The simple sense of life

 Go home again, I went home.
Slowly open the curtains, the sunlight quietly on glass, to a child's vision to see me.
When all look forward to the canvas in the outer dark down, don't know how long the journey home.
Something like this years serene, shallow memory in the warm room, grinding time.
Long time no see of sunshine on your fingers winding, rondo, quiet away, in long thought to diffuse.
No trivial and disturbing work, soft warm room will have full happiness dense.
I'm just a life of the traveler, in the time in the background of a detailed describe your own elegant and beautiful.
At the moment of quiet, the home is the most appropriate comments, whether the drape curtain or that downy sunshine.
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The cloud doesn't like heaven, in the wind comes, snow to, home nearby.
Found in the river's lake, the heart have tired of drift, sneak back home, and disappeared from home and despair.
A wisp of a wisp of warmth, the once purged of all thoughts and stray, like a nest of bees wax room in the fragrance of the flowers and product.
Tired face can't hide the eyes of joy, heavy bags and how can hold RouChang of missing.
Thank for a mother for the home business, so warm and let the heart hide in the soft soft bedding wait for the morning sun.
The room was still very neat, flatly light warm color, like the dandelion seeds disc, in my warm afternoon fly.
Each segment is forever picture, disappointed, happy, lonely, HTC, just hanging on the wall of memory.
Look up at the window of the day, the carefree cloud, a is once, a is now, that a future and in where?
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Across the ring rail, see zodiac dancing.
Time and no loss, years also did not old, just fold the youth face.
Life at this moment, quiet, not of gloom and unreal, not stray and no hesitation.
As if heard a distant voice, that is years climbed up to the mother's face, in calling upon my RuMing.
The thoughts of the hard ground is scars, into the heart of the weak, and the small drilled pursuit and dream.
With the thorns XiangLu, quietly in the HaoCao cultivation.
The shepherd DiYin and cow bell around, already lost in the wild with the shout, only the birds found the paradise of the singing.
Forest of the flow stream water, are still sweet singing, gently hold a piece of yellow leaves of shattered to distant dream.
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Lonely soul as the shadows of the erratic in the night, such as gorgeous fireworks, short bloom flames the home of color.
See the firefly flashing eyes, and the cold moon in the reverberation lost with crisp fireworks behind it.
Written by the ownership of a dream, a gray also have bright beautiful, aiming to light in between writing attitude, emaciated such as wood.
Meticulous eyes, crystal tear such as red maple leaf in the wind is dancing ballet, pure purples is no longer the butterfly shattered.
Time is passing too fast, setting in the bird's wing slide, with only the warm neon pacifying the night's sadness.
Windowsill cactus, small in thorn when frost, extend the life of the glory, with strong for a lonely composed by.
The watch is the natural but walk, was wrapped up in ", in the world of mortals midnight dispersion spreads, like a wisp wind, be like a dream.
In the light of the winter, in the clear night, in this no wander to warm, I was clear to see the simple sense of life.
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In middle age, just know home is much more important than career.
Though the body in the river's lake, the heart but not wander, in the world of mortals tossing and turning is no longer lonely is shattered.
Looking at in the town of green busy traffic figure, and the mind through the stop, let the life of the sincere dipped into the bone marrow, full-bodied, long.
Indifference to the season, life is like a cup of wine, process some spicy, drink down is warm warm happiness.
The wife and children need from my ears, and the dishes of the collision of the sound, this is dinner now...