, such as the red packets, handkerchiefs of paper, restaurant coupons. Found a March 3 letter to write to me, give me a bell on the packet spell Floral fabric, a sell knives to z when the city gave me a Japanese doll dolls.
Endless in this city every year, when wet, wardrobe, shoe cabinet, I use charcoal, drying up inside, or will remain mildew. Wash well the baby doll, hanging on a rack, the drying on the balcony, the wind would blow over, above the jingle bells ringing sounds crisp there.
Noon out a cucumber from the refrigerator, three-quarters of sliced cold, put ginger garlic, chili oil, pepper oil, spring onion, soy sauce and vinegar salad. Perhaps many people are so right, do not like jealous, but some things good for us, so we do not love, it makes eating. The remaining one quarter, and with diced ham, a bowl of fried rice done.
For a new phone, in addition to again self-timer, that is, the phone plays mp3. Those songs are my favorite, one song after another loop, and then often, gradually starting to sleep. Countless dreams, plots have been forgotten, only the moment I wake up and distracted.
This summer, do not install too many new clothes, the thick winter clothing yet to receive them, and the summer put together all kinds of cotton T shirt. Of last year, the year before, and even Tai Qiannian buy clothes, those clothes will be very happy to buy when the. So later, even wear fewer, it still can not bear to lose.
My clothes, as always, in addition to black and white three-color gray, few other bright colors. Floral this year bought a blue chiffon dress was there last year bought 78 different colors of the dress, is the wardrobe, the only color Yiyi.
Said the words no longer write, but also still read.
Use by some text, record the trivial time. That time I went through, so is mine, those words are only written to his see. Happy it was not too happy to write, as long as they like, what relationship?
Often hard, and good to yourself. Such as skin.
But always forget to do a mask and after a few days, think of it, they will adjust with the egg white powder, pearl powder transfer honey, seaweed transfer Toner, lazy bird's nest when they are posted Watson's mask, or sleep with the appropriate herbs, green tea sleep mask. With the mood is always changing. Peel off the skin like the touch, smooth and delicate, so mood will get better.
The signature of a friend a few years and it is "nothing more important than themselves." Once that these words are too selfish righteous, we do not feel, this is the truth. Does not harm the interests of others in the premise of good to yourself, love yourself, and not wrong. I write my own text, since nothing to do with people.
Strong in the end you always can go for the sake of others. Cat told me years ago, then quietly now pan on the heart, eyes and a sudden acid.
Those who do not understand it, now finally understand.
Just say that if the people?
Endless in this city every year, when wet, wardrobe, shoe cabinet, I use charcoal, drying up inside, or will remain mildew. Wash well the baby doll, hanging on a rack, the drying on the balcony, the wind would blow over, above the jingle bells ringing sounds crisp there.
Noon out a cucumber from the refrigerator, three-quarters of sliced cold, put ginger garlic, chili oil, pepper oil, spring onion, soy sauce and vinegar salad. Perhaps many people are so right, do not like jealous, but some things good for us, so we do not love, it makes eating. The remaining one quarter, and with diced ham, a bowl of fried rice done.
For a new phone, in addition to again self-timer, that is, the phone plays mp3. Those songs are my favorite, one song after another loop, and then often, gradually starting to sleep. Countless dreams, plots have been forgotten, only the moment I wake up and distracted.
This summer, do not install too many new clothes, the thick winter clothing yet to receive them, and the summer put together all kinds of cotton T shirt. Of last year, the year before, and even Tai Qiannian buy clothes, those clothes will be very happy to buy when the. So later, even wear fewer, it still can not bear to lose.
My clothes, as always, in addition to black and white three-color gray, few other bright colors. Floral this year bought a blue chiffon dress was there last year bought 78 different colors of the dress, is the wardrobe, the only color Yiyi.
Said the words no longer write, but also still read.
Use by some text, record the trivial time. That time I went through, so is mine, those words are only written to his see. Happy it was not too happy to write, as long as they like, what relationship?
Often hard, and good to yourself. Such as skin.
But always forget to do a mask and after a few days, think of it, they will adjust with the egg white powder, pearl powder transfer honey, seaweed transfer Toner, lazy bird's nest when they are posted Watson's mask, or sleep with the appropriate herbs, green tea sleep mask. With the mood is always changing. Peel off the skin like the touch, smooth and delicate, so mood will get better.
The signature of a friend a few years and it is "nothing more important than themselves." Once that these words are too selfish righteous, we do not feel, this is the truth. Does not harm the interests of others in the premise of good to yourself, love yourself, and not wrong. I write my own text, since nothing to do with people.
Strong in the end you always can go for the sake of others. Cat told me years ago, then quietly now pan on the heart, eyes and a sudden acid.
Those who do not understand it, now finally understand.
Just say that if the people?
Who's facial features, has become the other side
[Sky • kapok]
One day in the afternoon in May, back on board sleepy. Bought from a supermarket holding Cassia pillow, thinking forward to what should be equipped with color pillowcase.
Shi Hai stumbled off the evening the wind would blow, the people will feel awake.
Common stretches of kapok leaves and Bauhinia spent the wind sway, then the Jiaoren mind is always comfortable.
Night, he saw a large white flowers large flower floating clouds cover the canopy, the kind of feeling, good people began to hum little love song.
When there are clouds in the cloud, is the same, thick white, it is followed by a soft heart.
In recent years, always repeated that the time of joy to see the blue and white, like the feeling, perhaps there are people like me know.
[Text • Weather]
After application of the Tencent collar, always write some idle words, not a Chapters.
Broken pieces of the record as thin, in his view, it is a different kind of happiness. The total number of personnel can not forget, but there are many easily overlooked happy beautiful gap in time between oblivion.
Only those word, and then tells the mood of a moment.
On the 19th, the next day of rain, thunder constantly. A window, the incoming rain will be abrupt.
The day did nothing, just like a busy day. Shu Yu Q, most of the time, I feel lonely.
I said, they would feel lonely right people, go hand in hand. Sometimes enjoy, sometimes the whole world only one person's Book Of Disquietude themselves alone.
[Who's facial features, has become the other side]
This day, back to the Fantasy. People coming and going, seems faintly old look.
Start transfer, bet, re-opened accounts.
June's World Cup, destined to be busy, as four years ago. Four years ago this time, early in the Fantasy. Four years, the real passion sway the time, it also is about one and a half, more time is alienated, but why, later left as much in the mind distracted.
March 3, I always think you can even think about thinking about the way you are blurred.
Those in the past also that, like the times, one sometimes ps of the more beautiful.
Often fall in love with the memory of that time feeling, love is the youth that was in their own.
Light and shadow change over time, those familiar facial features, and finally became unable to cross the other side.
One day in the afternoon in May, back on board sleepy. Bought from a supermarket holding Cassia pillow, thinking forward to what should be equipped with color pillowcase.
Shi Hai stumbled off the evening the wind would blow, the people will feel awake.
Common stretches of kapok leaves and Bauhinia spent the wind sway, then the Jiaoren mind is always comfortable.
Night, he saw a large white flowers large flower floating clouds cover the canopy, the kind of feeling, good people began to hum little love song.
When there are clouds in the cloud, is the same, thick white, it is followed by a soft heart.
In recent years, always repeated that the time of joy to see the blue and white, like the feeling, perhaps there are people like me know.
[Text • Weather]
After application of the Tencent collar, always write some idle words, not a Chapters.
Broken pieces of the record as thin, in his view, it is a different kind of happiness. The total number of personnel can not forget, but there are many easily overlooked happy beautiful gap in time between oblivion.
Only those word, and then tells the mood of a moment.
On the 19th, the next day of rain, thunder constantly. A window, the incoming rain will be abrupt.
The day did nothing, just like a busy day. Shu Yu Q, most of the time, I feel lonely.
I said, they would feel lonely right people, go hand in hand. Sometimes enjoy, sometimes the whole world only one person's Book Of Disquietude themselves alone.
[Who's facial features, has become the other side]
This day, back to the Fantasy. People coming and going, seems faintly old look.
Start transfer, bet, re-opened accounts.
June's World Cup, destined to be busy, as four years ago. Four years ago this time, early in the Fantasy. Four years, the real passion sway the time, it also is about one and a half, more time is alienated, but why, later left as much in the mind distracted.
March 3, I always think you can even think about thinking about the way you are blurred.
Those in the past also that, like the times, one sometimes ps of the more beautiful.
Often fall in love with the memory of that time feeling, love is the youth that was in their own.
Light and shadow change over time, those familiar facial features, and finally became unable to cross the other side.
Like the Red Ukiyo are well
Has shown signs of not understanding knife, I do not know how many turned a corner, from the point into a link.
A quiet figure, often reduced to the background of some pages, making all kinds of beautiful flowers. Some emotional words, but no lack of sober and rational.
First let me think, however, are Chen Youliang. Heavenly Sword in some cunning that has seemingly honest man.
Then turned to think of is the red armbands. She has many names on the knife, and the jasper knife, red armbands knife. Martial arts, the Swordsman most generous knight is elegant.
Knife without understanding it?
The woman, in the top of Emei, practice hard every night and do not understand hate evil sword knife.
To speak, a mind suddenly hurt.
How the experience to not only understand hate evil.
Originally thought, would have been secretly spy on the text tool does not understand.
But had not imagined, in the slight breeze of the night, she said, the day before yesterday I read a long time to Bo.
Yi Zheng, watching time of opening written text is also the day before yesterday.
She said the collection of a few of my pictures, I do not know is appropriate. I can not help but smile, and I kept her private pictures in the computer.
So wonderful. Inadvertently, we did the same thing.
May has been a part of it, sometimes hot, sometimes cool.
Not all black sky, they see a crescent moon hanging in the sky. It is mango season maturity, in the way street on both sides and the district of, to see the branches of green mango, picked up some time, turn yellow after a very sweet taste.
Passed Ficus virens, the smell sense of the familiar aroma, always make me extremely heart-hi.
Written long ago, for the most sentimental place, always wanted to live a life where life is a man sleep beside. The stable and secure life, sometimes it's not easy.
Who would never stay with another person next to it, this world is always nothing to long days and long.
Something about the future, there is always too unpredictable.
Walking along the street, suddenly see a banner poster that read: Loneliness is the most prosperous.
Meditation for a long time, perhaps.
Human predecessors, the two always look like. Laughter may not be true happiness, sadness may not be that heart-breaking.
Always have too much emotional turbulence, no one can see. Of the world many things, always can not complain. Peach then brilliant, then they will inevitably withered.
Like the Red Ukiyo are well, like lifetime always delighted in this way, only imagine.
The scenery between heaven and earth, never not only one person whom can not stay long.
A quiet figure, often reduced to the background of some pages, making all kinds of beautiful flowers. Some emotional words, but no lack of sober and rational.
First let me think, however, are Chen Youliang. Heavenly Sword in some cunning that has seemingly honest man.
Then turned to think of is the red armbands. She has many names on the knife, and the jasper knife, red armbands knife. Martial arts, the Swordsman most generous knight is elegant.
Knife without understanding it?
The woman, in the top of Emei, practice hard every night and do not understand hate evil sword knife.
To speak, a mind suddenly hurt.
How the experience to not only understand hate evil.
Originally thought, would have been secretly spy on the text tool does not understand.
But had not imagined, in the slight breeze of the night, she said, the day before yesterday I read a long time to Bo.
Yi Zheng, watching time of opening written text is also the day before yesterday.
She said the collection of a few of my pictures, I do not know is appropriate. I can not help but smile, and I kept her private pictures in the computer.
So wonderful. Inadvertently, we did the same thing.
May has been a part of it, sometimes hot, sometimes cool.
Not all black sky, they see a crescent moon hanging in the sky. It is mango season maturity, in the way street on both sides and the district of, to see the branches of green mango, picked up some time, turn yellow after a very sweet taste.
Passed Ficus virens, the smell sense of the familiar aroma, always make me extremely heart-hi.
Written long ago, for the most sentimental place, always wanted to live a life where life is a man sleep beside. The stable and secure life, sometimes it's not easy.
Who would never stay with another person next to it, this world is always nothing to long days and long.
Something about the future, there is always too unpredictable.
Walking along the street, suddenly see a banner poster that read: Loneliness is the most prosperous.
Meditation for a long time, perhaps.
Human predecessors, the two always look like. Laughter may not be true happiness, sadness may not be that heart-breaking.
Always have too much emotional turbulence, no one can see. Of the world many things, always can not complain. Peach then brilliant, then they will inevitably withered.
Like the Red Ukiyo are well, like lifetime always delighted in this way, only imagine.
The scenery between heaven and earth, never not only one person whom can not stay long.
Not miss that time
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The afternoon, downstairs, the total stood broadcasting schools in different songs. Sometimes listening to teach anyone to perish, and sometimes listen to the silence. Sometimes flustered.
Sound of those noisy school, gymnastics and sound, the ceremony of the national anthem, everything will not stop people miss.
Often feels that his own heart young and old.
Sometimes feel that the reason there are so many twists and turns of thought, because of the young. But often, not any of the little time to do anything selfless courage, in turn feel old.
Have seen a case, copy the notes on the players:
17-year-old woman, what is completely and peel even if at a later date a living, but also no regrets.
20-year-old woman, is that some invulnerability, your heart is already crusts, seam shell.
30-year-old woman, not even the sewing up.
Blink of an eye, from the young to accept things, to the time of invulnerability. Often, I will burst trance, fast does not remember her age.
When 16-year-old, has felt the age of twenty began for me is old.
2 years of age, that 25-year-old would be the best age.
2
At the end of time, moved from place to another place.
Since then no longer western exposure, but also to hear the afternoon and see the school's broadcast of the kapok tree outside the window.
Balcony and saw the district of palm trees, long a four-story building that high. On Taobao bought a bunch of home and kitchen appliances, all kinds of strange stuff, bell read, how much say so, you are terrible.
This is my seventh city in the Z move.
For the first time, just a few simple body clothing, child home directly from the United Kingdom in the past.
Second, more a quilt, and two bags of clothes, is and Angel together.
The third time, and there are a few packages baggage, and it is with the clouds.
Fourth, is july and just to help me move, and one drag a box.
Fifth, is a person, moved to a single apartment Osmanthus road. Long, narrow kitchen, windows wide. Typhoon days, if not secured the window, the wind will be blowing blinded, when it rains, will be floated on the bed.
Sixth, from a single apartment to move to another single apartment, to see the evening's sunset, spring, kapok, summer blue sky, autumn is still green kapok, the winter long years of blooming Bougainvillea.
Today is the seventh time, the house was not large but a small balcony. I bought the tie-dyed blue cloth of Phoenix shop in the TV cabinet and coffee table, sofa and pillow is new, is a warm color. Taobao to buy wood from the closet and shelves, refrigerators and washing machines, is also a newly purchased.
Gradually with the feeling of stability, although the debris piling up the living room right now so I can not put away with the feeling.
3
Always loved gardening Road and King Hill Road, side view.
Countless green trees, clean streets and the crowd sparse. Sometimes just opened a tree pink flowers. More points of view, however unusual, but people feel better.
A road, towering pine and cypress, sidelong down to, and covered the entire piece cool. In some areas, yellow leaves floating down a lot, can be looked up, the trees are still green.
Warm summer sun and then, only shallow gap in the shade of the trees to shed, more time is endless endless wind, can feel at ease, slowly walking forward.
Sitting in the car, 21 road are often empty. Window seat, listening to the phone's mp3, look out of window. Mind is the burst of a burst of cruise.
May last, when showers. By now, not feel too hot this summer.
Just hope this weather, to longer, then longer.
4
I never see this time.
Sometimes feel that the vast earth, too much can be read to the person, sometimes feel the huge world, it became a matter of reading can be like.
Expression of each hair with a smile, then always being sad.
Writing is also a fall, who said so.
I said, writing is a kind of salvation, may in the end, who can redemption who, just a moment to relieve it.
Time jogging, the pain will be passing too slowly. Time in flight, have opened their hearts chosen not used.
Painful to the limit, if unconsciously calm, and only an instant.
Night, repeatedly listening StephyTang singing.
There will be no lamenting that micro-War time.
The afternoon, downstairs, the total stood broadcasting schools in different songs. Sometimes listening to teach anyone to perish, and sometimes listen to the silence. Sometimes flustered.
Sound of those noisy school, gymnastics and sound, the ceremony of the national anthem, everything will not stop people miss.
Often feels that his own heart young and old.
Sometimes feel that the reason there are so many twists and turns of thought, because of the young. But often, not any of the little time to do anything selfless courage, in turn feel old.
Have seen a case, copy the notes on the players:
17-year-old woman, what is completely and peel even if at a later date a living, but also no regrets.
20-year-old woman, is that some invulnerability, your heart is already crusts, seam shell.
30-year-old woman, not even the sewing up.
Blink of an eye, from the young to accept things, to the time of invulnerability. Often, I will burst trance, fast does not remember her age.
When 16-year-old, has felt the age of twenty began for me is old.
2 years of age, that 25-year-old would be the best age.
2
At the end of time, moved from place to another place.
Since then no longer western exposure, but also to hear the afternoon and see the school's broadcast of the kapok tree outside the window.
Balcony and saw the district of palm trees, long a four-story building that high. On Taobao bought a bunch of home and kitchen appliances, all kinds of strange stuff, bell read, how much say so, you are terrible.
This is my seventh city in the Z move.
For the first time, just a few simple body clothing, child home directly from the United Kingdom in the past.
Second, more a quilt, and two bags of clothes, is and Angel together.
The third time, and there are a few packages baggage, and it is with the clouds.
Fourth, is july and just to help me move, and one drag a box.
Fifth, is a person, moved to a single apartment Osmanthus road. Long, narrow kitchen, windows wide. Typhoon days, if not secured the window, the wind will be blowing blinded, when it rains, will be floated on the bed.
Sixth, from a single apartment to move to another single apartment, to see the evening's sunset, spring, kapok, summer blue sky, autumn is still green kapok, the winter long years of blooming Bougainvillea.
Today is the seventh time, the house was not large but a small balcony. I bought the tie-dyed blue cloth of Phoenix shop in the TV cabinet and coffee table, sofa and pillow is new, is a warm color. Taobao to buy wood from the closet and shelves, refrigerators and washing machines, is also a newly purchased.
Gradually with the feeling of stability, although the debris piling up the living room right now so I can not put away with the feeling.
3
Always loved gardening Road and King Hill Road, side view.
Countless green trees, clean streets and the crowd sparse. Sometimes just opened a tree pink flowers. More points of view, however unusual, but people feel better.
A road, towering pine and cypress, sidelong down to, and covered the entire piece cool. In some areas, yellow leaves floating down a lot, can be looked up, the trees are still green.
Warm summer sun and then, only shallow gap in the shade of the trees to shed, more time is endless endless wind, can feel at ease, slowly walking forward.
Sitting in the car, 21 road are often empty. Window seat, listening to the phone's mp3, look out of window. Mind is the burst of a burst of cruise.
May last, when showers. By now, not feel too hot this summer.
Just hope this weather, to longer, then longer.
4
I never see this time.
Sometimes feel that the vast earth, too much can be read to the person, sometimes feel the huge world, it became a matter of reading can be like.
Expression of each hair with a smile, then always being sad.
Writing is also a fall, who said so.
I said, writing is a kind of salvation, may in the end, who can redemption who, just a moment to relieve it.
Time jogging, the pain will be passing too slowly. Time in flight, have opened their hearts chosen not used.
Painful to the limit, if unconsciously calm, and only an instant.
Night, repeatedly listening StephyTang singing.
There will be no lamenting that micro-War time.
People just throw streamer
◇
Wednesday morning I wake up, hear the rain outside, a lot.
Jumped up, and the clothes and shoe boxes on the balcony gave a good income.
Periods of heavy rain, dense rain curtain not see the shadow. When we go out wearing a black knit jacket, specially the largest umbrella propped up the road too much water, hardly over the instep, with original dry moat, also rose water, water potential Chuanji.
Finally, it went to bus station. Most people in the car is standing, and many seats have been the rain to get wet.
Always felt, when outside of heavy rain, hiding inside a room corner reading, or listening to the rain, is an incomparable blessing. Not included in such a big rain hesitant ahead.
One morning, feeling extremely low humidity. Or would be so easy, the weather changed by the outside world.
Sit down dinner at noon and yugao, 20 before the third floor windows, is the vast sea, wild raccoon Island and Shijingshan. Zhaxianzhixia, or surprised, has always been along the road, take a long time to get to the place, and now stand one can glance. They had to suffer in such a close, but every time I go so long.
5:00 long rain has stopped, after heavy rain washed clean, the road is particularly. Highway has cut off the branch garden workers, stained water, the smell was very fresh.
Still cold, rainy day, but not as heavy rain thunder, people think it goes scared to walk.
◇
Friday, sunny day.
July came Cengfan, made her favorite dishes, mostly prime, fried beans, spring onion potato silk, fermented bean curd water spinach, green pepper pork, eggs, meat gourd soup.
We confinement instead, she drank beer, I drink cool grain, grape, meal Kegua Zi, chatting, listening to TV.
Xu Jiumei this time.
Though still a few years ago, busy in the kitchen together, and then close all doors and windows, open air, sitting on the floor drinking.
That kind of situation, even if separated later time, also always remember.
◇
It has been almost the summer solstice.
Still asleep, bed sheets, covered with blankets, mosquito coils at night lit, open fan.
The new room bed is very hard to sleep two or three weeks down, they do get used to. Just stand up when the spine raw so slightly. Summer time off than a little thinner in winter, the bath and saw the mirror in the ribs distinct, it is a surprise.
Like the body and legs close to the wall. Reheat, the wall is Qin Liang's.
Always dream repeated many dreams, are the same scenery. Lijiang Jade Dragon Snow Mountain, often dreams more than once, there Xishuangbanna.
Contrary the recent memory of the Phoenix, but one does not dream.
Last year in June, is a small inn balcony, looking at the foot of the Tuojiang clear water, listening to Jiang Qing Liang beautiful center coming folk songs.
Refrigerator, actually left a bag Jiang Tang brought back from Phoenix. The taste was very much like that, but reluctant to try to come back. Some of the mood, once no longer miss.
◇
Distracted Association. There are too many people in life always matter of regret and emotion.
Because the rapid flow of time, because the Love gone.
Building where the air-conditioning, often made me feel cold. Every time out from the office, there is kind of the feeling of escape.
The road is still towering pine and cypress. Green street, with small yellow flowers in full bloom.
Crossfall shadows of the trees, the wind was blowing, but soon the proximal sun, high temperature and steep a two, Dunjue hot.
Open air feel cold at night, not open to speak, shortness of breath, tossing to and fro.
I still remember the World Cup that year, only that their lively, echoing the saw several balls, then hid the room to write, drink cold water, up all night.
Flash is four years, and then the World Cup four years ago, is when? Fashion do not understand that football is only a favorite for boys, specially to the attention of the next Soccer Team.
Now four years and four years, enough to make many things beyond recognition. That the good old days remaining warmth, there are still 12 left on the corner of my heart. Only this time also too desolate, often almost forgotten, have had this kind of joy.
Streamer just one throw.
Many of the people and things, gradually indifferent. Inseparable from the original, to the strangers now, think of it, or think it is kind of hurt.
Just life, who never who will not live up to.
Wednesday morning I wake up, hear the rain outside, a lot.
Jumped up, and the clothes and shoe boxes on the balcony gave a good income.
Periods of heavy rain, dense rain curtain not see the shadow. When we go out wearing a black knit jacket, specially the largest umbrella propped up the road too much water, hardly over the instep, with original dry moat, also rose water, water potential Chuanji.
Finally, it went to bus station. Most people in the car is standing, and many seats have been the rain to get wet.
Always felt, when outside of heavy rain, hiding inside a room corner reading, or listening to the rain, is an incomparable blessing. Not included in such a big rain hesitant ahead.
One morning, feeling extremely low humidity. Or would be so easy, the weather changed by the outside world.
Sit down dinner at noon and yugao, 20 before the third floor windows, is the vast sea, wild raccoon Island and Shijingshan. Zhaxianzhixia, or surprised, has always been along the road, take a long time to get to the place, and now stand one can glance. They had to suffer in such a close, but every time I go so long.
5:00 long rain has stopped, after heavy rain washed clean, the road is particularly. Highway has cut off the branch garden workers, stained water, the smell was very fresh.
Still cold, rainy day, but not as heavy rain thunder, people think it goes scared to walk.
◇
Friday, sunny day.
July came Cengfan, made her favorite dishes, mostly prime, fried beans, spring onion potato silk, fermented bean curd water spinach, green pepper pork, eggs, meat gourd soup.
We confinement instead, she drank beer, I drink cool grain, grape, meal Kegua Zi, chatting, listening to TV.
Xu Jiumei this time.
Though still a few years ago, busy in the kitchen together, and then close all doors and windows, open air, sitting on the floor drinking.
That kind of situation, even if separated later time, also always remember.
◇
It has been almost the summer solstice.
Still asleep, bed sheets, covered with blankets, mosquito coils at night lit, open fan.
The new room bed is very hard to sleep two or three weeks down, they do get used to. Just stand up when the spine raw so slightly. Summer time off than a little thinner in winter, the bath and saw the mirror in the ribs distinct, it is a surprise.
Like the body and legs close to the wall. Reheat, the wall is Qin Liang's.
Always dream repeated many dreams, are the same scenery. Lijiang Jade Dragon Snow Mountain, often dreams more than once, there Xishuangbanna.
Contrary the recent memory of the Phoenix, but one does not dream.
Last year in June, is a small inn balcony, looking at the foot of the Tuojiang clear water, listening to Jiang Qing Liang beautiful center coming folk songs.
Refrigerator, actually left a bag Jiang Tang brought back from Phoenix. The taste was very much like that, but reluctant to try to come back. Some of the mood, once no longer miss.
◇
Distracted Association. There are too many people in life always matter of regret and emotion.
Because the rapid flow of time, because the Love gone.
Building where the air-conditioning, often made me feel cold. Every time out from the office, there is kind of the feeling of escape.
The road is still towering pine and cypress. Green street, with small yellow flowers in full bloom.
Crossfall shadows of the trees, the wind was blowing, but soon the proximal sun, high temperature and steep a two, Dunjue hot.
Open air feel cold at night, not open to speak, shortness of breath, tossing to and fro.
I still remember the World Cup that year, only that their lively, echoing the saw several balls, then hid the room to write, drink cold water, up all night.
Flash is four years, and then the World Cup four years ago, is when? Fashion do not understand that football is only a favorite for boys, specially to the attention of the next Soccer Team.
Now four years and four years, enough to make many things beyond recognition. That the good old days remaining warmth, there are still 12 left on the corner of my heart. Only this time also too desolate, often almost forgotten, have had this kind of joy.
Streamer just one throw.
Many of the people and things, gradually indifferent. Inseparable from the original, to the strangers now, think of it, or think it is kind of hurt.
Just life, who never who will not live up to.
What you want?
One afternoon, and the advantages of chat, if you're bad.
The first program so long ago, every weekend, just aim the eyes, only a truly complete set of reading.
After the very mixed feelings in the micro-Bo Li said, the original high-quality good men to go on the program, and no wonder life faceless.
And he was talking about, that mature wealthy man, 30-year-old, a director of foreign banks, the appearance is very good shape, although tempered somewhat boring, but also decent conversation. He chose the 11th of the two-year-old model, the results of course failed, and she thought he inappropriate.
I looked at the side of teeth, as yugao say is so, I wish this was their own play. However, I am 20 years old thinking about is not like so old. Now a few years longer, but feel that it's good for some age.
Advantage that the five high-quality men are depressed and leave these women really do not know that they want?
One student, in school and began dating a boy, first saw the fall of 2003 when they just get married, boys may seem reticent, may be less familiar with the reason, but girls are very outgoing and lively. How contact was not, also was removed during the parallels in the nature that they do.
Still later, is to the girls room, saw her wedding photo, standing next to a man, as if the year is that boy. It is amazing, also felt happy for her.
Too many lives need to thoroughly transform this good news, people think there are still bright.
Occasionally through the space to understand her current situation, she married, had children. Sometimes I sigh, then flying the girls that seem arbitrary, one by one I had first married, and have actually looked a wife, mother of the life I lived so far without result.
Once again into her room, is a title, her husband derailment, three days from the suspect to confirm heartbreaking experience. Throughout the reading, when the confirmation is not reproduced, but her personal experience, the moment speechless - eight years of emotional, but later end like this.
Sorrow I, but is she that she loved him, though he betrayed her, for baby can not break up with him to the group, people feel Irritation for no Ambition.
Other people's rhetoric, comfort, did not solve the problem on her behalf. End of the World see more in the small three, but again and again burst.
How the world in the end? No one can answer them.
As a woman in the end to what was asked, then, a man in the end to what?
Things that have not yet met, always act like an ostrich burying its first. Not everyone will be happy, nor will all so unfortunate. Every time I see those, just deep weakness, for others, also their own.
Have seen some people say, see more, lightning strikes should get married, quickly finding her husband having an affair, and then rapid divorce, and life had on so many, and it is not the courage to watch it all seems like slow motion replay, clearly wanted to leave but suffer.
A friend is a pessimist.
She said every day, very happy, because she wanted to be all things have very serious consequences, so no opportunity to hurt and disappointed.
Hypnosis as their subconscious, and then nothing can be worse. When things really happen, as expected, can still console themselves a pass - see, I knew would be the case.
Is not thought that to admire men that is how. Also use pen and paper to write an article. Can write more, later met, not necessarily meet all of your wishes that.
Most people are so life is not fiction after all, is not perfect, there is no hundred percent.
So he had to will, will the secular vision, will the habit.
Sometimes feel that there's nothing wrong past life, sometimes too much now will feel unbearable.
Reflect on the past life is a compromise, continuing with his compromise, compromise to others. Until no escape route, breaks the last resort.
Who can use it in exchange for the feelings of perseverance / who with charity to secure the win badly / I know some people love me far away / also know a man not to be the best, but ... ...
What I want, I do not want to say never.
Just want to listen to songs.
The first program so long ago, every weekend, just aim the eyes, only a truly complete set of reading.
After the very mixed feelings in the micro-Bo Li said, the original high-quality good men to go on the program, and no wonder life faceless.
And he was talking about, that mature wealthy man, 30-year-old, a director of foreign banks, the appearance is very good shape, although tempered somewhat boring, but also decent conversation. He chose the 11th of the two-year-old model, the results of course failed, and she thought he inappropriate.
I looked at the side of teeth, as yugao say is so, I wish this was their own play. However, I am 20 years old thinking about is not like so old. Now a few years longer, but feel that it's good for some age.
Advantage that the five high-quality men are depressed and leave these women really do not know that they want?
One student, in school and began dating a boy, first saw the fall of 2003 when they just get married, boys may seem reticent, may be less familiar with the reason, but girls are very outgoing and lively. How contact was not, also was removed during the parallels in the nature that they do.
Still later, is to the girls room, saw her wedding photo, standing next to a man, as if the year is that boy. It is amazing, also felt happy for her.
Too many lives need to thoroughly transform this good news, people think there are still bright.
Occasionally through the space to understand her current situation, she married, had children. Sometimes I sigh, then flying the girls that seem arbitrary, one by one I had first married, and have actually looked a wife, mother of the life I lived so far without result.
Once again into her room, is a title, her husband derailment, three days from the suspect to confirm heartbreaking experience. Throughout the reading, when the confirmation is not reproduced, but her personal experience, the moment speechless - eight years of emotional, but later end like this.
Sorrow I, but is she that she loved him, though he betrayed her, for baby can not break up with him to the group, people feel Irritation for no Ambition.
Other people's rhetoric, comfort, did not solve the problem on her behalf. End of the World see more in the small three, but again and again burst.
How the world in the end? No one can answer them.
As a woman in the end to what was asked, then, a man in the end to what?
Things that have not yet met, always act like an ostrich burying its first. Not everyone will be happy, nor will all so unfortunate. Every time I see those, just deep weakness, for others, also their own.
Have seen some people say, see more, lightning strikes should get married, quickly finding her husband having an affair, and then rapid divorce, and life had on so many, and it is not the courage to watch it all seems like slow motion replay, clearly wanted to leave but suffer.
A friend is a pessimist.
She said every day, very happy, because she wanted to be all things have very serious consequences, so no opportunity to hurt and disappointed.
Hypnosis as their subconscious, and then nothing can be worse. When things really happen, as expected, can still console themselves a pass - see, I knew would be the case.
Is not thought that to admire men that is how. Also use pen and paper to write an article. Can write more, later met, not necessarily meet all of your wishes that.
Most people are so life is not fiction after all, is not perfect, there is no hundred percent.
So he had to will, will the secular vision, will the habit.
Sometimes feel that there's nothing wrong past life, sometimes too much now will feel unbearable.
Reflect on the past life is a compromise, continuing with his compromise, compromise to others. Until no escape route, breaks the last resort.
Who can use it in exchange for the feelings of perseverance / who with charity to secure the win badly / I know some people love me far away / also know a man not to be the best, but ... ...
What I want, I do not want to say never.
Just want to listen to songs.
Years to go to the South
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Recent always sleep at night, sleepless nights. Sleep after that dream again, no peace.
The next summer, continuous rain for several days, cleared up is the blue sky, spreading the joy is not absolute. Walking along the street, with occasional heat waves hit, more time is the sea breeze blowing, walking in the shade, it is cool.
Other vehicles, as usual, is using a mobile phone slapped the light of day and kapok, the backlight is not always along the same light blue.
Fat blue who would like to say, the brightest time when the original is not clear.
I do not know how that sentence would keep in mind.
And bell shopping in Pandora He Naicha, then take the human tricycles to her house.
Time as Manyou You have a moment think trance is in Chengdu, is draped like a tricycle Chuanjiezouxiang.
21 floor. Body at high altitude, the wind more and more large.
We talked of life of some gossip or trivial, exultant, the see is smiling faces. I helped her make up bag strap, very quiet moment, I head down, each stitch of make up, and she occasionally spoke.
4th floor. Sun shines into the bedroom and living room, we sat on the sofa, I cook the mango sago for her to eat, she ate the look of cheer.
So sometimes I feel, at certain times in life have such a friend of Xiang Pei, is more than good.
◇
Often read three-three of space, and some of her classmates and friends to chat.
Miss some of the passing day, some friends of missing each side, some of the beautiful vision of the future, I believe that each life will be with each other.
I had done so too. Since that time, still, and once inseparable friends separated, they fade.
Have a different life, to know different people.
From After graduation, students have not participated in a gathering. Plus several students and alumni group, a couple of years like a day of diving silence. Is not that also can not find the words.
Zhang did have a fresh young face, are now infected with vicissitudes of life, right?
I just miss it enough.
◇
Long hair in the waist, though summer, also used as dressed. Sudden whim, her hair all combed up and tied into a pony tail hair is too straight slide, finally brought to a circle, bar-bun.
Saw herself in the mirror, as if a changed man.
For several years, are in the habit facial features buried under the fringe that it can cover the inside of the face.
Once, the bangs cut to a minimum, less than a few hours it extremely sorry to speak, not cover the eyes of the emotional, easily revealed.
Some people say I admire the perseverance of the text.
Help laughing, never think that it is insisted, but of habit, with written records in a fleeting feeling.
So many years, I gave up a lot, gave up painting, calligraphy to give up the practice, gave up running, give up the flute and guitar.
Perhaps not entirely given up, but did not stick with it.
Today, only text, and they love to see them pouring out of their fingertips Yi Zizi, but also to see their time in the gradually yellowed not see.
Now the years are in the south boundless, the gentle insistence makeup does not change, like North Korea to open the evening off the Althea.
Recent always sleep at night, sleepless nights. Sleep after that dream again, no peace.
The next summer, continuous rain for several days, cleared up is the blue sky, spreading the joy is not absolute. Walking along the street, with occasional heat waves hit, more time is the sea breeze blowing, walking in the shade, it is cool.
Other vehicles, as usual, is using a mobile phone slapped the light of day and kapok, the backlight is not always along the same light blue.
Fat blue who would like to say, the brightest time when the original is not clear.
I do not know how that sentence would keep in mind.
And bell shopping in Pandora He Naicha, then take the human tricycles to her house.
Time as Manyou You have a moment think trance is in Chengdu, is draped like a tricycle Chuanjiezouxiang.
21 floor. Body at high altitude, the wind more and more large.
We talked of life of some gossip or trivial, exultant, the see is smiling faces. I helped her make up bag strap, very quiet moment, I head down, each stitch of make up, and she occasionally spoke.
4th floor. Sun shines into the bedroom and living room, we sat on the sofa, I cook the mango sago for her to eat, she ate the look of cheer.
So sometimes I feel, at certain times in life have such a friend of Xiang Pei, is more than good.
◇
Often read three-three of space, and some of her classmates and friends to chat.
Miss some of the passing day, some friends of missing each side, some of the beautiful vision of the future, I believe that each life will be with each other.
I had done so too. Since that time, still, and once inseparable friends separated, they fade.
Have a different life, to know different people.
From After graduation, students have not participated in a gathering. Plus several students and alumni group, a couple of years like a day of diving silence. Is not that also can not find the words.
Zhang did have a fresh young face, are now infected with vicissitudes of life, right?
I just miss it enough.
◇
Long hair in the waist, though summer, also used as dressed. Sudden whim, her hair all combed up and tied into a pony tail hair is too straight slide, finally brought to a circle, bar-bun.
Saw herself in the mirror, as if a changed man.
For several years, are in the habit facial features buried under the fringe that it can cover the inside of the face.
Once, the bangs cut to a minimum, less than a few hours it extremely sorry to speak, not cover the eyes of the emotional, easily revealed.
Some people say I admire the perseverance of the text.
Help laughing, never think that it is insisted, but of habit, with written records in a fleeting feeling.
So many years, I gave up a lot, gave up painting, calligraphy to give up the practice, gave up running, give up the flute and guitar.
Perhaps not entirely given up, but did not stick with it.
Today, only text, and they love to see them pouring out of their fingertips Yi Zizi, but also to see their time in the gradually yellowed not see.
Now the years are in the south boundless, the gentle insistence makeup does not change, like North Korea to open the evening off the Althea.
Like you never understand
Like the World Cup four years ago as free in their own thoughts, by listening to the explanations and the Sports Channel hosts occasional screams of joy.
Tammy called to say the bar watching.
However, Wan refuses, do not want to go out launching a campaign - shampoo, shower, Huanyi. Will be wearing clothes at home, in a room online, watch posts, songs, and people to talk to.
July has been hot. Most of the time is daylight Allure.
Walking in the shade Avenue, both sides of the tree to see Kingston as cover, rain falling down due to time and yellow leaves, burst of emotion.
When the sky the brightest, the most clear of all time, but found not see the eyes also.
The scorching summer and thought it would be Misty Chui Yu, but only the original will have the fall leaves.
As things, the total non-absolute.
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Suddenly wanted to go to two places.
One is the Gulangyu. Shaka and the rustle of the photos looked after, always wanted to go alone to see the old house where the age-old, quiet way to go as deep.
And desert chat, he is Gulangyu. Then a look of envy, anxious to replace him, and stayed in his mouth boring place.
Another Lhasa.
Wake up one day and saw the phone to display the weather is 16 degrees, a look at the first night I discovered is seen in Lhasa. Phone weather software, the set of four cities in the weather, one of Lhasa, one of Chengdu, another one is home, and z the city. The three cities, have my deepest love in this world of three women, each time they want, and to see them there, the weather, and z is the same city.
Suddenly began to not sleep at night.
Lying in bed, in the cool air conditioning inside, wrapped in blankets soon fell asleep.
Although there is still a dream, but no longer toss and turn.
◇
The beginning of July, some feelings are still repeated. Met a man in buttoning a shirt on, he asked me, but so and so. I said, ah. He asked who I was, I said so and so. He said that I forgot. I said, ah. If it is only natural, although I remember his name, but his appearance was almost forgotten, only remember vaguely is thin and delicate and pretty boys. He said, remember your name, remember you called me brother.
Suddenly a smile, do you remember?
Chat a few words, some people passing from life, even forgotten or remembered, are unwilling to bank and a half hours a mood.
Only remember the high school, had called him brother, I remember that he and his crush on the boys are best friends, then inexplicably did not contact, I heard he was jailed for wounding, also heard that he was released, again I heard he had married.
Listen to those things, just like watching other people's stories, but just sigh.
◇
Ah Meng is and chat.
He said that just attending the wedding, I feel people are gradually understanding the married.
I said, feeling people who know are married divorced.
In this era, occasionally believe some good things, and occasionally a cold look, seen through the see through, and mouth also spoke crown cosmetic case, not only comfort themselves, or comfort someone else.
In fact, bones are not reliable.
Facial features do not believe the world would be a man Yingying, love me like life.
Some people do not believe in my collection, properly placed, carefully preserved. Free I was afraid, lest I suffer, to avoid the night are free I no branches 可依.
Even so one person does not believe there will be the last to everlasting happiness.
While I believe people than those who do not believe more than happy. But like so much to keep a sober, take it lightly aside.
That kind of mood, I only wish you never understand.
Tammy called to say the bar watching.
However, Wan refuses, do not want to go out launching a campaign - shampoo, shower, Huanyi. Will be wearing clothes at home, in a room online, watch posts, songs, and people to talk to.
July has been hot. Most of the time is daylight Allure.
Walking in the shade Avenue, both sides of the tree to see Kingston as cover, rain falling down due to time and yellow leaves, burst of emotion.
When the sky the brightest, the most clear of all time, but found not see the eyes also.
The scorching summer and thought it would be Misty Chui Yu, but only the original will have the fall leaves.
As things, the total non-absolute.
◇
Suddenly wanted to go to two places.
One is the Gulangyu. Shaka and the rustle of the photos looked after, always wanted to go alone to see the old house where the age-old, quiet way to go as deep.
And desert chat, he is Gulangyu. Then a look of envy, anxious to replace him, and stayed in his mouth boring place.
Another Lhasa.
Wake up one day and saw the phone to display the weather is 16 degrees, a look at the first night I discovered is seen in Lhasa. Phone weather software, the set of four cities in the weather, one of Lhasa, one of Chengdu, another one is home, and z the city. The three cities, have my deepest love in this world of three women, each time they want, and to see them there, the weather, and z is the same city.
Suddenly began to not sleep at night.
Lying in bed, in the cool air conditioning inside, wrapped in blankets soon fell asleep.
Although there is still a dream, but no longer toss and turn.
◇
The beginning of July, some feelings are still repeated. Met a man in buttoning a shirt on, he asked me, but so and so. I said, ah. He asked who I was, I said so and so. He said that I forgot. I said, ah. If it is only natural, although I remember his name, but his appearance was almost forgotten, only remember vaguely is thin and delicate and pretty boys. He said, remember your name, remember you called me brother.
Suddenly a smile, do you remember?
Chat a few words, some people passing from life, even forgotten or remembered, are unwilling to bank and a half hours a mood.
Only remember the high school, had called him brother, I remember that he and his crush on the boys are best friends, then inexplicably did not contact, I heard he was jailed for wounding, also heard that he was released, again I heard he had married.
Listen to those things, just like watching other people's stories, but just sigh.
◇
Ah Meng is and chat.
He said that just attending the wedding, I feel people are gradually understanding the married.
I said, feeling people who know are married divorced.
In this era, occasionally believe some good things, and occasionally a cold look, seen through the see through, and mouth also spoke crown cosmetic case, not only comfort themselves, or comfort someone else.
In fact, bones are not reliable.
Facial features do not believe the world would be a man Yingying, love me like life.
Some people do not believe in my collection, properly placed, carefully preserved. Free I was afraid, lest I suffer, to avoid the night are free I no branches 可依.
Even so one person does not believe there will be the last to everlasting happiness.
While I believe people than those who do not believe more than happy. But like so much to keep a sober, take it lightly aside.
That kind of mood, I only wish you never understand.
Those who like to miss
July 7, wind.
Clearance from the green branches to see the blue to the limit day and the soft white clouds, pink crape myrtle flowers and yellow non-core spend, there are purple Bauhinia, walking in the mottled shade of the trees, feel the city moat The wind in the body, even if temperatures are a bit high, but also think it is tolerable.
Making the sky is still repeated.
I say hate crowded places, so it likes to shoot the sky. The sky is so beautiful, like a remote control cut off from all the hustle and bustle world impetuous.
Is to continue to buy mango sago and they do like the book will always look like the songs have been heard, like something has been eating.
More like a person who, ah, like, spare no pains, what would have just told him all. Middle of the night can not bear to sleep, only to hear his voice. He always laughed, what to stay until tomorrow or the next, not better?
But he did not know, today's mood is the mood today, after tomorrow, it is no longer a feeling of yesterday.
Like hours, I enjoy watching TV, it is like to learn my mother knitting a sweater, she always said, when grown up plenty of time to see, big and then learn how to knit.
Grew older, a child does not read like to watch the TV series, also made no can not wait to learn to knit felt.
Those matters, the feelings are unique to a certain age, once time in the past, but in the long history of the years I called nap, wake up and disappeared.
Butterfly fly, but the sea had written, because the sea has no other end to wait.
Affi later heard singing, butterflies fly, but the sea, who bear no blame.
Same sentence, happiness and despair, always positive and negative interdependence.
Now I am in the blue gray of the End of the World, the anger but not the clothes horse containing fresh flower of the young wine.
South Shijue summer long, and now the height of summer, not knowing the date to autumn. Look of old paper, look for autumn and winter atmosphere. If Liuguangfeiwu, such as the autumn of the good, if you will still be present.
Just like that between the lines, even if another cold, half the city is a warm sun. Want to come because of too cold can not write, write, also just remember that when the warmth.
So much has now missed 11.
Many people say that the good is used to waste, waste may also be a Shing Chuen. So those who have, only for those who missed the more valuable.
Because not go back. As the most beautiful scenery, the total has not yet set foot in the place.
Now, what can be luxury.
Clearance from the green branches to see the blue to the limit day and the soft white clouds, pink crape myrtle flowers and yellow non-core spend, there are purple Bauhinia, walking in the mottled shade of the trees, feel the city moat The wind in the body, even if temperatures are a bit high, but also think it is tolerable.
Making the sky is still repeated.
I say hate crowded places, so it likes to shoot the sky. The sky is so beautiful, like a remote control cut off from all the hustle and bustle world impetuous.
Is to continue to buy mango sago and they do like the book will always look like the songs have been heard, like something has been eating.
More like a person who, ah, like, spare no pains, what would have just told him all. Middle of the night can not bear to sleep, only to hear his voice. He always laughed, what to stay until tomorrow or the next, not better?
But he did not know, today's mood is the mood today, after tomorrow, it is no longer a feeling of yesterday.
Like hours, I enjoy watching TV, it is like to learn my mother knitting a sweater, she always said, when grown up plenty of time to see, big and then learn how to knit.
Grew older, a child does not read like to watch the TV series, also made no can not wait to learn to knit felt.
Those matters, the feelings are unique to a certain age, once time in the past, but in the long history of the years I called nap, wake up and disappeared.
Butterfly fly, but the sea had written, because the sea has no other end to wait.
Affi later heard singing, butterflies fly, but the sea, who bear no blame.
Same sentence, happiness and despair, always positive and negative interdependence.
Now I am in the blue gray of the End of the World, the anger but not the clothes horse containing fresh flower of the young wine.
South Shijue summer long, and now the height of summer, not knowing the date to autumn. Look of old paper, look for autumn and winter atmosphere. If Liuguangfeiwu, such as the autumn of the good, if you will still be present.
Just like that between the lines, even if another cold, half the city is a warm sun. Want to come because of too cold can not write, write, also just remember that when the warmth.
So much has now missed 11.
Many people say that the good is used to waste, waste may also be a Shing Chuen. So those who have, only for those who missed the more valuable.
Because not go back. As the most beautiful scenery, the total has not yet set foot in the place.
Now, what can be luxury.
Long summer, only made day and night
[一]
A heavy rain began to look forward to the next.
The weather is always show rain tomorrow, tomorrow it could be tomorrow, still daylight Allure.
The sky is endless blue in a white, sometimes immense touch of white in the blue. Plot the workers mowing the lawn, stood on the fourth floor, also heard and saw the fragrance of vegetation coming downstairs.
July the weather is warm, and it is clean. More time felt, after all the sun dried clothes smell.
Wash the pillow at night smelling like the taste, even sleepless nights, is also not very tough.
[二]
I do not know when it began to have the habit of eating breakfast, although it is Gai Budiao that bad. There are obviously some small snacks or biscuits, but also forget to eat until almost expired when the recall. Often hungry to eat the limbs become weak, I felt did not eat more strength.
If my mother knows I do not care that the body wanted to come will feel sad. One day phone, knowing she is now getting old flower eyes and began to look at things clear. Suddenly feel sad, I was better than her vision.
[三]
And people say the forehead wrinkles, always like a child looking up to the eyes, and then pretending to sigh for that Ah have furrowed. When adults are laughing, you What kind of wrinkles that. Then looking forward to growing up, just like that, like wearing glasses on behalf of ruthless culture, there are wrinkles on behalf of growing up. Today I discovered that grew up on behalf of the beginning to get old.
Add a group for many years, wound up in almost all single group, and now a few years, half of married people have.
First to horizon, the age is still the most bright, anxious people met no one asked about his age. Today, there are always joked always 18 years old.
Strange people ah. Hour hope to grow up, hope your still a child.
[四]
One day if the wind changed to be a signature as gentle as a quiet woman of 66.
A Japanese person also asked me may know zero, then that is her signature: Koyanagi, if one day I turned into lace, I first fell in love with you.
I do not know her, in her words, Koyanagi should not be me.
But that case, some people said vaguely. This world, beautiful women than men, owe too much to bear.
[五]
Life is trivial confused.
Many of the ideas or thoughts are only fleeting, too late to catch on disappear. Only know the night is still a dream complex.
I do not know what could have been craving those emotions, in trivial play time not a trace of waves.
This summer long, only the words day and night.
A heavy rain began to look forward to the next.
The weather is always show rain tomorrow, tomorrow it could be tomorrow, still daylight Allure.
The sky is endless blue in a white, sometimes immense touch of white in the blue. Plot the workers mowing the lawn, stood on the fourth floor, also heard and saw the fragrance of vegetation coming downstairs.
July the weather is warm, and it is clean. More time felt, after all the sun dried clothes smell.
Wash the pillow at night smelling like the taste, even sleepless nights, is also not very tough.
[二]
I do not know when it began to have the habit of eating breakfast, although it is Gai Budiao that bad. There are obviously some small snacks or biscuits, but also forget to eat until almost expired when the recall. Often hungry to eat the limbs become weak, I felt did not eat more strength.
If my mother knows I do not care that the body wanted to come will feel sad. One day phone, knowing she is now getting old flower eyes and began to look at things clear. Suddenly feel sad, I was better than her vision.
[三]
And people say the forehead wrinkles, always like a child looking up to the eyes, and then pretending to sigh for that Ah have furrowed. When adults are laughing, you What kind of wrinkles that. Then looking forward to growing up, just like that, like wearing glasses on behalf of ruthless culture, there are wrinkles on behalf of growing up. Today I discovered that grew up on behalf of the beginning to get old.
Add a group for many years, wound up in almost all single group, and now a few years, half of married people have.
First to horizon, the age is still the most bright, anxious people met no one asked about his age. Today, there are always joked always 18 years old.
Strange people ah. Hour hope to grow up, hope your still a child.
[四]
One day if the wind changed to be a signature as gentle as a quiet woman of 66.
A Japanese person also asked me may know zero, then that is her signature: Koyanagi, if one day I turned into lace, I first fell in love with you.
I do not know her, in her words, Koyanagi should not be me.
But that case, some people said vaguely. This world, beautiful women than men, owe too much to bear.
[五]
Life is trivial confused.
Many of the ideas or thoughts are only fleeting, too late to catch on disappear. Only know the night is still a dream complex.
I do not know what could have been craving those emotions, in trivial play time not a trace of waves.
This summer long, only the words day and night.
The sea side of you
July 20.
I finally went to the East Australian island.
Tangled up going to the island for several years which I thought would be and he thought it would be her, and she thought she would be her, then turned and March 3, Niangqin and rain.
Imagine a lot of pictures, such as would be sitting on the beach drinking until dawn, talking his mind, watching the sunrise, ocean breezes.
Was not.
Only the island of sun, the boundless sea breeze, lush green trees, quiet paths, open and bright flowers.
Also on March 3, rain and Niangqin faces.
It is to the extreme of oleander in full bloom.
Outside the port terminal, to the extreme that gorgeous pink people feel happy.
Many petals have fallen on the ground, pink rain.
I finally went to the East Australian island.
Tangled up going to the island for several years which I thought would be and he thought it would be her, and she thought she would be her, then turned and March 3, Niangqin and rain.
Imagine a lot of pictures, such as would be sitting on the beach drinking until dawn, talking his mind, watching the sunrise, ocean breezes.
Was not.
Only the island of sun, the boundless sea breeze, lush green trees, quiet paths, open and bright flowers.
Also on March 3, rain and Niangqin faces.
It is to the extreme of oleander in full bloom.
Outside the port terminal, to the extreme that gorgeous pink people feel happy.
Many petals have fallen on the ground, pink rain.
2010年7月23日星期五
Diary of 40-year-old woman（六）
Holding your hand
2010.2.11 Thursday Cloudy
I used a faint heart, to understand everything around, I am often a detail, a scene that impressed, I have often moved to tears because of a.
Two days at home, watched the Taiwan TV drama "Station Agent", tears once again wet my cheek.
Rich kids fell in love with any light lunch Mei Liang Xi Mu-orange, just after they declare their state of mind, Mu Xi orange light that a brain tumor, only a month. The day before the surgery, both similar to relax.
Sunny, light orange Mu Xi holding hands, walking in the street corner. Love in the life to death before, as never forget the memories.
Mu-Orange, said: "When I was young, Dad and Auntie to just hold hands walking chat, then I thought, what better way to go, good hope that they will go home with me."
Light Xi said: "You now know the answer yet?"
"I see. Just because two people do, some holding, where they can; people responded, that anything can be. Because it is two things, even if re-bored, it became blessed. with you, I would feel so happy, so no matter where they can. "
Love, there really blessed. Two people holding hands, walking aimlessly, without direction, no purpose, but today and every day to go over to the heart.
A young man, love a person is willing to waste time on life and life's. With him as long as everything is good. Cycling, sun, chatting, walking, as long as he accompanied it, I felt happy.
As light Xi said: "If people's memories are only a second limit, I should just stay in this moment."
Instant that is eternal, because for that brief time, the embodiment of one of the most beautiful love, full of rich memories of the most profound. It can not be returned, not copied.
I think if you can re-take the road of life, many people prefer to forget his way home, unwilling to give up that one a bright moment.
"Blossoming love, because the opening to the limit, so that Sam can not see branch branches, while the time, a lot a lot to fall into the ground. After the recall, is the one place the old time. This is the old time, so unforgettable, and perhaps whole life only once, he remembered, she remembered. "
Old time, he holding her hand, she took him by the hand, walking in the eternal memory.
He and she is walking in the days, my boys and girls have been loved.
2010.2.11 Thursday Cloudy
I used a faint heart, to understand everything around, I am often a detail, a scene that impressed, I have often moved to tears because of a.
Two days at home, watched the Taiwan TV drama "Station Agent", tears once again wet my cheek.
Rich kids fell in love with any light lunch Mei Liang Xi Mu-orange, just after they declare their state of mind, Mu Xi orange light that a brain tumor, only a month. The day before the surgery, both similar to relax.
Sunny, light orange Mu Xi holding hands, walking in the street corner. Love in the life to death before, as never forget the memories.
Mu-Orange, said: "When I was young, Dad and Auntie to just hold hands walking chat, then I thought, what better way to go, good hope that they will go home with me."
Light Xi said: "You now know the answer yet?"
"I see. Just because two people do, some holding, where they can; people responded, that anything can be. Because it is two things, even if re-bored, it became blessed. with you, I would feel so happy, so no matter where they can. "
Love, there really blessed. Two people holding hands, walking aimlessly, without direction, no purpose, but today and every day to go over to the heart.
A young man, love a person is willing to waste time on life and life's. With him as long as everything is good. Cycling, sun, chatting, walking, as long as he accompanied it, I felt happy.
As light Xi said: "If people's memories are only a second limit, I should just stay in this moment."
Instant that is eternal, because for that brief time, the embodiment of one of the most beautiful love, full of rich memories of the most profound. It can not be returned, not copied.
I think if you can re-take the road of life, many people prefer to forget his way home, unwilling to give up that one a bright moment.
"Blossoming love, because the opening to the limit, so that Sam can not see branch branches, while the time, a lot a lot to fall into the ground. After the recall, is the one place the old time. This is the old time, so unforgettable, and perhaps whole life only once, he remembered, she remembered. "
Old time, he holding her hand, she took him by the hand, walking in the eternal memory.
He and she is walking in the days, my boys and girls have been loved.
Diary of 40-year-old woman（五）
Night sleep
2010.2.7 Sun Yin
Last night, they have the very wholeness of sleep. Sleep at night, almost became my normal state.
Woke up at four o'clock this morning, confused for a while, five points up reading. I urge the brain clock waking, after the scroll is Gudeng. I immersed the book, forget time.
Still dark night of sleep, surrounded by silent, many people are still doing sweet dreams. I envy people who soundly dreams can take a nap Shuidaotianliang, and I have no such blessings. I often sleep for their own poor and distressed, the day is a trance, limbs foam, lack of energy.
Numerous dark night, I toss and turn, unable to sleep. Each at this time, his thoughts run wild as not to contain the heart of the wilderness, the vertical and horizontal Chi Ben, until, exhausted after me.
Remember, came from the winter, the number of days, I always have a very shallow very shallow sleep. Some rain, wind Xiao, TWO cock, be able to gently wake me from sleep, and then can not sleep long. This time, I more find someone to talk to, and around, my husband's snoring sound, one after another.
I can not wake him.
Into a transparent age, even if full of friends, still full of loneliness; even the closest people around, and sometimes it makes us feel distant soul.
What a lonely heart!
Dark night wakes, the huge night, no one to listen to the call of my soul. Whenever such a moment, I wanted to put into words, the voice of my heart, gently tell the sky and the earth, let them know my bitter and lonely.
The lonely Lanna the night, only my heavy breathing, the ups and downs.
Thought had gone through the road, think of the green time, remember the days of dull, mind helplessness and sigh. Heart, hesitated and looked confused.
Some people say: eat well, wear well and do not tell you to worry about national affairs, how could not sleep? I can not explain. I only know that my heart there is a spirit of grass land, that was my day and night worship of the temple.
I am seeking the truth and purity of life, whether it is close to relatives and friends, or those passing the sage sages, can bring that truth to me moving.
So, I am a very sentimental person. Flower of the fall, a decline of grass will let me reverie of dancing. Life, a very small detail, a scene of parting will I shed a tear.
Fortunately, I chose the text, you can off my chest, gently tell. Thank text, it gives me Feeling export.
There are books, it gave me reason to enrich life. Numerous day and night, I Shoubushijuan, a then one of the reading. Books and time to confront the in and become rich and vivid.
One after another night away again, I still sleep with. I only wish to sleep in in the absence of a clear, lingering in the books, indulge in the text, to look for, my spirit pure land.
2010.2.7 Sun Yin
Last night, they have the very wholeness of sleep. Sleep at night, almost became my normal state.
Woke up at four o'clock this morning, confused for a while, five points up reading. I urge the brain clock waking, after the scroll is Gudeng. I immersed the book, forget time.
Still dark night of sleep, surrounded by silent, many people are still doing sweet dreams. I envy people who soundly dreams can take a nap Shuidaotianliang, and I have no such blessings. I often sleep for their own poor and distressed, the day is a trance, limbs foam, lack of energy.
Numerous dark night, I toss and turn, unable to sleep. Each at this time, his thoughts run wild as not to contain the heart of the wilderness, the vertical and horizontal Chi Ben, until, exhausted after me.
Remember, came from the winter, the number of days, I always have a very shallow very shallow sleep. Some rain, wind Xiao, TWO cock, be able to gently wake me from sleep, and then can not sleep long. This time, I more find someone to talk to, and around, my husband's snoring sound, one after another.
I can not wake him.
Into a transparent age, even if full of friends, still full of loneliness; even the closest people around, and sometimes it makes us feel distant soul.
What a lonely heart!
Dark night wakes, the huge night, no one to listen to the call of my soul. Whenever such a moment, I wanted to put into words, the voice of my heart, gently tell the sky and the earth, let them know my bitter and lonely.
The lonely Lanna the night, only my heavy breathing, the ups and downs.
Thought had gone through the road, think of the green time, remember the days of dull, mind helplessness and sigh. Heart, hesitated and looked confused.
Some people say: eat well, wear well and do not tell you to worry about national affairs, how could not sleep? I can not explain. I only know that my heart there is a spirit of grass land, that was my day and night worship of the temple.
I am seeking the truth and purity of life, whether it is close to relatives and friends, or those passing the sage sages, can bring that truth to me moving.
So, I am a very sentimental person. Flower of the fall, a decline of grass will let me reverie of dancing. Life, a very small detail, a scene of parting will I shed a tear.
Fortunately, I chose the text, you can off my chest, gently tell. Thank text, it gives me Feeling export.
There are books, it gave me reason to enrich life. Numerous day and night, I Shoubushijuan, a then one of the reading. Books and time to confront the in and become rich and vivid.
One after another night away again, I still sleep with. I only wish to sleep in in the absence of a clear, lingering in the books, indulge in the text, to look for, my spirit pure land.
Diary of 40-year-old woman（四）
Children, why did I hit you
2010.2.6 Sat clear
When I sit down to write this article, dizziness Hunchen Chen, between the eyebrows were inextricably knots, heart like a spilled bottle flavors. Because last night I hit a child.
Daughter home last night after going to night classes, I ask you: "Some school's?" "9:35." "Then how do you get home now?" I saw the wall clock is 10:05 . "I was sweeping the floor of the school, or else you ask the head of the letter." You sound great, obviously very offensive to my questioning.
"I still do not quite believe, are generally discredited Section afternoon after school, how today is going to night classes after the scan it?" I question the. "Today is the final exam in special circumstances." You look like an indifference, finished, you go the toilet drain, ready to wash feet.
Look at your attitude, I really do not play an out of gas, but I swallowed it, without a word. Next, is the silence, silence, no one to speak.
You put the water, no washing, has returned to his room. I came to the bedroom, ready to go to bed, that her daughter is askew in his chair, jacket open skirt, holding a book, feet stretched out on the table. Your statue is a protest I have interviewed. Wumingzhihuo up my mind could not help channeling, I went to your side, blunt tone, said: "Look into what you look like? Feet down to!" You move your feet under the table, an idle.
"More and disobedient, and not to say, what a child? How can a child not to give the parents say? Either right or wrong, one that you would not happy!" I rebuke you.
"I do not give you say? You obviously do not trust me? I came home late for a while, you say I can do? You can run with the boys?" You protest.
I said: "I am not afraid of you and the boys have normal contacts; there, you go to the time not come home, my heart tremble lest you trouble."
"If I had to contact, you and the boys are afraid I will not contact it? Us and you were not the same, you see a few students do not encounter these problems." Plausibly you.
"I did not let you and the boys exchange, if you can handle communication problems and boys, can help each other in learning, I encourage you to contact. But some of you made it I doubt." I said, think of Students send your phone to do: "That was mobile phones, Who gave you?"
"You control who sent me?" Like you are justified.
Your words at once infuriated me, and I raised his hand, hit you two ears, angry, said: "I can not control you, who can control you?"
Children, you know? I can not tolerate, it beat you. When I raised my hand when the arm system is the daughter; slap in your body, pain is branded in my heart. Hit you, I will be a few days without the spirit, not the Hong rice to eat, sleep well. You are still young, you do not know how "poor parents," the truth.
Been hit, you aggrieved cry, cry very sad, tick the tears fell on electric heating. Is already more than 23 o'clock, and around the silent, only the sound of your cry, like the ice cold wind and percussion, tingling, my heart.
I said angrily: "Do not cry!" You sobbed: "Why do not I cry? From small to large, you do not make me cry." When I sat down today, meditation, I began to regret: for children , the tears is the best way to let off steam ah, how do I actually forbid you to cry. I'm afraid you cry alerted the neighborhood that my family what had happened.
Afterwards think about how selfish I am a mother!
When you sobbed as I gave you a lot of platitudes about truth, what is your high school years the most important way to study for three years, missed the regret too late, what must not fall in love, what those close to Zhu Red 近墨者黑, and the good boy to contact.
You respond to me: "not doing well, does not mean that nothing good, in fact, students who score well, if someone pulled one, may be able to go up, but they are often discriminated against in others, no longer climb not up. "
"You say makes sense, this competitive era of knowledge society, there is the phenomenon of law of the jungle, more importantly, you have to take heart, to your own ability to prove to everyone to see." Gradually, I talk to you more and more calm.
You keep and I chatted, spoke the truth, it makes me very happy. Since you entered high school, because your score down, and some unusual behavior, I often complain about you, criticize you. We are mothers and daughters, as strangers, under the same roof, in the same table to eat, but said little. Gap more and more.
Primary and junior high school, how obedient you are a child, when you enter the special honors experimental class, when your writing an article published in the newspaper, when your picture posted on the school's exhibition field, my mind is how pride! At that time, teachers like you, classmates envy you, my relatives and colleagues praise you.
But now, you really made me disappointed. Is there a problem with my education, failure is. Children, the problem is more important is out to you. Now you, a little lazy, not enough to concentrate on learning started promiscuous friend. It really makes me worried.
Remember, when you cry and said, "I never had a childhood," this sentence. After listening, I like busy thorn in mind, the pain unbearable. Can lead you to study, make progress, that is deprived of your childhood happy?
Indeed, compared to our generation, your childhood is monotonous. In the building where the day goes back to books, television and partnership, which how much happiness? Unlike us, can the vast world of see asakumo evening paper to see breeze drops of dew, the landscape is heard at midnight, you can not know what's the catch cicadas, stealing watermelons, peaches, but after all, times are different. Compared with rural children, you have more than their material and a better environment, which is not available in rural children.
You know, your country cousin of two of your old clothes to wear, eat you do not want to eat snacks. So, kids, you are superior to the family grew up in the modern princess, to be content. You need to know, is the tireless efforts of parents, only out of the village, entered the city, which is the number of native-born dream of rural baby ah!
Mother admitted that, after you enter high school, the issue of education, I exist irritable, impatient, and you can not communicate the problem. Perhaps I look more to adults to ask you, but you feel ignored. But kids, I want to tell you is that 16 years is the season of life, this time, delicate and fragile flower of youth, fragile, will be wind blown inadvertently, by the early sun evaporated. It is too brilliant, too short, be sure to treasure ah!
This stage is germination of youth is ignorance and age, think they mature, is an adult, with his own opinions and views, but you are so in as simple as a flower does not dye Qian Chen, dripping dew, scattered the incense, but also fragile mind. You know the world is just families, schools and books here, many of the ideas too far away from real life. Therefore, the youth was young, is not taking the wrong path, and once lost valuable time, will regret it for life.
Because the bloom only once lost, will never come again. I do not want, one day, when you climb up the forehead wrinkles, when, with a sigh: "I live up to the youth."
So, kids, mother want you to avoid detours. Love your Zither, the mother would like to hold your hand, carefully walking through youth, the most beautiful and most traveled this time will be wrong. Because, I come one after all. In this the knowledge of the Love Lane, in the flowers and the way paved Kam small campus, I missed a lot of valuable time, when I regret Moji, it was already too late. Now, when I felt a small pain are also avid reader of the time, we are not young, healthy body.
So, I do not want you the mistakes that I, want you to learn more and for the future survival of their own hopes of finding a dependence for the community to make contributions to the application.
Child, you can understand my mother in trying it? Hit you, because love you
2010.2.6 Sat clear
When I sit down to write this article, dizziness Hunchen Chen, between the eyebrows were inextricably knots, heart like a spilled bottle flavors. Because last night I hit a child.
Daughter home last night after going to night classes, I ask you: "Some school's?" "9:35." "Then how do you get home now?" I saw the wall clock is 10:05 . "I was sweeping the floor of the school, or else you ask the head of the letter." You sound great, obviously very offensive to my questioning.
"I still do not quite believe, are generally discredited Section afternoon after school, how today is going to night classes after the scan it?" I question the. "Today is the final exam in special circumstances." You look like an indifference, finished, you go the toilet drain, ready to wash feet.
Look at your attitude, I really do not play an out of gas, but I swallowed it, without a word. Next, is the silence, silence, no one to speak.
You put the water, no washing, has returned to his room. I came to the bedroom, ready to go to bed, that her daughter is askew in his chair, jacket open skirt, holding a book, feet stretched out on the table. Your statue is a protest I have interviewed. Wumingzhihuo up my mind could not help channeling, I went to your side, blunt tone, said: "Look into what you look like? Feet down to!" You move your feet under the table, an idle.
"More and disobedient, and not to say, what a child? How can a child not to give the parents say? Either right or wrong, one that you would not happy!" I rebuke you.
"I do not give you say? You obviously do not trust me? I came home late for a while, you say I can do? You can run with the boys?" You protest.
I said: "I am not afraid of you and the boys have normal contacts; there, you go to the time not come home, my heart tremble lest you trouble."
"If I had to contact, you and the boys are afraid I will not contact it? Us and you were not the same, you see a few students do not encounter these problems." Plausibly you.
"I did not let you and the boys exchange, if you can handle communication problems and boys, can help each other in learning, I encourage you to contact. But some of you made it I doubt." I said, think of Students send your phone to do: "That was mobile phones, Who gave you?"
"You control who sent me?" Like you are justified.
Your words at once infuriated me, and I raised his hand, hit you two ears, angry, said: "I can not control you, who can control you?"
Children, you know? I can not tolerate, it beat you. When I raised my hand when the arm system is the daughter; slap in your body, pain is branded in my heart. Hit you, I will be a few days without the spirit, not the Hong rice to eat, sleep well. You are still young, you do not know how "poor parents," the truth.
Been hit, you aggrieved cry, cry very sad, tick the tears fell on electric heating. Is already more than 23 o'clock, and around the silent, only the sound of your cry, like the ice cold wind and percussion, tingling, my heart.
I said angrily: "Do not cry!" You sobbed: "Why do not I cry? From small to large, you do not make me cry." When I sat down today, meditation, I began to regret: for children , the tears is the best way to let off steam ah, how do I actually forbid you to cry. I'm afraid you cry alerted the neighborhood that my family what had happened.
Afterwards think about how selfish I am a mother!
When you sobbed as I gave you a lot of platitudes about truth, what is your high school years the most important way to study for three years, missed the regret too late, what must not fall in love, what those close to Zhu Red 近墨者黑, and the good boy to contact.
You respond to me: "not doing well, does not mean that nothing good, in fact, students who score well, if someone pulled one, may be able to go up, but they are often discriminated against in others, no longer climb not up. "
"You say makes sense, this competitive era of knowledge society, there is the phenomenon of law of the jungle, more importantly, you have to take heart, to your own ability to prove to everyone to see." Gradually, I talk to you more and more calm.
You keep and I chatted, spoke the truth, it makes me very happy. Since you entered high school, because your score down, and some unusual behavior, I often complain about you, criticize you. We are mothers and daughters, as strangers, under the same roof, in the same table to eat, but said little. Gap more and more.
Primary and junior high school, how obedient you are a child, when you enter the special honors experimental class, when your writing an article published in the newspaper, when your picture posted on the school's exhibition field, my mind is how pride! At that time, teachers like you, classmates envy you, my relatives and colleagues praise you.
But now, you really made me disappointed. Is there a problem with my education, failure is. Children, the problem is more important is out to you. Now you, a little lazy, not enough to concentrate on learning started promiscuous friend. It really makes me worried.
Remember, when you cry and said, "I never had a childhood," this sentence. After listening, I like busy thorn in mind, the pain unbearable. Can lead you to study, make progress, that is deprived of your childhood happy?
Indeed, compared to our generation, your childhood is monotonous. In the building where the day goes back to books, television and partnership, which how much happiness? Unlike us, can the vast world of see asakumo evening paper to see breeze drops of dew, the landscape is heard at midnight, you can not know what's the catch cicadas, stealing watermelons, peaches, but after all, times are different. Compared with rural children, you have more than their material and a better environment, which is not available in rural children.
You know, your country cousin of two of your old clothes to wear, eat you do not want to eat snacks. So, kids, you are superior to the family grew up in the modern princess, to be content. You need to know, is the tireless efforts of parents, only out of the village, entered the city, which is the number of native-born dream of rural baby ah!
Mother admitted that, after you enter high school, the issue of education, I exist irritable, impatient, and you can not communicate the problem. Perhaps I look more to adults to ask you, but you feel ignored. But kids, I want to tell you is that 16 years is the season of life, this time, delicate and fragile flower of youth, fragile, will be wind blown inadvertently, by the early sun evaporated. It is too brilliant, too short, be sure to treasure ah!
This stage is germination of youth is ignorance and age, think they mature, is an adult, with his own opinions and views, but you are so in as simple as a flower does not dye Qian Chen, dripping dew, scattered the incense, but also fragile mind. You know the world is just families, schools and books here, many of the ideas too far away from real life. Therefore, the youth was young, is not taking the wrong path, and once lost valuable time, will regret it for life.
Because the bloom only once lost, will never come again. I do not want, one day, when you climb up the forehead wrinkles, when, with a sigh: "I live up to the youth."
So, kids, mother want you to avoid detours. Love your Zither, the mother would like to hold your hand, carefully walking through youth, the most beautiful and most traveled this time will be wrong. Because, I come one after all. In this the knowledge of the Love Lane, in the flowers and the way paved Kam small campus, I missed a lot of valuable time, when I regret Moji, it was already too late. Now, when I felt a small pain are also avid reader of the time, we are not young, healthy body.
So, I do not want you the mistakes that I, want you to learn more and for the future survival of their own hopes of finding a dependence for the community to make contributions to the application.
Child, you can understand my mother in trying it? Hit you, because love you
Diary of 40-year-old woman（三）
Something brilliant book intoxicated roots
2010.2.5 Fri clear
More and more obsessed with the book. Immersion book, only that the days of static U.S., minute by minute to the heart are good to go.
I like white office at the time I study, work space, the afternoon before going to bed, early morning wake up, all I have read a good time. The dead of night, Gudeng 1, book of my hands, sit on the pillow, feeling the time such as water, in the pages, the quiet flow, the silence. So, come to understand Guiyouguang wonderful reading of the environment: "library full frame, Yan Yang Xiao Song, Ming Ran Wu Zuo, Wan Lai sound." Every weekend, finished home in bed, Flip book pages, I do not know knew it, 35 hours, stroke, Ying Ying a grip, disappeared. I do not know how many times has been seen from the afternoon dusk, Suddenly, out of the window has been dusk.
Study, only the simple static that day, the world consumption of the radiator are all things, this world and I was the only book in the quiet dialogue. Full house, have the text of the fragrance. Really want to book on this holding has been read, read the end of time.
Experience their favorite books, wanted to grow a few pairs of eyes, one breath to read it. But afraid to read, if read, would not without a dame, birth dash of regret. So read this book, is always delighted Unforgettable and reading praise, read emotional Department, Qinglei DC. This book must have struck me or to my nature. The vast ocean of books, on a personal note, these books are small. It is not necessarily famous Masterpiece, may be of unknown junior to make. Encountered this kind of book, as encountered favorite lover, holding it every day, looking at it, read it a thousand times is not tired.
Tao said: "Good reading, careless; for every knowing, they readily forget the food." I read too often such an experience, although not achieve the "forgotten food" state, each read "knowing" Department, wanted to hands and dance, legs unconsciously. Like every old trees bud, the foreign land as the joy of close encounter refresher, and like to hear the early Ming Chu Yan, stone collision crisp voice. Would like to read but not write their own words, full of joy, he kept frightened praise: "how to write so well, how to say I wanted to say all in?" They feel like mouth with a magic pill, the body immediately 30,000 pores are relaxed, Meridian vibrant, refreshing, enlightened.
Thus, the charm of amazing characters, as encounter a Aventure.
"Half an acre of Fang Tang a Kam open daylight clouds were hovering." Open the book of, only shadows of the clouds that were a mirror, empty mountain birds, water flowers, quiet life well. To walk in the Tang Dynasty to Song, Cheng pulls past the wandering, wandering mind in the ancient people today, shortening the time the distance, I like thousand years ago the woman, a touch of spring in Xian Hua, Looking back to see flowers and 1000, the Red Man Juan . Holding the book, such as the new Martin picks new mud-like attachments joy, every word, have a heart to read.
Abdomen with gas from Chinese poetry and literature. Although the roots of getting old, but do indulge in the brilliant book, will Vivid and happy forever.
2010.2.5 Fri clear
More and more obsessed with the book. Immersion book, only that the days of static U.S., minute by minute to the heart are good to go.
I like white office at the time I study, work space, the afternoon before going to bed, early morning wake up, all I have read a good time. The dead of night, Gudeng 1, book of my hands, sit on the pillow, feeling the time such as water, in the pages, the quiet flow, the silence. So, come to understand Guiyouguang wonderful reading of the environment: "library full frame, Yan Yang Xiao Song, Ming Ran Wu Zuo, Wan Lai sound." Every weekend, finished home in bed, Flip book pages, I do not know knew it, 35 hours, stroke, Ying Ying a grip, disappeared. I do not know how many times has been seen from the afternoon dusk, Suddenly, out of the window has been dusk.
Study, only the simple static that day, the world consumption of the radiator are all things, this world and I was the only book in the quiet dialogue. Full house, have the text of the fragrance. Really want to book on this holding has been read, read the end of time.
Experience their favorite books, wanted to grow a few pairs of eyes, one breath to read it. But afraid to read, if read, would not without a dame, birth dash of regret. So read this book, is always delighted Unforgettable and reading praise, read emotional Department, Qinglei DC. This book must have struck me or to my nature. The vast ocean of books, on a personal note, these books are small. It is not necessarily famous Masterpiece, may be of unknown junior to make. Encountered this kind of book, as encountered favorite lover, holding it every day, looking at it, read it a thousand times is not tired.
Tao said: "Good reading, careless; for every knowing, they readily forget the food." I read too often such an experience, although not achieve the "forgotten food" state, each read "knowing" Department, wanted to hands and dance, legs unconsciously. Like every old trees bud, the foreign land as the joy of close encounter refresher, and like to hear the early Ming Chu Yan, stone collision crisp voice. Would like to read but not write their own words, full of joy, he kept frightened praise: "how to write so well, how to say I wanted to say all in?" They feel like mouth with a magic pill, the body immediately 30,000 pores are relaxed, Meridian vibrant, refreshing, enlightened.
Thus, the charm of amazing characters, as encounter a Aventure.
"Half an acre of Fang Tang a Kam open daylight clouds were hovering." Open the book of, only shadows of the clouds that were a mirror, empty mountain birds, water flowers, quiet life well. To walk in the Tang Dynasty to Song, Cheng pulls past the wandering, wandering mind in the ancient people today, shortening the time the distance, I like thousand years ago the woman, a touch of spring in Xian Hua, Looking back to see flowers and 1000, the Red Man Juan . Holding the book, such as the new Martin picks new mud-like attachments joy, every word, have a heart to read.
Abdomen with gas from Chinese poetry and literature. Although the roots of getting old, but do indulge in the brilliant book, will Vivid and happy forever.
Diary of 40-year-old woman（二）
Busy to see the flowers
2010.2.4 Thursday Partly
Every day spent in the busy, working, reading, writing, doing housework and child education, my life is full of arrangements, but still feel nothing.
The rich in the lonely, lonely in the front line in the days lonely and full. But when I really sit down to when and very confused. I believe there will be many women like me feel it. So, I wanted to write to the form of diary, write a 40-year-old woman real life and heart.
Women's hearts are connected. Day bit by bit, the soul light micro-Yang Lan, emotional love-hate sadness, all have real lives and share. Even though separated by thousands of miles, I believe that the gentle click of the mouse, it will instantly empathy.
I passed 40, to sit down and think about my age, heart Huang Huang, and chaos without a sense of proportion, but I do not despair.
When I saw an article in their publication in the press, when I indulge in the book find themselves unable to dance floor hopping when I rotate, I think the days of how full and beautiful. I not only assume a 40-year-old woman should assume the responsibility of moving in the ordinary, but would like to find a poetic condition of high cell life. I would like to live in their own spiritual world, the living out of a bright and true, and I want others to see, is a woman, the vivid, educated, have meaning, there is knowledge.
Therefore, I want people to see my smile, is a pursuit worthy of a woman. "I Clear Murky world, everyone is drunk and I alone am sober." I would not want the meaning of Innocent tried to say was, as I do, love me, love, no regrets.
In this Hunhunee small town, many people wandering the streets, drink in the pub drunk, in the songs in the release, enjoying in the sauna, but I live an alternative life, the day immersed in the book, a look that is the entire morning or afternoon; day sitting in front of a computer window on the busy side, hold film without sleep, the quiet beat of the text. I rarely interacting with others, the book is my best friends and, I would like to live in the world of books, and happy to meet.
Made a lot of articles online, with a few screen names, but I still like the "busy to see the flowers," the name, it is taken from the "quiet windows small mind" in two sentences: "Chongrubujing, see Pretrial spend leisure Open the flowers; fate of intention, with the outer Yunjuanyunshu Man. "It reminds me of Su Shi," will storm "words in a few words:" Zhu Zhang Sheng Mountain shoes light horse, who is afraid of? of Zhu Ren his life. "Zhu Zhang Mountain shoes, against the wind the rain, calm before the trip, windy life, how easy it is bold, broad-minded free and natural? With Chongrubujing, Zhu Zhang Mountain shoes of Zhu's overriding feeling in the face of what hardships life can not comfortably walk?
"Busy watching the flowers," give people a kind of poetic aesthetic conception.
Fatigue while reading or writing, I often go silent terrace, through the window, watching the sky asakumo evening paper to see the setting sun over the sky, watching several flower blooming on the balcony. Blazing a state of mind, let me through time and space, arrived in ancient and modern. This is like when there is a touch of Qing Chou, shrouded heart, there is somewhat melancholy, but also somewhat satisfied.
Only that day is good, water flowers, all in front of rich content.
I also like 4 in May the spring thing, Shaohua Boom. After thinking of brilliant flowers, is nobody's dying; think of cherry blossoms that filled the rain, snow pear, Aegiceras purple, flying in the wind Qingwu. Flourishing after a broken beauty.
A man in the flower, the quietly wait and see, sigh with astrology, wet heart, with tears falling. Which is what a sad aesthetic mood!
Faces of the people do not know where the Green Wave still flowing east. I am no longer young, the the slim and charming woman, only willing to look at the flowers blazing in past lives, the search for the truth and moved me.
2010.2.4 Thursday Partly
Every day spent in the busy, working, reading, writing, doing housework and child education, my life is full of arrangements, but still feel nothing.
The rich in the lonely, lonely in the front line in the days lonely and full. But when I really sit down to when and very confused. I believe there will be many women like me feel it. So, I wanted to write to the form of diary, write a 40-year-old woman real life and heart.
Women's hearts are connected. Day bit by bit, the soul light micro-Yang Lan, emotional love-hate sadness, all have real lives and share. Even though separated by thousands of miles, I believe that the gentle click of the mouse, it will instantly empathy.
I passed 40, to sit down and think about my age, heart Huang Huang, and chaos without a sense of proportion, but I do not despair.
When I saw an article in their publication in the press, when I indulge in the book find themselves unable to dance floor hopping when I rotate, I think the days of how full and beautiful. I not only assume a 40-year-old woman should assume the responsibility of moving in the ordinary, but would like to find a poetic condition of high cell life. I would like to live in their own spiritual world, the living out of a bright and true, and I want others to see, is a woman, the vivid, educated, have meaning, there is knowledge.
Therefore, I want people to see my smile, is a pursuit worthy of a woman. "I Clear Murky world, everyone is drunk and I alone am sober." I would not want the meaning of Innocent tried to say was, as I do, love me, love, no regrets.
In this Hunhunee small town, many people wandering the streets, drink in the pub drunk, in the songs in the release, enjoying in the sauna, but I live an alternative life, the day immersed in the book, a look that is the entire morning or afternoon; day sitting in front of a computer window on the busy side, hold film without sleep, the quiet beat of the text. I rarely interacting with others, the book is my best friends and, I would like to live in the world of books, and happy to meet.
Made a lot of articles online, with a few screen names, but I still like the "busy to see the flowers," the name, it is taken from the "quiet windows small mind" in two sentences: "Chongrubujing, see Pretrial spend leisure Open the flowers; fate of intention, with the outer Yunjuanyunshu Man. "It reminds me of Su Shi," will storm "words in a few words:" Zhu Zhang Sheng Mountain shoes light horse, who is afraid of? of Zhu Ren his life. "Zhu Zhang Mountain shoes, against the wind the rain, calm before the trip, windy life, how easy it is bold, broad-minded free and natural? With Chongrubujing, Zhu Zhang Mountain shoes of Zhu's overriding feeling in the face of what hardships life can not comfortably walk?
"Busy watching the flowers," give people a kind of poetic aesthetic conception.
Fatigue while reading or writing, I often go silent terrace, through the window, watching the sky asakumo evening paper to see the setting sun over the sky, watching several flower blooming on the balcony. Blazing a state of mind, let me through time and space, arrived in ancient and modern. This is like when there is a touch of Qing Chou, shrouded heart, there is somewhat melancholy, but also somewhat satisfied.
Only that day is good, water flowers, all in front of rich content.
I also like 4 in May the spring thing, Shaohua Boom. After thinking of brilliant flowers, is nobody's dying; think of cherry blossoms that filled the rain, snow pear, Aegiceras purple, flying in the wind Qingwu. Flourishing after a broken beauty.
A man in the flower, the quietly wait and see, sigh with astrology, wet heart, with tears falling. Which is what a sad aesthetic mood!
Faces of the people do not know where the Green Wave still flowing east. I am no longer young, the the slim and charming woman, only willing to look at the flowers blazing in past lives, the search for the truth and moved me.
Diary of 40-year-old woman（一）
Preface
40 years old, wrote this age, suddenly scared, tap the keyboard's hand, gently Yi Chan. Come to realize, the amount may see their own international fine eye wrinkles. 40-year-old woman, the roots of getting old, people think of Huanglian Po, rubbish. At this point, no self-confidence, and physical decline, and Man's vision of free love was.
Young people looked at the bells and whistles, will sigh with envy: "Young nice!"
40-year-old woman, confused and busy day, working families, the elderly children, which as we all tired of gasping. Sigh, but also to the front line; tears keep, it's more important than people thought.
40-year-old woman, and often lived for others, but ignoring him. Therefore, the 40-year-old woman, hard and helpless.
40 years old, we will have the mentality of how to deal with life?
First, we should face up to their age, do not despair, do not sigh, cry, and we have a very calm and relaxed mind. I have a friend in the guest book frustrated wrote:
"Chongrubujing, busy watching the flowers bloom before court; retention or not, slowly with the outer Yunjuanyunshu. Very calm and quiet, is the high-level realm of life. With a positive and healthy attitude accession to the WTO, an optimistic attitude born mindedness can be both assume the heavy responsibility, but also live Fengshen Saran. Looking back a laugh, go its own way, non-merits and demerits for others to comment on. "
Confucius said: "40 and perplexities." 40-year-old woman, should not be confused, do not complain, do not be discouraged, not power, not play it, love me, love, had I thought about life. "Rich as a cloud to me," Cyril, do not go seeking fame, silk clothing Yu Shi, the true nature of life is true. Outside of work, in coffee shops, dance floor and relax; bonus when buying new clothes to reward his two; done housework, listen to music, a cup of tea, elegant look.
Second, we use a poetic heart to embrace life. The poet said: "The people should and Poetry on the earth." 40-year-old woman, when we have a poetic heart, it will find vegetation Feelings, Luohuayouyi, dead things have the feelings and life. We can and mountain rivers of language, and the blue sky dialogue, we will know how every life is worthy of awe. Yourself each day to a hope, as a new beginning every day, learn to polish the talents, careful observation of life, into poetry.
Again, 40-year-old woman have to read. Books is the world's food, is the best skin care, nutrition to our minds it, nourish our skin. Books for women after the age of 40, from the inside, the glow Shining luster. Merciless years, depriving women of the green, but the book they gave us the most precious thing, it is temperament. Aging women can, but must not lose temperament, it is the knowledge of years of sediment down the essence of cultivation. Style and the woman, there must be pressing the gas field, flutter of the blur, we hope for fear.
Therefore, the 40-year-old woman, must not despair. Although the youth had gone, but we still have lilies in front of the fragrance. 80-year-old Bing, after suffering from cerebral thrombosis, is still a definite shape to: "Life started from the 80-year-old." When I read her words, the sudden tears. 4-year-old woman should be glad that we still a long way from 80 years of age. So, as long as we strive to live, give yourself a dream and hope, will be taken with great fanfare.
After a 40-year-old, I truly understand the preciousness of time, know the weight of life. So, I want every day over the full, to make life full of poetic.
Spring came and went, gone is the summer. Days off really fast, red cherry, green to see banana, not a good experience the beauty of spring, it was passing by. Therefore, since the spring, I have to record the diary in the form of bits and pieces of life, the mind Qingbo micro-Yang. Along the way, there is joy, there is melancholy; a harvest, have lost. I hope I can continue to adhere to the writing, but also eager to get the support of friends.
40-year-old woman, not too old. So let us start from 40 years of life.
40 years old, wrote this age, suddenly scared, tap the keyboard's hand, gently Yi Chan. Come to realize, the amount may see their own international fine eye wrinkles. 40-year-old woman, the roots of getting old, people think of Huanglian Po, rubbish. At this point, no self-confidence, and physical decline, and Man's vision of free love was.
Young people looked at the bells and whistles, will sigh with envy: "Young nice!"
40-year-old woman, confused and busy day, working families, the elderly children, which as we all tired of gasping. Sigh, but also to the front line; tears keep, it's more important than people thought.
40-year-old woman, and often lived for others, but ignoring him. Therefore, the 40-year-old woman, hard and helpless.
40 years old, we will have the mentality of how to deal with life?
First, we should face up to their age, do not despair, do not sigh, cry, and we have a very calm and relaxed mind. I have a friend in the guest book frustrated wrote:
"Chongrubujing, busy watching the flowers bloom before court; retention or not, slowly with the outer Yunjuanyunshu. Very calm and quiet, is the high-level realm of life. With a positive and healthy attitude accession to the WTO, an optimistic attitude born mindedness can be both assume the heavy responsibility, but also live Fengshen Saran. Looking back a laugh, go its own way, non-merits and demerits for others to comment on. "
Confucius said: "40 and perplexities." 40-year-old woman, should not be confused, do not complain, do not be discouraged, not power, not play it, love me, love, had I thought about life. "Rich as a cloud to me," Cyril, do not go seeking fame, silk clothing Yu Shi, the true nature of life is true. Outside of work, in coffee shops, dance floor and relax; bonus when buying new clothes to reward his two; done housework, listen to music, a cup of tea, elegant look.
Second, we use a poetic heart to embrace life. The poet said: "The people should and Poetry on the earth." 40-year-old woman, when we have a poetic heart, it will find vegetation Feelings, Luohuayouyi, dead things have the feelings and life. We can and mountain rivers of language, and the blue sky dialogue, we will know how every life is worthy of awe. Yourself each day to a hope, as a new beginning every day, learn to polish the talents, careful observation of life, into poetry.
Again, 40-year-old woman have to read. Books is the world's food, is the best skin care, nutrition to our minds it, nourish our skin. Books for women after the age of 40, from the inside, the glow Shining luster. Merciless years, depriving women of the green, but the book they gave us the most precious thing, it is temperament. Aging women can, but must not lose temperament, it is the knowledge of years of sediment down the essence of cultivation. Style and the woman, there must be pressing the gas field, flutter of the blur, we hope for fear.
Therefore, the 40-year-old woman, must not despair. Although the youth had gone, but we still have lilies in front of the fragrance. 80-year-old Bing, after suffering from cerebral thrombosis, is still a definite shape to: "Life started from the 80-year-old." When I read her words, the sudden tears. 4-year-old woman should be glad that we still a long way from 80 years of age. So, as long as we strive to live, give yourself a dream and hope, will be taken with great fanfare.
After a 40-year-old, I truly understand the preciousness of time, know the weight of life. So, I want every day over the full, to make life full of poetic.
Spring came and went, gone is the summer. Days off really fast, red cherry, green to see banana, not a good experience the beauty of spring, it was passing by. Therefore, since the spring, I have to record the diary in the form of bits and pieces of life, the mind Qingbo micro-Yang. Along the way, there is joy, there is melancholy; a harvest, have lost. I hope I can continue to adhere to the writing, but also eager to get the support of friends.
40-year-old woman, not too old. So let us start from 40 years of life.
Bressanone's last train
Usual Dalalong a little deserted railway, also then a few times a day laden train Kengchi the climb. The way to work, kept an eye on the railway there from the train, in the heart of the Citroen can look forward to long before my eyes through.
Shouguang the end of this originating from the construction of the railway to the completion of Longkou, Laizhou local people have is that heart disease, discontent with the way low under those narrow culvert in the rain and the snow piled up deep.
In my feelings, it is not a simple railway, this simple single-track railway, the home of self-made, means I lie. For every direction of the train approaching from home, I will be watched each section of the wagon, through the hard Stern metal, I can see the wagons in every section filled with nostalgia; train return, I watched the setting sun in every Festival wagon sonorous away, the moist eyes and full of thoughts thrown into each section of the wagon, the term sunset the wagon a steadily melting. Trains come and go, to pull to Chequ who miss speechless, the front of the smoke, very excited to spit into the air to clear the air spreading into my thoughts, in the roar of the clear, then tears embedded in my thoughts.
When late at night, often in the plume of gloom was awakened by sirens. Quietly listening to the quiet night, thoughts have been swept clear Zhangchangduanduan the whistle, with the peaks and valleys in the wheel of a heavy jitter spread of exile. When the flickering in the moonlight in the mottled welcome into my eyelids, the Insects in the whisper, the quiet, then just wet the pillow with the dim shadows of the trees outside the window in love. That the sparse cross limb, slanting to Chuodao my heart, I feel, crossroads, in my mind wandering.
The distant, low whistle and rumble of the wheels roar, when the mind is no longer an extension of no deportation, mottled just moist eyes. I can do to whistle a little moonlight, the moonlight still applied to my hometown, I can take away with the wagon to the stars for you, give my loved ones. Mottled moonlight here, home of the moonlight is mottled it? If so, is my heart, where the spread and exiled to the ah. Matthew • Lien, love and miss you stayed in Bressanone, stay low in that under the eaves, the moon and stars to stay in the thoughts behind, leaving the girl to stay in the cloth out cenon. The middle of the night, I was in a meeting listening to the roar of the locomotives that awkward, time and again touched your Bressanone, my moon and stars to the left to whom?
Moonlight, hidden astringent sweep of Cao Jian, dew stick to the roof in Bressanone, a heavy exclamation mark, not to melt the ice pick-like to the heart of Matthew • Lien, then, you're like me, in that Love in the mist can be lifted any where, and Bressanone waving, shaking hands with you my unforgettable, morning Cuise, like in the + sign intersection, was reluctantly slipped the ring, became the eternal 0! From then on, you only open pair of soft hands, I looked around only white Yunfu sweep, sustenance in the condensation of iron in the sun rose. That 0, becomes your Bressanone, became my slightest mist, not subside until a miss!
Exile, to love, to be interpreted as leaving the home on a leisurely Bitian interpreted as clouds, + junctions, one can not justify the poignant, heart, and a moment not to leave, useful? If useful, mind the flame to light up the sky we miss it?
Quiet night, I wet eyes thrown the train just across the quiet, I do not know, that eyes can not moonlight, my hometown. Matthew • Lien, you left Bressanone, did not take the moon and stars, can you leave the Bressanone can never tell the + junction, where I will be confused, let me get on you train it, I do not want all behind, I only last a train, take me Shaoshang, take away my heart toward my home, even, so my message to go under the eaves of a trace of Bressanone Star as long as you with Shao Shang heart was, even, so I sat in the edge of the cold rolling stock, even if only to heart were together in the cold cold rain wander!
Bressanone's + junctions, in parallel Dalalong railway line, a 0, can not be straightened, has been wet in the ring with my heart, from Shouguang to Laizhou, Laizhou to and from Shouguang.
I am so, so Matthew • Lien's that trains, starting from Bressanone, final journey, the message after taking my heart, together with the moon and stars.
Shouguang the end of this originating from the construction of the railway to the completion of Longkou, Laizhou local people have is that heart disease, discontent with the way low under those narrow culvert in the rain and the snow piled up deep.
In my feelings, it is not a simple railway, this simple single-track railway, the home of self-made, means I lie. For every direction of the train approaching from home, I will be watched each section of the wagon, through the hard Stern metal, I can see the wagons in every section filled with nostalgia; train return, I watched the setting sun in every Festival wagon sonorous away, the moist eyes and full of thoughts thrown into each section of the wagon, the term sunset the wagon a steadily melting. Trains come and go, to pull to Chequ who miss speechless, the front of the smoke, very excited to spit into the air to clear the air spreading into my thoughts, in the roar of the clear, then tears embedded in my thoughts.
When late at night, often in the plume of gloom was awakened by sirens. Quietly listening to the quiet night, thoughts have been swept clear Zhangchangduanduan the whistle, with the peaks and valleys in the wheel of a heavy jitter spread of exile. When the flickering in the moonlight in the mottled welcome into my eyelids, the Insects in the whisper, the quiet, then just wet the pillow with the dim shadows of the trees outside the window in love. That the sparse cross limb, slanting to Chuodao my heart, I feel, crossroads, in my mind wandering.
The distant, low whistle and rumble of the wheels roar, when the mind is no longer an extension of no deportation, mottled just moist eyes. I can do to whistle a little moonlight, the moonlight still applied to my hometown, I can take away with the wagon to the stars for you, give my loved ones. Mottled moonlight here, home of the moonlight is mottled it? If so, is my heart, where the spread and exiled to the ah. Matthew • Lien, love and miss you stayed in Bressanone, stay low in that under the eaves, the moon and stars to stay in the thoughts behind, leaving the girl to stay in the cloth out cenon. The middle of the night, I was in a meeting listening to the roar of the locomotives that awkward, time and again touched your Bressanone, my moon and stars to the left to whom?
Moonlight, hidden astringent sweep of Cao Jian, dew stick to the roof in Bressanone, a heavy exclamation mark, not to melt the ice pick-like to the heart of Matthew • Lien, then, you're like me, in that Love in the mist can be lifted any where, and Bressanone waving, shaking hands with you my unforgettable, morning Cuise, like in the + sign intersection, was reluctantly slipped the ring, became the eternal 0! From then on, you only open pair of soft hands, I looked around only white Yunfu sweep, sustenance in the condensation of iron in the sun rose. That 0, becomes your Bressanone, became my slightest mist, not subside until a miss!
Exile, to love, to be interpreted as leaving the home on a leisurely Bitian interpreted as clouds, + junctions, one can not justify the poignant, heart, and a moment not to leave, useful? If useful, mind the flame to light up the sky we miss it?
Quiet night, I wet eyes thrown the train just across the quiet, I do not know, that eyes can not moonlight, my hometown. Matthew • Lien, you left Bressanone, did not take the moon and stars, can you leave the Bressanone can never tell the + junction, where I will be confused, let me get on you train it, I do not want all behind, I only last a train, take me Shaoshang, take away my heart toward my home, even, so my message to go under the eaves of a trace of Bressanone Star as long as you with Shao Shang heart was, even, so I sat in the edge of the cold rolling stock, even if only to heart were together in the cold cold rain wander!
Bressanone's + junctions, in parallel Dalalong railway line, a 0, can not be straightened, has been wet in the ring with my heart, from Shouguang to Laizhou, Laizhou to and from Shouguang.
I am so, so Matthew • Lien's that trains, starting from Bressanone, final journey, the message after taking my heart, together with the moon and stars.
Way to go one day （二）
The next day she got up before dawn to pack, he was in front of her to, in the micro-light of dawn, he would like a large suitcase standing next to her smiling, said Long time no see. Then he took a box from behind the bag and handed her a natural yoghurt. She micro-blank, even the yogurt did not take, just flashed to mind when he first saw, so familiar yet distant warm smile, what was her eyebrows. Was how she would not think of that day: She stood before him, and his shoulder while walking. For the future, such as extending the front of the road in the mist is also a known loss. Standing in front of him looking at himself, and she returned with a smile. He seemed stunned at once, mind a familiar figure appears. He looked at her luggage, a little surprised, but said nothing, but when in the car to help her carry her luggage on the train, she quietly followed behind him. Few people on board, empty yo, he is with the topic of conversation he finds are some schools and work chores. He was surprised to know that she used to be students in his class, she said she only visited once, so he was not impressed by the teacher, but I heard there is a handsome very good teacher. Conversation between a very relaxed, she has not met his face that little girl will blush, and a secret crush she learned a lot, and looked at him, she said to myself, thank you, goodbye. Departure, he Woleyixia her hand and said goodbye, the way carefully. His hand was warm, she recalled the night of the ball, his hands are cold for the season for her hand was so memorable. Stories always end, 12 points there is always ringing the bell the moment, the train, he sent a message that safety optimistic about their own stuff, home remember Alright. She read it and press the delete key. So they separated this way, never seen it.
Radio broadcasting station, said the car would be delayed for an hour, read the next time, before 5:30. Then she found a noisy waiting room is crowded with many people, his face has Gaoyuan Hong beautiful girl, the world kind of old people, children running around at her curiosity, she looked to them as long as they'll give her shy smile pure and colorful, and then quickly run away. She took out some candy from the bag given to those children, because of language barrier, she could only smile with them. A girl of her own age held her hand gestures must be photographed with her.
Car arrived and found their seats, put away luggage, she realized that had left home a long time. Watching a child staring at her watch, she returned with a smile. Around the mother and child, mother and son sat beside his father talked with, to see such a harmonious one, she thought of her family, and she missed this year's Spring Festival. She pulled out a cell phone, send a message with them, tell their own travel and destination. After she closed the machine. She knew his parents would not agree to run so far, Lhasa, in their eyes should not be an ideal place, where she will suffer. She spoke quietly in my heart I'm sorry I'm sorry ... ....
Regain consciousness and saw the smile on the parents to her, because the language barrier, she could only respond with a smile. Turned his head, looking out the window of a dark, she Weibi eyes, waiting for the arrival of the next dawn.
A quiet summer evening, she received a strange phone number, is his calling. No. He told her change, she once again under his number memorized, but once they remember, and very strange. He told her that we are all one person. Deep night, quietly came insects and frogs called, summer wind, blowing the willow window, shaking the shadows reflection in the window, all seemed so calm, but her heart was stirring up, only his sentence. If the original himself, heard these words how happy would be, but, now that own: the heart will be ups and downs, but it will not be cheering, because the past will come, not you, then How to no avail.
She began to try and people around the exchange, the way memories, she also appeared to be inadequate, and they chatted them up. Opposite sat a look similar to the boy her age, chat in the possession of big boys know the Department of Art graduate, close to the senior citizens is his mentor, who studied Tibetan areas in Qinghai to the local folk art. Also understand that with the car just in Xining and in the same compartment of the people are the people in Yushu in Qinghai to Lhasa to worship. From Xining to Lhasa is 23 hours away, she and they communicate well, and I feel very good. To pass the time Nyainqentanglha the first time in Lhasa, she did not feel discomfort, all the way through the Hoh Xil, measures that lake, she thought she would like it.
Along the way, finally arriving a car. Accompanied by a very enthusiastic Tibetans, the Lhasa Railway Station, they took the luggage to help her, but came out after the separate ticket gate, watching the wave of the left figure, she somewhat melancholy mood. Standing a few steps in front of the steps of the station, looked around, under, she said softly: "Tibet, I'm coming." Mood is still a purer. Then boarded the taxi to find the intended hotel.
Luggage down. The first thing, open the phone, looked at the missed call, she was helpless, then dial the home number, in some unavoidable "chatter" after. For her "willful," they can only forgive the choice of silence, said if the bear came back, she sniffed and said she knew it was hanging complete phone only to find his face wet. They regularly report her case, the New Year, and eat a dinner to remember Haohao Di, do not side with the perfunctory, and she said yes. After the bed is down bulkhead Haohao De slept.
Days off in Lhasa calm Lan, nothing and live with friends out to drink tea and walk around by, see some strange things begin to shoot the film particularly love the people who worship, tanned children brilliant smile; selling groceries grandmother missing front teeth, mouth open, after the happy smile; some of the pious worship of prayer flags were blowing wind. These became the most of her life, calm but without losing novelty.
Occasionally, the Internet message, telling a friend where his place is now, is expected back in surprise and amazement, of course, there is envy and blessings. A good male friend to be very difficult to understand her leave without saying goodbye, think of it as the indifference of all people. She is not good at interpretation, I also do not want to go to explain what, just that you ever saw and thought it was all me, yes, I am so, so warm, it is so indifferent.
Tibetan New Year and Spring Festival this year, the same day, the streets full of joy prepared for large sections of people, in such a festive atmosphere, she began to look very flawless. Life always the case, said Lengnuanzizhi, then I will also not learn your world strong.
Avoid the total solution to the problem, a place to escape to open, can own heart.
In seeing his message: "Where does, for a long time not contacted." Cup of tea at hand had lost steam, can still do not know how to tell his own status. Finally beat the sentence: "I place away from the nearest heaven, bless you." To her surprise, was a message to get back again very soon, so the two would chat up line. Actually, the key is he asked, she answered it. When she said that he is a person to Lhasa, he does not believe that amazing. She said that just want to finish a complete vision, a lot of things undone, at least, this can also be capricious about her. He was silent, and passed her a song, you are not alone, he let her eyes closed, turn the volume up to hear this song the best. . She looked at the computer screen, bitter smile, choose such a incredible journey, he would not want to know just because of who.
Thus maintaining the link is not short but not salty, she said the initiative will not send information or how, just want to Going it. After a big boxes next to the Potala Palace, next to, she ran next to the post office, came to a pile of cards before the first moment they encountered a bloom of fireworks, the most brilliant of her life this way for Love He and Bloom, sitting in front of the stone steps, brought the document does not know how to fall, like a long time, wrote "peace and happiness," Lama suddenly thought of the poem: But they have met each other, Great friends when ru not seen. Very pious that it dropped into boxes full of vicissitudes of history, it must record a lot of stories. After he received a postcard sent a message that the poem well, just do not know what that means, she went back, some day you will understand. Some things are not do not know, just to see you want to know.
Spring Festival Gala, she heard Faye Wong's "Legend", mind, a harsh pain and acid. "Only because many in the crowd looked at you, never to forget your face." She think this is the best New Year gift to her. A song, a love, a long road of no return, 5 years, from first glance to the present moment, she thought that was an end.
New Year's Eve, he accompanied her in front of the computer for some time, he said she was a man afraid of her alone, she did not know was the cry or laugh. He asked her what the next vision, she was silent, his eyes jerky, be careful not touch the memory of it from your mind crashed. Eventually she just said one day you will know.
Radio broadcasting station, said the car would be delayed for an hour, read the next time, before 5:30. Then she found a noisy waiting room is crowded with many people, his face has Gaoyuan Hong beautiful girl, the world kind of old people, children running around at her curiosity, she looked to them as long as they'll give her shy smile pure and colorful, and then quickly run away. She took out some candy from the bag given to those children, because of language barrier, she could only smile with them. A girl of her own age held her hand gestures must be photographed with her.
Car arrived and found their seats, put away luggage, she realized that had left home a long time. Watching a child staring at her watch, she returned with a smile. Around the mother and child, mother and son sat beside his father talked with, to see such a harmonious one, she thought of her family, and she missed this year's Spring Festival. She pulled out a cell phone, send a message with them, tell their own travel and destination. After she closed the machine. She knew his parents would not agree to run so far, Lhasa, in their eyes should not be an ideal place, where she will suffer. She spoke quietly in my heart I'm sorry I'm sorry ... ....
Regain consciousness and saw the smile on the parents to her, because the language barrier, she could only respond with a smile. Turned his head, looking out the window of a dark, she Weibi eyes, waiting for the arrival of the next dawn.
A quiet summer evening, she received a strange phone number, is his calling. No. He told her change, she once again under his number memorized, but once they remember, and very strange. He told her that we are all one person. Deep night, quietly came insects and frogs called, summer wind, blowing the willow window, shaking the shadows reflection in the window, all seemed so calm, but her heart was stirring up, only his sentence. If the original himself, heard these words how happy would be, but, now that own: the heart will be ups and downs, but it will not be cheering, because the past will come, not you, then How to no avail.
She began to try and people around the exchange, the way memories, she also appeared to be inadequate, and they chatted them up. Opposite sat a look similar to the boy her age, chat in the possession of big boys know the Department of Art graduate, close to the senior citizens is his mentor, who studied Tibetan areas in Qinghai to the local folk art. Also understand that with the car just in Xining and in the same compartment of the people are the people in Yushu in Qinghai to Lhasa to worship. From Xining to Lhasa is 23 hours away, she and they communicate well, and I feel very good. To pass the time Nyainqentanglha the first time in Lhasa, she did not feel discomfort, all the way through the Hoh Xil, measures that lake, she thought she would like it.
Along the way, finally arriving a car. Accompanied by a very enthusiastic Tibetans, the Lhasa Railway Station, they took the luggage to help her, but came out after the separate ticket gate, watching the wave of the left figure, she somewhat melancholy mood. Standing a few steps in front of the steps of the station, looked around, under, she said softly: "Tibet, I'm coming." Mood is still a purer. Then boarded the taxi to find the intended hotel.
Luggage down. The first thing, open the phone, looked at the missed call, she was helpless, then dial the home number, in some unavoidable "chatter" after. For her "willful," they can only forgive the choice of silence, said if the bear came back, she sniffed and said she knew it was hanging complete phone only to find his face wet. They regularly report her case, the New Year, and eat a dinner to remember Haohao Di, do not side with the perfunctory, and she said yes. After the bed is down bulkhead Haohao De slept.
Days off in Lhasa calm Lan, nothing and live with friends out to drink tea and walk around by, see some strange things begin to shoot the film particularly love the people who worship, tanned children brilliant smile; selling groceries grandmother missing front teeth, mouth open, after the happy smile; some of the pious worship of prayer flags were blowing wind. These became the most of her life, calm but without losing novelty.
Occasionally, the Internet message, telling a friend where his place is now, is expected back in surprise and amazement, of course, there is envy and blessings. A good male friend to be very difficult to understand her leave without saying goodbye, think of it as the indifference of all people. She is not good at interpretation, I also do not want to go to explain what, just that you ever saw and thought it was all me, yes, I am so, so warm, it is so indifferent.
Tibetan New Year and Spring Festival this year, the same day, the streets full of joy prepared for large sections of people, in such a festive atmosphere, she began to look very flawless. Life always the case, said Lengnuanzizhi, then I will also not learn your world strong.
Avoid the total solution to the problem, a place to escape to open, can own heart.
In seeing his message: "Where does, for a long time not contacted." Cup of tea at hand had lost steam, can still do not know how to tell his own status. Finally beat the sentence: "I place away from the nearest heaven, bless you." To her surprise, was a message to get back again very soon, so the two would chat up line. Actually, the key is he asked, she answered it. When she said that he is a person to Lhasa, he does not believe that amazing. She said that just want to finish a complete vision, a lot of things undone, at least, this can also be capricious about her. He was silent, and passed her a song, you are not alone, he let her eyes closed, turn the volume up to hear this song the best. . She looked at the computer screen, bitter smile, choose such a incredible journey, he would not want to know just because of who.
Thus maintaining the link is not short but not salty, she said the initiative will not send information or how, just want to Going it. After a big boxes next to the Potala Palace, next to, she ran next to the post office, came to a pile of cards before the first moment they encountered a bloom of fireworks, the most brilliant of her life this way for Love He and Bloom, sitting in front of the stone steps, brought the document does not know how to fall, like a long time, wrote "peace and happiness," Lama suddenly thought of the poem: But they have met each other, Great friends when ru not seen. Very pious that it dropped into boxes full of vicissitudes of history, it must record a lot of stories. After he received a postcard sent a message that the poem well, just do not know what that means, she went back, some day you will understand. Some things are not do not know, just to see you want to know.
Spring Festival Gala, she heard Faye Wong's "Legend", mind, a harsh pain and acid. "Only because many in the crowd looked at you, never to forget your face." She think this is the best New Year gift to her. A song, a love, a long road of no return, 5 years, from first glance to the present moment, she thought that was an end.
New Year's Eve, he accompanied her in front of the computer for some time, he said she was a man afraid of her alone, she did not know was the cry or laugh. He asked her what the next vision, she was silent, his eyes jerky, be careful not touch the memory of it from your mind crashed. Eventually she just said one day you will know.
Way to go one day （一）
New Year's first snow. Morning, was waving a small piece of the wizard, white, silent. She was also carrying a backpack, pulling a small suitcase behind, carrying the memories of 5 years, very little Shen. Open the door, into the car before the end Looking back, this way she seems to be no end to see his back again, virtual fantasy fantasy, as if those days come alone.
Is a journey that has, perhaps on the road who can not fit quietly put down. So she resolutely's turned into the car.
Past the boulevard, it is now a vast expanse of whiteness, next minute flash of light, such as the brain then the memories of that summer, like the film clips, montage-like approach to memory becomes Sad but very heart broken. Good memories, but guarding the dead memories are sad. So, she wanted to liberate themselves a trip to, rest assured that a way out.
Encounters like that are always pure. A casual turn, he at that. Wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, micro-leans, Cumei, listening to a new question, then, turned around, smiling, as the questioner to answer doubts. The passing breeze, fresh hair in ears disperse, the brain can not help but think of the familiar melody of tea, So you are here ... ...
When she recalled that year Chuxian Shi, heart, or the like thump thump, and has an irregular beat. Is like a bar should be, that is it. Those sleepless night, and again, over and over again, and asks such questions, and never tired. But, in the eyes of others has always been a rational, calm how she would fall in so deep, she did not know then, she did not want to know. Like, sometimes there is no reason. Many a time, she will still ask yourself, What is love, should be, it wants to. Yes ah, rational thinking is you can expect to face things and people on some things, like love, to the so casual, so that she could only go by the the heart.
Get off, go bridge, watching the foot of the car to drive to, but they can not even move the baggage. She said the city carrying her too much, almost all of her life.
Standing outside the station, to see such a rare heavy snow, she want to be able to stack a snowman and more good, in this moment of leaving. However, some things always only in the mind to imagine. Since when do they know the reality and has some good general would also be no communication of the past.
Dragging a suitcase, into the waiting room when a looked up and saw the entrance security check, she thought of the previous sisters. Here, she's saying good-bye to them one by one, leaving me here with a stick attached. 4 bedroom individual, only her, did not say in the future about to leave, the sisters asked her, she clearly remembers the answer: "Some feelings need to precipitation. I want to see it in the end is." Current from the beginning from "like" to "love" too much precipitation, a casual calm upset always remember the heart lake, this time must have a head, so now finally they still have to go, and with no return date.
She said the mood is calm out, or even close to indifference. She said suddenly wanted to go out in the decision to embark on the journey went really took only 3,4 days. With the teacher farewell, turned down good intentions, smiled and said good-bye; package, give up some long overdue discard the old material; did not include all the parents who say they travel.
Pedestrians hurriedly rushed around the train, are going home for Chinese New Year, form, color rush is hi Lu and tables. She stood Road Central, mind blank, or even a bit flawless. Not the strength to make a sudden, struggling. Suddenly, hands relaxed at once, surprising turn, luggage was raised, a very gentle middle-aged man, laughing, girl, go, go train, and may not return home. She surprised a moment, then followed up, middle-aged uncle found in her seat after her luggage on the rack, then smiled, and went to find their seats. She suddenly felt the warmth of that special smile. A little wander, and quickly return a grateful smile and a thank you.
It goes Xining to Lhasa from Xining to switch the car needs. People buy the tickets to Lijiang, but in a magazine to see a: visited Lhasa, you will love wandering. She thought of his ideal: you hold your guitar to a drift.
Got on, she just felt tired, blind, head leaning back on the micro-oblique, unconsciously thinking about the past bit, also suffering and grief, but also acid is also sweet.
He then junior class at the Western when the Japanese teacher in Japanese, she is here especially from one of them. See him on the podium and wrote his phone number, her stubborn heart would like to note. She recited silently in the heart of a lesson, although her memory was excellent, but still not at ease. Then go back and pick up the phone, a word to fight another delete, delete another fight, it is so repeatedly in the conflict in the struggle, eventually see the screen "has been sent," she big mouth call tone, along the foul atmosphere . In the waiting, finally looking at a new text message, her ecstatic, just a very formulaic phrase: "Hello, nice to meet you!" But she think this is a good start.
Looking back the past, she very funny to think of their simple and silly attachments. Inexplicable as the excitement and fun but never had the ah. She is always on the phone to a Japanese beginner's status to "consult" him, over time, slowly, we talked about other aspects, such as the small details of life, some of each other's hobbies and the like. He always said to make her next class and he must say hello, he would like to know the class of this talented woman. However, she always busy and the decline in professional courses that do not have time to rub in Japanese lessons. However, God knows, her weekly lessons to get the earliest, and even some students mistaken for Japanese language classes. See his eyes swept the classroom, she hurried nervously looked down, people feel like the children do something wrong. Sentimental mood was like apples, sour, but do not want to put down.
Train, sitting next to a fellow soldier in the Mountain, but she did not mind who ignores, eyes closed, continue to meditate in the memory.
Is a journey that has, perhaps on the road who can not fit quietly put down. So she resolutely's turned into the car.
Past the boulevard, it is now a vast expanse of whiteness, next minute flash of light, such as the brain then the memories of that summer, like the film clips, montage-like approach to memory becomes Sad but very heart broken. Good memories, but guarding the dead memories are sad. So, she wanted to liberate themselves a trip to, rest assured that a way out.
Encounters like that are always pure. A casual turn, he at that. Wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, micro-leans, Cumei, listening to a new question, then, turned around, smiling, as the questioner to answer doubts. The passing breeze, fresh hair in ears disperse, the brain can not help but think of the familiar melody of tea, So you are here ... ...
When she recalled that year Chuxian Shi, heart, or the like thump thump, and has an irregular beat. Is like a bar should be, that is it. Those sleepless night, and again, over and over again, and asks such questions, and never tired. But, in the eyes of others has always been a rational, calm how she would fall in so deep, she did not know then, she did not want to know. Like, sometimes there is no reason. Many a time, she will still ask yourself, What is love, should be, it wants to. Yes ah, rational thinking is you can expect to face things and people on some things, like love, to the so casual, so that she could only go by the the heart.
Get off, go bridge, watching the foot of the car to drive to, but they can not even move the baggage. She said the city carrying her too much, almost all of her life.
Standing outside the station, to see such a rare heavy snow, she want to be able to stack a snowman and more good, in this moment of leaving. However, some things always only in the mind to imagine. Since when do they know the reality and has some good general would also be no communication of the past.
Dragging a suitcase, into the waiting room when a looked up and saw the entrance security check, she thought of the previous sisters. Here, she's saying good-bye to them one by one, leaving me here with a stick attached. 4 bedroom individual, only her, did not say in the future about to leave, the sisters asked her, she clearly remembers the answer: "Some feelings need to precipitation. I want to see it in the end is." Current from the beginning from "like" to "love" too much precipitation, a casual calm upset always remember the heart lake, this time must have a head, so now finally they still have to go, and with no return date.
She said the mood is calm out, or even close to indifference. She said suddenly wanted to go out in the decision to embark on the journey went really took only 3,4 days. With the teacher farewell, turned down good intentions, smiled and said good-bye; package, give up some long overdue discard the old material; did not include all the parents who say they travel.
Pedestrians hurriedly rushed around the train, are going home for Chinese New Year, form, color rush is hi Lu and tables. She stood Road Central, mind blank, or even a bit flawless. Not the strength to make a sudden, struggling. Suddenly, hands relaxed at once, surprising turn, luggage was raised, a very gentle middle-aged man, laughing, girl, go, go train, and may not return home. She surprised a moment, then followed up, middle-aged uncle found in her seat after her luggage on the rack, then smiled, and went to find their seats. She suddenly felt the warmth of that special smile. A little wander, and quickly return a grateful smile and a thank you.
It goes Xining to Lhasa from Xining to switch the car needs. People buy the tickets to Lijiang, but in a magazine to see a: visited Lhasa, you will love wandering. She thought of his ideal: you hold your guitar to a drift.
Got on, she just felt tired, blind, head leaning back on the micro-oblique, unconsciously thinking about the past bit, also suffering and grief, but also acid is also sweet.
He then junior class at the Western when the Japanese teacher in Japanese, she is here especially from one of them. See him on the podium and wrote his phone number, her stubborn heart would like to note. She recited silently in the heart of a lesson, although her memory was excellent, but still not at ease. Then go back and pick up the phone, a word to fight another delete, delete another fight, it is so repeatedly in the conflict in the struggle, eventually see the screen "has been sent," she big mouth call tone, along the foul atmosphere . In the waiting, finally looking at a new text message, her ecstatic, just a very formulaic phrase: "Hello, nice to meet you!" But she think this is a good start.
Looking back the past, she very funny to think of their simple and silly attachments. Inexplicable as the excitement and fun but never had the ah. She is always on the phone to a Japanese beginner's status to "consult" him, over time, slowly, we talked about other aspects, such as the small details of life, some of each other's hobbies and the like. He always said to make her next class and he must say hello, he would like to know the class of this talented woman. However, she always busy and the decline in professional courses that do not have time to rub in Japanese lessons. However, God knows, her weekly lessons to get the earliest, and even some students mistaken for Japanese language classes. See his eyes swept the classroom, she hurried nervously looked down, people feel like the children do something wrong. Sentimental mood was like apples, sour, but do not want to put down.
Train, sitting next to a fellow soldier in the Mountain, but she did not mind who ignores, eyes closed, continue to meditate in the memory.
My love and pain in the edge
Remember last night, drunken pedestrians, this scenario is not the first time I saw ¯ ¯ ¯ -
People come to Lijiang, everyone in the play, a play with a pick do not know even their own play scripts. Sometimes he is starring, sometimes supporting, sometimes just a viewer, even worse is that even a viewer out of the question ¯ ¯ ¯ This is what kind of life? ¯ ¯ ¯ -
"Do not want to let you go, now could stop the hearts of love that music still playing, how can the matter rest tonight, I feel the same with you, unwilling to accompany children on the general slide to your heart, there is stars to the card, such as the situation crest of love, once again Shenqingxiangyong time this moment to stay, do not open and then told me that love does not go just for tonight, since I believe there will be thoughts of worry, let you Woliang long with around ¯ ¯ ¯ "look at this one sentence, I think the wine lover or a lover, not how many people have is that this one sentence and passed out in the streets of Lijiang, and how many people because such a sentence it will fall to start their life in Lijiang? -
Lijiang, like a black hole does not come in time, look forward to here all in all, when you come, they find - the original, here is not his own, or that do not belong to anyone and everyone here is just a passing about, or ...... -
Everyone seems to have come here in spite of all the endless quest, which pursue their own little space, and then fall, indulgence, vent, and finally lost their ...... -
The reason why everyone on the Lijiang so curious, because it does not belong to anyone ... -
This is the Lijiang can not do without alcohol, can not do without degradation of the people, who can not be separated dream
People come to Lijiang, everyone in the play, a play with a pick do not know even their own play scripts. Sometimes he is starring, sometimes supporting, sometimes just a viewer, even worse is that even a viewer out of the question ¯ ¯ ¯ This is what kind of life? ¯ ¯ ¯ -
"Do not want to let you go, now could stop the hearts of love that music still playing, how can the matter rest tonight, I feel the same with you, unwilling to accompany children on the general slide to your heart, there is stars to the card, such as the situation crest of love, once again Shenqingxiangyong time this moment to stay, do not open and then told me that love does not go just for tonight, since I believe there will be thoughts of worry, let you Woliang long with around ¯ ¯ ¯ "look at this one sentence, I think the wine lover or a lover, not how many people have is that this one sentence and passed out in the streets of Lijiang, and how many people because such a sentence it will fall to start their life in Lijiang? -
Lijiang, like a black hole does not come in time, look forward to here all in all, when you come, they find - the original, here is not his own, or that do not belong to anyone and everyone here is just a passing about, or ...... -
Everyone seems to have come here in spite of all the endless quest, which pursue their own little space, and then fall, indulgence, vent, and finally lost their ...... -
The reason why everyone on the Lijiang so curious, because it does not belong to anyone ... -
This is the Lijiang can not do without alcohol, can not do without degradation of the people, who can not be separated dream
Mixed day in the United States（三）
VISA sent
Phones hit the U.S. State Department, people often leave recently, seems to have figured on it that is Mozhe the. Seeing that there are about a week on the New Year, and quickly fought the next day the Chinese Embassy, the Embassy's human Daoshi readily and asked his name and passport number directly that our VISA has been sent, waiting for the sign. We are excited that it seems a foregone conclusion, at this time my mind had come back out of my scene in the United States, specifically what I did not know, just a fantasy in which witted thinking specifically of what the brain is blank, it was all because the girl never do their homework to the Internet look up information about the United States or post, just a day to see major study looking at T Web site posts information, often a look of worship listening to talk with T Forum sad too silly, funny American experience. I was extremely worship him and trust, so that was happening! When the Spring comes, I will not say categorically to friends and family: "Your uncle, aunt, sister, brother, brother, sisters, the girl will soon go to a rice country!"
In this way, and everyone curious Yeah, one met me and asked: "M, graduated this year, what will you? How the work of looking like a? Planning to go to which city you?
Answered, saying: "I do not know Yeah, you may go to the United States it!" Hehe, look at my words, the more emboldened no ah! I do not dare to say, after all, there are one-thousandth of the impossible, going abroad is not a joke, if, if if did not like? Would not it be secretly laughing silly me!
Phones hit the U.S. State Department, people often leave recently, seems to have figured on it that is Mozhe the. Seeing that there are about a week on the New Year, and quickly fought the next day the Chinese Embassy, the Embassy's human Daoshi readily and asked his name and passport number directly that our VISA has been sent, waiting for the sign. We are excited that it seems a foregone conclusion, at this time my mind had come back out of my scene in the United States, specifically what I did not know, just a fantasy in which witted thinking specifically of what the brain is blank, it was all because the girl never do their homework to the Internet look up information about the United States or post, just a day to see major study looking at T Web site posts information, often a look of worship listening to talk with T Forum sad too silly, funny American experience. I was extremely worship him and trust, so that was happening! When the Spring comes, I will not say categorically to friends and family: "Your uncle, aunt, sister, brother, brother, sisters, the girl will soon go to a rice country!"
In this way, and everyone curious Yeah, one met me and asked: "M, graduated this year, what will you? How the work of looking like a? Planning to go to which city you?
Answered, saying: "I do not know Yeah, you may go to the United States it!" Hehe, look at my words, the more emboldened no ah! I do not dare to say, after all, there are one-thousandth of the impossible, going abroad is not a joke, if, if if did not like? Would not it be secretly laughing silly me!
Mixed day in the United States（二）
Take the initiative
This is not OK, etc. Yeah! "Everything should be aware of, it must be proactive!" This is when I learned with T. Then T to find out the Chinese Embassy to apply for our visas to the U.S. State Department office phone (at the time T is called the worship of a Dingli ah! Thought even the U.S. State Department calls you can play on, we can not imagine China's State Council, ah!) On In this way, Dad for our call this number, hastened to open the international long-distance telecommunications. I and T in order to play this long-distance calls, read news network on the excited whispers in the room, thinking about how the English and the other exchanges, hehe, in fact, I have good and evil in the country are also considered 2 / 3 graduate students, but I was really apart How are you! I miss you! Good morning! What is your name! so some of the simple sentence can no longer say, the other, the lady I really Mozhe it! However, one would like, this phone is not my fight, afraid of what I had all that innocent girl just like like, monsters are T then, enjoy my ignorance of it! So me and T lie on either side of my bed, two silly on watching, waiting for verdict seems to be the advent of the moment, at last until 9:00, and we can not wait for Bo Zhao phone number, hear a few saw sound a long beep --- beep --- after the sound, is a series of voice mail, meant that, which points to a few days of work, which last a few days holiday, temporarily has no answer, please voice message.
This is not OK, etc. Yeah! "Everything should be aware of, it must be proactive!" This is when I learned with T. Then T to find out the Chinese Embassy to apply for our visas to the U.S. State Department office phone (at the time T is called the worship of a Dingli ah! Thought even the U.S. State Department calls you can play on, we can not imagine China's State Council, ah!) On In this way, Dad for our call this number, hastened to open the international long-distance telecommunications. I and T in order to play this long-distance calls, read news network on the excited whispers in the room, thinking about how the English and the other exchanges, hehe, in fact, I have good and evil in the country are also considered 2 / 3 graduate students, but I was really apart How are you! I miss you! Good morning! What is your name! so some of the simple sentence can no longer say, the other, the lady I really Mozhe it! However, one would like, this phone is not my fight, afraid of what I had all that innocent girl just like like, monsters are T then, enjoy my ignorance of it! So me and T lie on either side of my bed, two silly on watching, waiting for verdict seems to be the advent of the moment, at last until 9:00, and we can not wait for Bo Zhao phone number, hear a few saw sound a long beep --- beep --- after the sound, is a series of voice mail, meant that, which points to a few days of work, which last a few days holiday, temporarily has no answer, please voice message.
Mixed day in the United States（一）
Wait before the Spring Festival
Heard many people say, many young people today have an "American dream", I do not know is true! Truthfully say, when I really did not and we discussed, there is this Huaichun dream! I do not know God's blessing to me, or my temper, it seems to me that we seem not to pay the cost of any physical person or sent to the United States.
In to the United States before, exactly the Spring Festival, the New Year I Ran Huang Huang. Why? Reason is probably because, in the New Year we went to Beijing more than two months before the visa, I remember like Christmas, the surface is extremely smooth when signed, only because T's specialty is biological, the U.S. Embassy to Check (check). That we are mentally prepared, because I learned the profession abroad, basic city Check, Check this way may be a 1-2 months, the result is basically to go through. But just in case, did not get a visa in, we dare not boast the civilian population.
Time basis, our visa should be in the years to the, but the good old saying: "the unexpected outbreak of ah." Surely we all remember the end of 2007, all of China's That snow, how many people people trapped in the train station, causing tens of thousands of people sleep on the train station, so that our "Premier Wen David," both personally condolences to the cold and hunger waiting to go home and reunite loved ones of people. We may say, and this is what your VISA stakeholders, this relationship significant. Because of heavy snow, led to post office express mail delivery delays, of course, there are other reasons, just before Chinese New Year, the United States there are many traditional holidays, they trying to enjoy the holiday, which they control in China, so we almost have to jump off the wall turkey , we have been indifferent, could be for our parents, know that their children would go to the other side of the ocean, we can imagine their feelings! Chinese New Year that is necessary, and family are also anxious to know, is not really going away, you really want to go abroad, that family members still have to go to war, and for our Chinese tradition, to go abroad but big things, not speak like treat at least in luggage can not ambiguous, what is the use of wear, and take this opportunity, you can rob his family, who would say do not buy! Who can say do not buy name brand! Who can say no money or!
Heard many people say, many young people today have an "American dream", I do not know is true! Truthfully say, when I really did not and we discussed, there is this Huaichun dream! I do not know God's blessing to me, or my temper, it seems to me that we seem not to pay the cost of any physical person or sent to the United States.
In to the United States before, exactly the Spring Festival, the New Year I Ran Huang Huang. Why? Reason is probably because, in the New Year we went to Beijing more than two months before the visa, I remember like Christmas, the surface is extremely smooth when signed, only because T's specialty is biological, the U.S. Embassy to Check (check). That we are mentally prepared, because I learned the profession abroad, basic city Check, Check this way may be a 1-2 months, the result is basically to go through. But just in case, did not get a visa in, we dare not boast the civilian population.
Time basis, our visa should be in the years to the, but the good old saying: "the unexpected outbreak of ah." Surely we all remember the end of 2007, all of China's That snow, how many people people trapped in the train station, causing tens of thousands of people sleep on the train station, so that our "Premier Wen David," both personally condolences to the cold and hunger waiting to go home and reunite loved ones of people. We may say, and this is what your VISA stakeholders, this relationship significant. Because of heavy snow, led to post office express mail delivery delays, of course, there are other reasons, just before Chinese New Year, the United States there are many traditional holidays, they trying to enjoy the holiday, which they control in China, so we almost have to jump off the wall turkey , we have been indifferent, could be for our parents, know that their children would go to the other side of the ocean, we can imagine their feelings! Chinese New Year that is necessary, and family are also anxious to know, is not really going away, you really want to go abroad, that family members still have to go to war, and for our Chinese tradition, to go abroad but big things, not speak like treat at least in luggage can not ambiguous, what is the use of wear, and take this opportunity, you can rob his family, who would say do not buy! Who can say do not buy name brand! Who can say no money or!
loveland lake sunset
Yesterday because TENT PARTY, so the company only eight to go and take a normal did not take up, once again through loveland lake, sunset, hidden in the rocky mountain of mountains, I shine in the loveland lake where, in particular the United States. So the lake pull over and watch the sunset completely hidden in the mountains in left.
Lake many people walk the dog, have children in the fishing, there are couples in dating, some people like me with a camera and standing on the lake such as the sun sets quietly, very lively, very quiet
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