Sad never left

 When I a person from the slice of Lin walked by, the memory of the picture extend, not stopped the spread of it. Once in this place, hurt, the pain, the tears, cannot heal.
I have the courage to look for a hazy, the breath in May. Or the maple tree, old man with a Nairobi, woods falls yellow butterfly, thought is the maple leaf took everything, the efforts to pursue, casual look back, everything was in, just at that moment, why not miss out, when sorrow become habit, maple leaf or yellow, just continue to what, the heart is fine.
Gently picked up a piece of, put in the palm, was so fit, he is my yao, in this indifferent world, I wanted to become a maple leaf, natural and unrestrained across, or flowing down the bit of caring, or only or only not quite complete arc.
A wretched, childhood (1)
Seems to be so for years, I have been lost, like broken glass the hourglass transparent crystal refractive to a drip passing, a grain by a grain, knock in the youth in the ring, radiant with harsh sound, depressing like sigh but only helplessly looking at, open mouth scream emits no breath.
And I said I will not shed tears. Not really.
I think a person's fate this so, even if the change, this process is also however is in the fate. I started to believe in destiny.
In fact it believe and do not believe that, but different ways of understanding. If put all of all, those who once the past and future, those who are most proud time and lowest of times, and the various change, a word is all our life experience, are simple to understand is supposed to happen, in fact it is this is this process that such result, so it can be regarded as fate?
We in the bondage of fate. So understand at least to give yourself a can go to bear all reason.
So when I was a child in the school on the way rain walk feet to be scratched after go too far way foot would dull pain; High school was the teacher in the quiet of the evil insult to lambaste the teacher then office and flicking and therefore be back home and all this can all understand is destiny is.
The understanding of simple but not represent can really go to give up to wait to see the arrangement of destiny. And my destiny is to see a beginning, can not find the end. And perhaps no end
A wretched, childhood (2)
When I was a child in the muddy dirt road walk on a rainy day, old cloth shoes every time be born all hard to absorb the uprooted by bubble of the pale feet of drape, pull out a only feet just, shoes were engulfed the turbidity water mud caused circle a circle of ripples risked greatly small bubbles. The voice of the cry in the rain on a sound a roar of thunder light so slim. All the way down the cheeks of exactly is what, what's the difference. As long as you can go home, it's all good.
But so long are road in fuzzy vision has the outline of a house without a home direction. The opening an umbrella from the side wipe occasionally have turned back like a contempt for the eye of in a hurry go far.
One foot down in the immediate surge secretly's red filar silk spread. And in the face of the raindrops pattering noise so painful.
Finally came home stood in the doorway was crying in the way more than the loud. Oh, I didn't take the key just. Looked up at the door eaves, it protruding from the part that short, not enough to cover the outline of the face to the side.
As darkness falls no moon no stars of the evening and the night is a color. Father waked I when I already could not see his face just that familiar with the voice of the melting of all cold.
Mother began to endless nagging I stayed in the corner can't make a sound.
"How do you naked feet,shoes?"
Her shoes?
"Fall on the way.
Points clearly are afraid or cold of trembling, each word out of so slow so light.
Mother just scolded me 1 is with a flashlight go, his father in the kitchen of boiler bowl touch the mistakes. See all outside the door from the very is false black rain showers of is so true.
I moved over a small bench sitting in light of the surface when foot sludge to cleanse, foot a grain size of small pit peanut mitigate the bright red color.
After a long time the mother came back, carrying that shoe is back, the rain down her hair connect into line drops on the ground, I can't go to see her face.
I don't want to listen to what she said, as if I were asleep and wake up for a long time. They are arguing. And I know, all this is endless.