I know you're sad

Ching Ming Gu Yu Lixia Xiaoman time such as water slides fingertips, the days have flashed by in the busy, ever feel that time is so fast. Sometimes I do not ride after work, listen to songs from the company has been to the house. Less than half an hour's distance, the total and unfettered mind to many things, but opened the door immediately silent, forget that he wanted to.

Saturday is still watching when the Happy Camp, jolin interview, hear "I know you're sad."
Suddenly a bear in mind, I know you're sad, but you know I can not before?

Summer came, the hillsides are green clouds blossoming, kapok tree tree seems even more green in the summer. As the sunny room, the evening always hot. When cooking in the kitchen suddenly miss the text, hot weather and my appetite will be very good, small bowl containing only a little bit of rice, soup is the meal folder ordering Hekou. The year before last summer, and cultural together, and their room is cool, open all doors and windows in the room where the sea breeze spread disaster. We drink in the evening, eat HOT's Duck Neck, eating homemade fried river snail, eating roast pork bought crossing, but this big bowl to drink the day I eat meat only miss one another for years, we can not like the old days together.

Time is always ahead so Hong Hong rumbling away. Mo duo asked why I write.
I did not answer her, side-tracked by other topics soon. Mo duo's name makes me think of one of my ID, River flowers.
I always said that a one of a mood, many of my ID secretly filled with so many words I can not say the mood.

This is a summer afternoon, I sat in front of blowing fans pounding the computer keyboard. Duo said I was a silent loneliness of the man, who is also the case for her. Apart from work every day, is watching television, will be on a small network, doing housework, and then sleep. My life has been so often someone will call two years ago, send information about me to the bar, but rejected several times, it is not mentioned. I have a very regular life, such as a person has hope, as, with a very regular life.

Some say the eyes of many travelers, the meaning of travel is to experience different lives.
I am standing still in the days of long, long limbs, stiff already. Jane wanted to go every holiday time, a year ago in the Hong Kong and Taiwan to see the scenery of shooting film aspires. Really decided to go to, and been some of the Internet Travel fetched lost interest. I was not upheld, and many would say things very easily give up, but there are many things, I too insisted.
I am after all from the reckless behavior of the day was far and can not think of where they are going to go, but they want to go to Phoenix in silence, and most would like, or back to Lijiang, tarry looking inn, everyday reading trance, sun, sleep, do not call, quiet a period of time, who do not know me, I do not know who can talk, can not speak, you can laugh, you can cry.
I would like to mind always needs a quiet corner of the mind in full bloom, but I also need to have a corner to bloom themselves.

Write once, just for the record fleeting bits and pieces in the mood.
Sometimes fall in love with the written word of their own, Wen Wan Anjing, tirelessly speaking to his mind, and life more often than the written word to the noise.
Pork on a skewer bear the most painful place to uphold the use of the most beautiful way of dressing, and I insist, the most beautiful words to give the best years.
Pork on a skewer wounded bear would hide in the most beautiful place, remember the good times had.
I am sorry, and will write some words, learning pork on a skewer a bear, I believe that the sadness will disappear to write down, write down the happiness will come true.
Trees that people are gentle, no matter how despicable the world to you, not your fault, some bright dark back.
I know you're sad, and you.