I like the wind, preferably light, can slightly lifted Qunjiao and long hair, unduly provocative, nor strong to know what to do, just gently enough.
Autumn is a passionate final season, but also amidst the twinkling of an eye, I insisted on a pale blue umbrella, or walk, or stop, eager for this piece from the reality that the fireworks, seems a bit brilliant, nurturing Feng Yan Ju net, more appropriate, but also more natural. Everything is so snugly around, oozing a hint of flavors, like most of the blue I Qunzhe on Kam elegant silence.
Leaning out of windows, co-authored a book, listening to the rain, poke a heart lotus, and rest it as Zen Time. Many times, even the idle, the heart can not be placed appropriateness, such as fish-like character of the lakes spun freely, and that steep hill, handsome water, and Jun America’s poem, graceful love, indulge too long, eventually it will lost to when the road, but also lost the original himself.
Say, the written word is the true self asleep, literati probably the case now! In fact, not at all. Text is just a carrier, understandable, thoughts can be vividly expressed, to some extent, than the language and body, however, the text is also an invisible knife, used right, can be isolated from the hubbub in wind cloud Bay, the provision of one lotus land, sitting on cloud water, whisper Zen, the wrong, the secular world is cut off fireworks of heart, confusion in the fog nets sea, not their own, but also lost himself. Enough is enough, is not only a kind of wisdom, it is amazing breathtaking charm, give yourself a little space, to ｃｒｅａｔｅ to fly, to others a little blank, to imagine going aftertaste.
Time, talking about a couple of friends, or call a friend, to travel, to go trekking, always thought, collision eyes and landscape, is the cleansing of the soul, the imagination is better than nada, touch broken. In the past, I Wan was not such a person, but I am satisfied with today’s state Qingning simple, comfortable heart.
Yesterday, even pulls preserved old photos, where a record of my mark along the way, I have no reason to touch the heartstrings Shen long set, I started to miss the past, through the scenery, meet people, as well as emotional closely linked to each other, I harvested a warm, wet once my eyes, that moment, I incomparably miss, you accompany me through fleeting.
After graduation, I wonder whether those who were dear as before the mad woman, or watch movies, or eat snacks, or love shopping, or research constellations, people around who would be? At that time we were still together, I would write poems to each individual, and then read it out to see if they face both worship and confusion in the eyes, but also feel good about themselves, and now come to see that he can laugh , is it because of the feelings between us, so I feel childish joy of it.
Been to Xi’an, the ancient capital a taste of a lot of charm, always liked things with classical atmosphere, wander towards the ancient site, and imagine the scene at the time, it will be a luxurious feast, there is the joy of spring, there are delicate tone Park the wind, there is that the roots of anger domineering, and an epic love is the millennium. Everywhere favorite is that, as I would take pictures of people - I was far from home in Xi’an sister, although only three-day meet, presumably, is always right, at least, in my mind, I regard her family, and she always said, I like her daughter, the same pain. Some people, needless to say, already in his heart, karma was born, and revel in peace and quiet.
Also tour the West Lake, fulfilled my long cherished wish. Some things, in a dream, shelved for too long, reminding us of scenes out of reach, in fact, just a mountain of water away, I can reach you dream, accompany you total a fleeting drunk. Legendary walked through the ages, across the cool water of the lake, I have become a story, a mind filled with memories but light contented man. Since then, the West Lake Sinking have my party figure, wearing a crown that swayed like a bright young woman blossoming, flowering in the field, and that the promise of the convention, I came, the wind know, the wind had, time remember.
Fingertips over the pictures of the old year, mostly people I photographed for a memorial, let it be remembered that those who came to my life. Have to admit, I am not a crowd of people at first sight capable woman, no aristocratic temperament, nor Allure appearance, and perhaps eye of the beholder, right, someone like my picture, while he did not have leaving the slightest trace was ignorant, do not understand how they see themselves in the United States, look at old photos, and does not feel amazing, perhaps, is the love of it.
Fall in love with a person, she’s everything is good, the scenery eye clinics at most magnificent flower that end, it is willing to lower the dust, bloom, just as she Nianhua smile.
What is happiness? Happiness is a basket case back Waning lighted lamp which is love to the depths of the heart have to keep too warm fragrant semi-tie, when steady-dependent and care a rice porridge, and as long as I need, you will have the peace of mind to accompany . To love and be loved are happy, I am glad, cliffs water dream, bit by bit warm I harvest my heart the deepest remembrance, will not forget, I have been deeply loved, has paid a and warm to happy with.
I really should thank those who loved me and love me, let me feel the truth of this world, but also to understand the true meaning of love, even ignorance, is actually love. The taste of them, perhaps only loved people will know it.
Do not ever regret experienced growth process is not exactly a mixed joy and sorrow it? Looking at their written text affectionate, slightly immature, but could not help but sigh, if not this single word, how could I deeply aware, I have truly lived? Fame and fortune are not tired, not for the life force, regardless of the secular vision, only while your heart is, whims and pure love for the hi.
Out of the circle, only to find that life is more realistic elements, but also a bit tainted with the original lofty heart of gaudy, and then gradually into the earthly fireworks, and more and more to become a light person, at first glance product tasteless , but it is the end of flavor, and likewise there is laughter and tears, pregnant with sorrow, hee hee yell, genuineness, and the text gradually become a staple of entertainment, every piece of my heart is in the record, can be more Many times, regardless decidedly, have been reluctant to talk, even if there are confidant ask chord, fearing high mountains far, dyed thoughts.
Network to me like a post to this shop when a paper Ink nowhere row worries, dyeing times past eras, to no one in this exhibition share a smile Yen, the way and the line and song. Should everyone is honest, face yourself, treat others, then it has nothing to do half-truths, as long as the heart, love will be with you, just know, do not indulge not Juelian.
All kinds of things, pleasant to the eye, that is, one thousand kinds of legend. Everyone has their favorite colors, or cool, or warm, or pale, for example, some people prefer classical words, some people love Eau articles, each of which is wonderful, should respect and be respected, you are not my, why Joking ?
Time the older, people more light, so probably it. I like real and not overly warm, elegant but not pretentious like people, not like the solitude of Time sober, even if this meant a person, heart, love, it is not lonely. I like this person or thing in Time, Red Dust, people speak popularity, physical stresses physical edge, edge to edge, and I already know, that belongs to me, will be a good Time, even sad Yan intersection, I will cherish.
In this noisy mundane world, we all need a place for their own, to be placed soul. Perhaps a quiet house, perhaps one without words by the book, perhaps a maze path. As long as they are to the heart, are the post, in order to leave the future is no longer so confused.
As long as a person guarding the heart of a quiet, either changing the world, after all, can not afford to lift the monstrous waves. Those steeped in the bones of good feelings, millions of years later, there will not be much change.
Yanjuan, watching clouds Zuimeng, dawn fog smoke. Is dusk, and soon, is lighted.
Grandest world, the heart of the peony garden. Bustling cleared, I’m still waiting for you to embark on the way out, and I meet again, even if his city, even if he was born.
If time is old, you and I still, and similar, in this misty twilight, handle sea, umbrella total dependency, breakdown in the fleeting dream, if it tears across the cheek, not me, was blown off raindrops ......