In the morning, the wind is still kept last night from over by the ear, the road covered with PaoTongShu slap of leaves.
Walk on the road, to stay mild, carefully avoided, afraid to step on them the fallen leaves, crushed the brewing a night of dream.
The winter of this year to early, cold but late, and into the early winter still feel the body is in the deer. It also just as well, anyway, time very well. Warm behind him a cold, cold behind will warm. Flash is a seasonal cycle. Life will be like the seasons change, can't always thinking about chun nuanhua leaves, as there will be showers from early, there will be the day gao yundan, will have the wind and snow and despair. Long life road don't panic, a life of action, you will always be the first name, a champion of the second field not only.
Walk on the road covered with leaves, think deeply. Like you with the corner of the deep shallow laugh. Turned, and maybe in the eyes of the storage is deep shallow sorrow. This world, everyone has his own fate. What call predestination? Love at first sight? Who know each other mutually cherish to? Go light? Or time living feeling? Who, said the not clear. If decree by destiny, and not a flower flower as like a attract, that look forward to, the feeling of the taste of the hug, that in the fruit of the vertigo, the emotional repression, as with bone miss, including in the mouth, wu before the bosom, floating in long road. If no, then as flat twist dry water, no green meaning, close to the withered leaf loss, hanging on the branches of empty, helpless to pedestrians waved his hand. In fact nothing happened, and no any expression and promised to run out of that enthusiasm, in the end, the branch of a tree full of empty hands but ACTS leave.
But except for reason and besides, still should exist other what, such as feeling. What is love? In the cold is thin thin tablets, is over the bowl of the hot ginger soup, or that the most like to eat chaos and dumplings? Maybe not, perhaps. In fact, meet is very beautiful, and the most beautiful bosom friend, but beauty is passed. And like me, you said is your heart that a scar, always in touch not easily, to find it in the heart of who left, are so difficult to heal. And is not the wind a radiant. The wind through the same nicked, some in the heart, while others stay in bottom of the heart.
Men more than forty years old and has a cold manner. That is no comfort to the family and career success, but years accumulation of tolerance, implicative and decisive, raise your hand is cast sufficient, mature flavor, a mixture of the old and calmly cigarette flavour, surrounded by the surrounding space. Steady, not to say that no romantic, marriage and family is not a devoid of interest. Although more directly, but also the discretion. In some have no wind on night, tossing and turning, difficult to sleep a wink. After the passion, even heard from two glistening, in dream, will also for such peace end, smile and not yourself.
More than 30 years old woman of the sky, born a kind of charm. The circulation of the eyes look, the expression of the smile, that ChongRuBuJing of calm, the wind had trackless calmly, expect the greengage dark smell, the month LiuShao, red bean acacia, holding palm reading you see, looking forward to is tired out heart at anchor in the harbor of love and affection. All of that experience and feeling, surprise, sorrow, one in precipitation, stored up deep, condenses into a deep eyes, because of trance and affects of the corners of the casual smile, a smile and ecbolic because of the corners of the crow 's-feet. Most of the time, hidden in the XinYue, can a person the feeling this sweetness margin of subtle and sophisticated.
Actually, the man woman all so. Your shadow in my body, my shadow perched in your heart. Will the heavy sentiment; People, always have change. Such as the change of season, there is always change the scenery. Winter go, spring will be the SAN SAN. Perhaps silly, but flower full size, that green leaves, since then deliberately growth. Although as time passes by, but the same feeling. Occasionally turn over the memory, there will never be another surprise, but still addictions. After wake up, think again, that you were so lovely and insane.
Their hometown in the mountains, childhood like mount junior school. In fact mountain is not high also, just the very one horn, but mountains stretches into chakras. Into, because father see mountain. In order to eat, father worked as a military, who had been in a gloomy late into the night, was a team of devil surrounded in a lonely mountain, and the small devil shopping with bayonets. Have in the eighth route 115 t done, laiwu campaign injured home. On the leg have machine guns the bullet hole left a deep mark. Care is easy living trees. At that time, as long as from school, will have to run to the mountains. In the long grass arrest the caterpiller, shuttle between the jump in the woods. Look at the mountains, and the impression of carved in heart. Look at the clouds, cloud reflection in water is remembered. At that moment, suddenly colour dense pictures.
Tired, lay in the sheer cliff. Listen to the water and gurgling, listening to the wind rustling, as if to complete a performance after the silks and satins curtain call. See stone of wild flowers blossom between the final brilliant, see the branches of the tree to the water, brokeback abrupt. You can't have them have the bird hovering and vigorous. Such as the deer thoughts of fallen leaves, the setting sun slowly float, body and mind of the wilderness of exile on outer space, the soul seems to be quiet erosion. The distance, the setting sun rong gold, father figure of weak inclined to sit, smoke in the nest was floating the mist curl, under a mountain rising wood smoke in the air, was light and stretches of blue earth. Father to narrow her eyes, be lost in in the devout of nature, be lost in in former days of war horses. Perhaps see the breakthrough by a devil, be the stray bullet hit the red horse and the look in the eyes of sorrow. Feel mysterious.
Lying in the entire bluestone cliff. Quietly look, not move. Move, destroying the world's most absolute of static, and the most pure beauty. And the flow is not uniform of wheezing, and heaven irregular cloud. And through time and space, from the sound of outer space. In fact, that time can't understand this moment. This is higher, more profound beauty. When I was a child can't fathom.
Has been used to one day. One day have a lot of memories of time. The first good English songs, we all forgot that??????? But moments in the heart of melody is surging. Hoarse voice, sad music, such as on the back of your house, the countless times hesitated and wandering, until gaze from one person's face, fell on another man's shoulders...... Perhaps, the more difficult it is to forget the loneliness. Sad, not reason, just want to let's can have cross, no longer faces, no longer stray.
Man is like to find meaning of animals, always used to in the events in red tape search for meaning, and use this complacent. Even if sad, even if lost, even if the pain. Such as the last of that after a long time of flowers, the water rose still lose took off, and in the office of the windowsill. Although purple petals has dust, still hope in a boring environment leave notes. Such as the ball, always stay to press, looking forward to the final five seconds of splendid, satisfy his extravagant hopes.
Walking in the way every day to go, perhaps to think some people don't want to cause the mind. Flip the past articles and see, no more than a year to write the things, then a record this feeling impulse. Always don't want 2005 years leave blank. Occasionally in baidu search it, and found that the past some young wen was copying, hair in other people's column, anonymous nature also became the others. Change the structure and altered the artistic conception. But one of the flavor and feeling, only oneself know, how can people experience among them? Plagiarism is a writing, but the mood may not be copied.
