I am a so ordinary woman. With a kind of precipitation one
thousand years of waiting. In the world of mortals depths of listening
the voices of flowers. In the disturbances, I day and night
hardships. Although was black and blue all over. In the mirror of
plain yan woman, also complaint or regret. Only keep a city. Wait for a
person's the end of time. Great wind and rain, I dance. Take down the
one thousand piece of scattered into song. When tears flower petals.
Read just, inspiration already overloaded. The road, has broken the
sound. Any need to ask how much jackals cry. Can-xue a few branches?
Spend disorientation, love reading
July, through blue sky, the heat of the sun, the vast air, white
clouds drifting. The wind mixed with thick warm meaning seeped
blowing, the mischievous tease the people's hair, just when comb, and
confusing. Spring flower falls do, without trace, sound cicada Ming,
arouse the summer in grand memory, like in constant calls: spring
already return, spring already return...
Memory like water, slowly from distant world of mortals years
pour to the heart in, every little bit, gradually converge a wang cold
spring, comfort had long is the heart of char. A drop of tears, down a
pneumatic direction, with a tick, blend in the spring, countless
caused ripples. As the vicissitudes of life memory, a be recalled, and
more than a flood. The past is like smoke vanishing, wander errant,
difficult to catch, easy to vanish, The past unforgettable, intoxicate
heart, heart such as song, sing chance.
Holding a kind of had every day in the mood to go look at the
life of the trivial about heavy and complicated, in the life, plain
water, since the drink since to pour, do not be like tea, bitter
fragrance; It is not as wine, fines and cool. Light, but like the most
simple but elegant style ink indeed, at first sight maybe not jing is
colourful, fine product, just know do not have a taste. Raise your
eyes, looked out the distance the blue of the sky. Someone once asked,
you hope days, always little gloomy mood in brow, silky and melancholy,
then you, what are you looking for?
The corners of the mouth raise a silk is like have be like
without smile, I shook his head introspection: actually, looked at the
day, is a kind of habit, a self stretch, a life attitude of the
customary dependent. Perhaps, at that moment, what also didn't want
to, in the heart is very clear, feeling very relaxed; Also, perhaps,
to stand on high at the start, to meet the wind, raise your eyes
moment, all the heartache, sadness, sorrow, joy, all in that moment as a typically in the back of my mind and a horse......
Since always, accustomed to a person walk, never want to stay for
who, only because, some stay, too sad, too tired. And because, for
once, it will be is a lifetime of, I still too afraid to go down the
lifetime of bets. Tired, doesn't think looking for a shoulder, to
include my capricious and stubborn, although that time, abnormal need a
warm embrace, gently comfort words, said 1: tired, have me at, don't be afraid.
Take the ordinary, I also like ordinary such as dust.
Month was up, the night is epicenter. The world here, have
already wrapped in the hazy in the night. YueHua water, pour down,
wave branches and leaves rustled, deep and HuaYing broken. As figure
lonely lamp, YanRuYue silence. The worm Ming, sound pleasant, was the
quiet summer night color only movement. Push window, cool breeze
stroke,
