2010.5.27 Thursday Cloudy
Since the beginning of summer, put on last year's pants, waistband are fat, and walked round and round the waist pants. I am glad her husband and daughter, said: "I lost." However, after weighing, did not reduce my weight, indicating that the muscles become tight waist. This is probably the result of some exercise it.
Summer is the most exposed women posture of the season. For the obese woman, wore a thin Shanzai, abdominal bulge, waist fat, are exposed. So, summer is the best selling all kinds of diet pills season. Two days, each turn on the computer, it will pop out of some weight loss video.
Look, following several ads boasting of more than God, almost!
Thin interleukin: foot bath weight loss, 7 days a bubble off 10 pounds of meat. Soak, the thinner, rubbing their feet out of meat!
Magic Tea Veg thin: sleep to lose weight, 3 days to sleep off 2 pounds of meat, no diet no exercise, sleep will be able to lose weight. Veg thin, so thin you once your fill, so thin you every day!
Strong protein thin paste: 24 hours of continuous weight loss, three thin out the "small waist fine." 10 days by the Xiaoman Yao, 30 days, also you slim build.
This is what I saw in the three weight loss online advertising, and more attractive! Obese woman who has beauty, saw these ads, you can not heart?
See your ghost now! I can not believe it. What slimming diet? It was only a short time, the rebound will be more obese. So, I never listen to those diet ads Moreover, I is not fat.
I think, to weight control, proper diet and keeping physically active, is the most important. These two points, I basically can do, especially exercise, I season uninterrupted. I exercise two ways: dancing and walking. Dancing limbs twist conducive to the release of energy; walking mainly New Zealand fixed waist, lower back muscles to tighten, and less cellulite.
40 after a woman, dull skin, skin loose, if you do not exercise more, the old is very fast.
Dieting can only proper, but it needs perseverance, especially at night to eat. My main Hezhou dinner, this easy to digest, and weight control is also helpful. But there are good things, I will tempts, greedy. Good health, good appetite yet, and resist the temptation of the mouth, it is difficult.
Liu Yong has "belt she does not regret becoming wide-end, to eliminate the Iraqi people languish," Yan Yan also wrote, "intended to turn hate springs long short day phase Throng to do with ease," that are suffering and to Acacia, without dieting lose weight for.
Hey, now living so well, to lose a pound of meat are Burongyia.
2010年8月23日星期一
Council of Spiritual
2010.5.26 Wednesday Cloudy
The afternoon meeting, and I hate is met.
Received notice of each meeting, I was like Shuangda of eggplant, languorous, first intoxication, heart and lifeless, and even suppressed the walking pace. Hey, annoying "will," ah! But to participate.
Each in pre-, while colleagues are noisy, buzz, noise noise trouble, until the leadership of speech, they can calm down. This occasion, I do not like. The next meeting even more people tough. A few minutes to understand what can be said to lead insistently repeated exposition, like the front of the kindergarten child-like, lest we do not understand.
Meeting, I sat in a chair, or hold hands in the chest, or hands touch the forehead, ears and voice of the leadership of drifting, but my heart has traveled the four winds. Sometimes thought as swift drift very far away.
Like today, the leadership in that speech, I think, "Yu Dan experience" in content. It is a palm book, small meeting, I carry. Today will, I then look at this book.
I like each book in the Dan, like the language of her wisdom, like her interpretation of the classical time showing the cool calm state of mind. The reality we live too tired, read "Zhuangzi", take a look at the Dan on "Zhuangzi" interpretation of mind is like a shot refreshing, sensual feel refreshed.
Chuang Tzu's "take things to Journey," "independent spirit between heaven and earth" great life environment, how desirable! Our hearts in the end how far you can travel, not our feet, but whether we can have a big heart to lay down their pros and cons of Honor.
What kind of mood, there is what attitude to life. Therefore, no matter rich or poor, as long as a calm mind, you can pretend to be under the difficulties and pain of life. Quality of life, is not how much we have, but whether we happy. Millionaire may frown on every day, while the rattle of a poor beggar, can be as happy as gods.
Confucius taught us is life and virtue, dealing with people, and Chuang Tzu taught us is to take things Journey, detached philosophical, and people only like the Confucian accession as positive, and like so optimistic about the birth of Taoism, can not only take on heavy responsibility also live Fengshen Saran.
Today, I opened a small difference at the meeting, Meditation flying, a money Thousand Years. Again, I appreciate the thousands of years ago Chuang Tzu "Happy Journey" thinking mind with Spring Promise, Wai Fung Cheong good feeling.
A free heart, in the soaring; will no longer tough.
The afternoon meeting, and I hate is met.
Received notice of each meeting, I was like Shuangda of eggplant, languorous, first intoxication, heart and lifeless, and even suppressed the walking pace. Hey, annoying "will," ah! But to participate.
Each in pre-, while colleagues are noisy, buzz, noise noise trouble, until the leadership of speech, they can calm down. This occasion, I do not like. The next meeting even more people tough. A few minutes to understand what can be said to lead insistently repeated exposition, like the front of the kindergarten child-like, lest we do not understand.
Meeting, I sat in a chair, or hold hands in the chest, or hands touch the forehead, ears and voice of the leadership of drifting, but my heart has traveled the four winds. Sometimes thought as swift drift very far away.
Like today, the leadership in that speech, I think, "Yu Dan
I like each book in the Dan, like the language of her wisdom, like her interpretation of the classical time showing the cool calm state of mind. The reality we live too tired, read "Zhuangzi", take a look at the Dan on "Zhuangzi" interpretation of mind is like a shot refreshing, sensual feel refreshed.
Chuang Tzu's "take things to Journey," "independent spirit between heaven and earth" great life environment, how desirable! Our hearts in the end how far you can travel, not our feet, but whether we can have a big heart to lay down their pros and cons of Honor.
What kind of mood, there is what attitude to life. Therefore, no matter rich or poor, as long as a calm mind, you can pretend to be under the difficulties and pain of life. Quality of life, is not how much we have, but whether we happy. Millionaire may frown on every day, while the rattle of a poor beggar, can be as happy as gods.
Confucius taught us is life and virtue, dealing with people, and Chuang Tzu taught us is to take things Journey, detached philosophical, and people only like the Confucian accession as positive, and like so optimistic about the birth of Taoism, can not only take on heavy responsibility also live Fengshen Saran.
Today, I opened a small difference at the meeting, Meditation flying, a money Thousand Years. Again, I appreciate the thousands of years ago Chuang Tzu "Happy Journey" thinking mind with Spring Promise, Wai Fung Cheong good feeling.
A free heart, in the soaring; will no longer tough.
Unforgettable love the Magazine
2010.5.25 Tuesday Ching
Today saw some beautiful love Yusi, Never forget. Then write them down.
1. Fell in love with the front wheel rear wheel, but that can never be with her, so he Wenbian every inch of her rolling across the land.
Read this sentence, my heart like a needle-like pain, his eyes suddenly wet. Good love is love!
Love someone, but not with him, only a certain distance, journeying to watch. The farthest distance in the world, is not I do not love you, but just that Zhenaiwudi, but can not be together, this is how sad and helpless love! I believe many people have such a life experience it.
2. Miss the taste is like drinking a glass of cold water, then use a very long time, drop by drop flow into tears.
"Cold water" metaphor is the image behind it and the "tears" in sharp contrast. Because of love, longing only to appreciate the thoughts of the sweet and cold, two passionate people who live apart from each other mind, the other party, can not meet each other over time, that the tears flowed, there was heat. Because it is bitter tears, but also tears of joy, tears of casting with deep feeling.
3. Your love is a low hand sweaters, warm in 10 degrees below.
Sweater cheap, but with each stitch weave her, that cold night, that sleepless lighting, personal child in the needle wound, carefully weaving his own love. This sweater, how it can not resist the invasion of cold?
4. Love is a person to another person's heart crushed in the process.
Heart was crushed, and there is pain. Love the highest level is Fenxin, heartbroken, bleeding, pain, and can experience unforgettable love.
Today saw some beautiful love Yusi, Never forget. Then write them down.
1. Fell in love with the front wheel rear wheel, but that can never be with her, so he Wenbian every inch of her rolling across the land.
Read this sentence, my heart like a needle-like pain, his eyes suddenly wet. Good love is love!
Love someone, but not with him, only a certain distance, journeying to watch. The farthest distance in the world, is not I do not love you, but just that Zhenaiwudi, but can not be together, this is how sad and helpless love! I believe many people have such a life experience it.
2. Miss the taste is like drinking a glass of cold water, then use a very long time, drop by drop flow into tears.
"Cold water" metaphor is the image behind it and the "tears" in sharp contrast. Because of love, longing only to appreciate the thoughts of the sweet and cold, two passionate people who live apart from each other mind, the other party, can not meet each other over time, that the tears flowed, there was heat. Because it is bitter tears, but also tears of joy, tears of casting with deep feeling.
3. Your love is a low hand sweaters, warm in 10 degrees below.
Sweater cheap, but with each stitch weave her, that cold night, that sleepless lighting, personal child in the needle wound, carefully weaving his own love. This sweater, how it can not resist the invasion of cold?
4. Love is a person to another person's heart crushed in the process.
Heart was crushed, and there is pain. Love the highest level is Fenxin, heartbroken, bleeding, pain, and can experience unforgettable love.
Red strawberries in May last
2010524 Mon clear
Morning off work, I bought a half kilogram of strawberry.
To the food market when I saw a peasant woman squatted street corner, stood in front of the basket strawberries, ground cloth where there is some small bit of strawberry. I went to the basket side and asked: "How much pound of strawberries?" "2." She replied me. "There is no bigger one?" "No, Strawberry Park, a quick stop, this is the last remaining."
I watched the little strawberry, and left. I go east for a while, trying to buy some big points, but not found. I had returned, and bought strawberries that peasant woman.
Back home, I put the strawberries on the bowl, wash water, on the dish,. I took out my digital camera, Kacha Kacha, keep the beat. I'm going in May last red strawberries, stay in the memory.
I know that next year, eat strawberries, I have not the people this year.
Photo copy good, I draw a view, and thinking about: What a plate of strawberries one by one bright Hongyan, much like ordinary days, with sorrow and grief in sweet. It reminds me of the initial two people love, love, the man is what you do in the hands of red strawberry? Look at all like endless, enjoy the time, but also sweet and sour taste
After many years of memories, such as red strawberry like a first love that, it is still delicious. That feeling, nice!
Morning off work, I bought a half kilogram of strawberry.
To the food market when I saw a peasant woman squatted street corner, stood in front of the basket strawberries, ground cloth where there is some small bit of strawberry. I went to the basket side and asked: "How much pound of strawberries?" "2." She replied me. "There is no bigger one?" "No, Strawberry Park, a quick stop, this is the last remaining."
I watched the little strawberry, and left. I go east for a while, trying to buy some big points, but not found. I had returned, and bought strawberries that peasant woman.
Back home, I put the strawberries on the bowl, wash water, on the dish,. I took out my digital camera, Kacha Kacha, keep the beat. I'm going in May last red strawberries, stay in the memory.
I know that next year, eat strawberries, I have not the people this year.
Photo copy good, I draw a view, and thinking about: What a plate of strawberries one by one bright Hongyan, much like ordinary days, with sorrow and grief in sweet. It reminds me of the initial two people love, love, the man is what you do in the hands of red strawberry? Look at all like endless, enjoy the time, but also sweet and sour taste
After many years of memories, such as red strawberry like a first love that, it is still delicious. That feeling, nice!
Untitled
2010.5.19 Wednesday Ching
Day like a broken rag, torn into many pieces, the total can not be spliced into a complete look.
Some writing project was shelved, not want to write, but no chunks of time. Yesterday, ready to "rough road conditions Cai Wenji" revised final version, also plans to write a diary, but failed to complete.
Really want to have many spare time, I sit down, the entire morning or afternoon, and beat all the text in the study spent, but the days chores are always a number of complicated entanglement. Leaks in the basin at home on the tube is broken, need to find someone to replace; child's tram windshield broken, in need of repair; unit and also at the meeting, but also to participate.
1 Yau sway the heart, the total can not be quiet.
Women have more helpless than men, work, home, kids, enough already tired of the panting woman. Sometimes you feel worry, not boring, but can not calm down with the text for the half. No matter how hard I wanted to write how good the article, but I am after all a human society, women, cooking meals, washing clothes, mopping the floor, finishing the room.
When I was dressed neatly, looks bright appearance in the unit or on the street, I am a professional woman, but I went home, I became a housewife, wife and mother. Women in the multi-role with a sigh, run around, trying to find one of their own way, but in the search process, and yet how confused!
Eileen Chang wrote: "Life is beautiful, dressed in robes, the top covered with lice." She summed up the essence of life is how brilliant!
Day like a broken rag, torn into many pieces, the total can not be spliced into a complete look.
Some writing project was shelved, not want to write, but no chunks of time. Yesterday, ready to "rough road conditions Cai Wenji" revised final version, also plans to write a diary, but failed to complete.
Really want to have many spare time, I sit down, the entire morning or afternoon, and beat all the text in the study spent, but the days chores are always a number of complicated entanglement. Leaks in the basin at home on the tube is broken, need to find someone to replace; child's tram windshield broken, in need of repair; unit and also at the meeting, but also to participate.
1 Yau sway the heart, the total can not be quiet.
Women have more helpless than men, work, home, kids, enough already tired of the panting woman. Sometimes you feel worry, not boring, but can not calm down with the text for the half. No matter how hard I wanted to write how good the article, but I am after all a human society, women, cooking meals, washing clothes, mopping the floor, finishing the room.
When I was dressed neatly, looks bright appearance in the unit or on the street, I am a professional woman, but I went home, I became a housewife, wife and mother. Women in the multi-role with a sigh, run around, trying to find one of their own way, but in the search process, and yet how confused!
Eileen Chang wrote: "Life is beautiful, dressed in robes, the top covered with lice." She summed up the essence of life is how brilliant!
Husband to study in
2010.5.14 Friday Cloudy
This morning, the husband to Jinan learning.
When he was at home, often from morning to evening, coming home and not playing online games, is listening to music, and made me restless. I like the quiet, he is fun and easy to move, so the friction between me and him often, but when he left home, my heart suddenly empty.
Last night, my husband and daughter for my burned Banguo pork Dirty, that was his signature dish, as long as the holidays, treat or relatives stopping by, he must do. We Niangliang to eat, so he burned, and stood, and so he left, we excitedly on it. His cooking is good, as long as the home, must cook, others say I blessed.
Up in the morning, her husband Guajing beard, wearing dark blue suit, very spiritual. Clean look at him, I went up to him, ridicule Road: "There are individuals like ah! Is white hair." Said, stroking my hair on his forehead.
Soon, he was ready to go out Beizhao Bao, I quipped: "gone?" He pretended not to hear, but walked her daughter: "My child, I go." His love than the love my children.
I wash in the bathroom, his daughter down the stairs and go to school, and her husband also Beizhao Bao down the stairs. I rushed to the door, watched her daughter and husband.
Husband gone, I thought like, what is missing, always felt he was far, far away from me. Although the end of his study will soon be back, but he was not the same as at home, as long as he was in this small town, I have a phone you can move back to his side, can be left, from far away, I can only He calls the.
Distance, inner light and melancholy added. I know, I can not do without him.
Following from their youth to middle age, he and I spend the companions, bumps away 20 years time, how many sweet and bitter Acacia, how many to tie him down and struggle, the number of quarrels and attachment. Looking back, take a look at the years passed, I know that we are into each other's lives and hearts.
Your hand, with long marriage. Life can no longer open.
This morning, the husband to Jinan learning.
When he was at home, often from morning to evening, coming home and not playing online games, is listening to music, and made me restless. I like the quiet, he is fun and easy to move, so the friction between me and him often, but when he left home, my heart suddenly empty.
Last night, my husband and daughter for my burned Banguo pork Dirty, that was his signature dish, as long as the holidays, treat or relatives stopping by, he must do. We Niangliang to eat, so he burned, and stood, and so he left, we excitedly on it. His cooking is good, as long as the home, must cook, others say I blessed.
Up in the morning, her husband Guajing beard, wearing dark blue suit, very spiritual. Clean look at him, I went up to him, ridicule Road: "There are individuals like ah! Is white hair." Said, stroking my hair on his forehead.
Soon, he was ready to go out Beizhao Bao, I quipped: "gone?" He pretended not to hear, but walked her daughter: "My child, I go." His love than the love my children.
I wash in the bathroom, his daughter down the stairs and go to school, and her husband also Beizhao Bao down the stairs. I rushed to the door, watched her daughter and husband.
Husband gone, I thought like, what is missing, always felt he was far, far away from me. Although the end of his study will soon be back, but he was not the same as at home, as long as he was in this small town, I have a phone you can move back to his side, can be left, from far away, I can only He calls the.
Distance, inner light and melancholy added. I know, I can not do without him.
Following from their youth to middle age, he and I spend the companions, bumps away 20 years time, how many sweet and bitter Acacia, how many to tie him down and struggle, the number of quarrels and attachment. Looking back, take a look at the years passed, I know that we are into each other's lives and hearts.
Your hand, with long marriage. Life can no longer open.
Essay
2010.5.5 Wednesday Cloudy
Today is the tenth day after the father of surgery, incision of the suture lines were removed. This operation in his father more than 10 days in hospital, they may accompany, but also to his meal, which can be worn out my little sister.
I not only take care of his father, but also take care of a good three meals a day, every day, tired, confused and disoriented. Sometimes, the sister came to visit his father, have dinner at my house, there are a dozen people sitting on the table, just cook on a rush.
After surgery, and his father a half well, but I feel exhausted, covered with a frame like a scattered mind dizzy, unable to raise the pace of walking.
I truly feel the care of the elderly is not an easy thing.
As busy, never had the energy and mood diary. When I sit down to beat text, but also a kind of thinking Zhise feeling. Into the truth forum, looking at his diary post, like to see a long lost friend, familiar and unfamiliar.
Hasty and hectic day. Noon news that today is the beginning of summer, suddenly realized that the spring pink Liulv so gone. Then when the reward Chunhua, it is one year. Time went by really fast, many things, no time to realize, it is so hurried After Past the.
Spring, and you can come back to their loved ones go, they never see him again. Therefore, utmost efforts, honor the elderly, let him have a healthy body, let him grow old, it is our children should do.
This odd days, though tired, but I lifted his father's illness, has but the one wish. I do not feel ashamed to the old father.
Today is the tenth day after the father of surgery, incision of the suture lines were removed. This operation in his father more than 10 days in hospital, they may accompany, but also to his meal, which can be worn out my little sister.
I not only take care of his father, but also take care of a good three meals a day, every day, tired, confused and disoriented. Sometimes, the sister came to visit his father, have dinner at my house, there are a dozen people sitting on the table, just cook on a rush.
After surgery, and his father a half well, but I feel exhausted, covered with a frame like a scattered mind dizzy, unable to raise the pace of walking.
I truly feel the care of the elderly is not an easy thing.
As busy, never had the energy and mood diary. When I sit down to beat text, but also a kind of thinking Zhise feeling. Into the truth forum, looking at his diary post, like to see a long lost friend, familiar and unfamiliar.
Hasty and hectic day. Noon news that today is the beginning of summer, suddenly realized that the spring pink Liulv so gone. Then when the reward Chunhua, it is one year. Time went by really fast, many things, no time to realize, it is so hurried After Past the.
Spring, and you can come back to their loved ones go, they never see him again. Therefore, utmost efforts, honor the elderly, let him have a healthy body, let him grow old, it is our children should do.
This odd days, though tired, but I lifted his father's illness, has but the one wish. I do not feel ashamed to the old father.
Eras a good wind day
2010.4.27 Tuesday Ching
Today is the day after the surgery his father, the younger brother of care.
Seven more, I rode the tram to go the way to work. Wind was blowing, the sun was shining, the wind just days. Vehicles still, pedestrians still different, the leaves of new shoots have become green. The branches and leaves, like green up overnight. Green wheat fields, the occasional embellishment of the rape of a small piece of gold from afar, like a beautiful picture.
This spring in the scenes, how gorgeous, how provoke the eyes!
In fact, I just do not see the familiar three-day view. Goodbye, just like Geshi.
Father was in hospital surgery a few days, I have touched many. Alive, how beautiful, healthy and how important it is!
Chunhuaqiuyue, Xia Yu winter snow, warcraft gold, warcraft gold and if so, with occasional, between past and present. Live life one by one from the birth, to grow up and mature, to aging and death. Through thousands of years, who can escape the threat of disease and death destiny?
Once the passing of life, but also how to enjoy their loved ones caress? Also how to see Yunjuanyunshu towards the evening watch the sunset sky? Also how to listen to natural sounds in the sounds of nature?
Time went by really fast! Half months ago, still tours pear, can be instant, Hua Shi do, Mao leaves of spring and old. Always walked with hurried gait season, keep the forward, forward. Look at it urgently hurried look, I want to reach out to retain, let it stay for a while beside me, but useless.
Another superb people skills, who can do with the time invincible?
Cherish life, cherish the beloved family, out of pity for people to take immediate pursuit of that truth, in the living, is very important!
Today is the day after the surgery his father, the younger brother of care.
Seven more, I rode the tram to go the way to work. Wind was blowing, the sun was shining, the wind just days. Vehicles still, pedestrians still different, the leaves of new shoots have become green. The branches and leaves, like green up overnight. Green wheat fields, the occasional embellishment of the rape of a small piece of gold from afar, like a beautiful picture.
This spring in the scenes, how gorgeous, how provoke the eyes!
In fact, I just do not see the familiar three-day view. Goodbye, just like Geshi.
Father was in hospital surgery a few days, I have touched many. Alive, how beautiful, healthy and how important it is!
Chunhuaqiuyue, Xia Yu winter snow, warcraft gold, warcraft gold and if so, with occasional, between past and present. Live life one by one from the birth, to grow up and mature, to aging and death. Through thousands of years, who can escape the threat of disease and death destiny?
Once the passing of life, but also how to enjoy their loved ones caress? Also how to see Yunjuanyunshu towards the evening watch the sunset sky? Also how to listen to natural sounds in the sounds of nature?
Time went by really fast! Half months ago, still tours pear, can be instant, Hua Shi do, Mao leaves of spring and old. Always walked with hurried gait season, keep the forward, forward. Look at it urgently hurried look, I want to reach out to retain, let it stay for a while beside me, but useless.
Another superb people skills, who can do with the time invincible?
Cherish life, cherish the beloved family, out of pity for people to take immediate pursuit of that truth, in the living, is very important!
Father surgery
2010.4.26 Monday Ching
Father's surgery this morning.
Before surgery, the father feeling bad, a bit nervous, I tried to comfort him a few words, they worry that increased the burden of his heart, so I was just silent. Little sister said: "Dad, are you afraid of it?" I'm busy taking over her words: "What's so scary, and only a small operation." I suggest his father let him relax.
When approaching 8:00, a nurse came to Ward: "29 to prepare the operating room." "Brother has not arrived yet, waiting for a while." I tried to get him before the surgery to see his only son. Exactly, my brother arrived, and I, my brother, little sister and her father went to the operating room. May be strained, perhaps afraid of the accident, his father in tears. I comforted him busy: "minor surgery, and soon came out."
Eight o'clock, my father into the operating room, a few back to the ward sister that we wait, the time was one minute and second diversion, 8:40 time-sharing, I read the following table. In accordance with the scheduled time, ten o'clock to come out. 9:30, we waited in the operating room door. There's a bench, sat the families of many patients.
Many family members of patients in the corridor leading to the operating room, the anxious waiting, the direction of the operating room from time to time to look around. One minute, two minutes ... ... just think time slowed down. Approaching 10 o'clock, I think father is almost out of the bar, but still not received notification of nurses. Fortunately, my husband is the People's Hospital, doctors in the operating room where he stayed with his father, which made me feel comfortable. After a child, I played her husband's cell phone, he said: "No local anesthesia, then general anesthesia, anesthesia actually spent two hours on surgery only just begun." Maybe I can really some anxious.
11 o'clock, we have several people from the ward sister returned to the operating room door waiting.
Spring sun, shining through the windows of the warm, wind was blowing, a three-year-old girl Qi Mei short hair, a small red apple cheeks, and she was wearing red sweater, black Huaqun, looks very cute. In the operating room of the gallery on her naughty ran, the mother sitting on a chair and said to her: "go slowly." "Mom, I slowly run to!" She said, very pure Mandarin, probably not We are local.
Watch this cute little girl, I just feel like life blooming buds in March, the beautiful and crisp.
Soon, a young man was pushed out from the operating room, this lovely child rushed back and forth, helping my mother carts, watching the man in bed with closed eyes, sharp girl shouted: "Dad! "It's beautiful and touching the child sound, just like sounds of nature for a long time resounded in my heart. This morning I heard the most pleasant voice, but I am here clearly has the air is so depressed and dull.
It should be said, when a channel leading to pain and health is also a leading start and end of life passage. Some children, born here, and some patients may be on the operating table can no longer open my eyes.
About 11 when I heard there on the operating table of the maternal birth to twin sons, one of which is hold out the child's father is very pleased to see next to people head out of that baby. But not far from an old woman, weeping, said: "spread the." May be her relatives had cancer.
Approaching 12, his father was launching the operating room, I quickly went to his father's side, asked the voice: "Dad, are you sick?" Not uncomfortable. "My father in a hoarse whisper. But I clearly see the father's eyes tears flow, looking weak after the father, my eyes are Sese. Although I believe there will be no surgery, but I still felt and experienced the Father a life and death, leaving, as his father, after all, is a 80-year-old. Fortunately, his father's operation was a success, but this was my one mind.
Tense and anxious when I spend this special day, late sit down, beating the time of this diary, my heart was much more relaxing.
Father's surgery this morning.
Before surgery, the father feeling bad, a bit nervous, I tried to comfort him a few words, they worry that increased the burden of his heart, so I was just silent. Little sister said: "Dad, are you afraid of it?" I'm busy taking over her words: "What's so scary, and only a small operation." I suggest his father let him relax.
When approaching 8:00, a nurse came to Ward: "29 to prepare the operating room." "Brother has not arrived yet, waiting for a while." I tried to get him before the surgery to see his only son. Exactly, my brother arrived, and I, my brother, little sister and her father went to the operating room. May be strained, perhaps afraid of the accident, his father in tears. I comforted him busy: "minor surgery, and soon came out."
Eight o'clock, my father into the operating room, a few back to the ward sister that we wait, the time was one minute and second diversion, 8:40 time-sharing, I read the following table. In accordance with the scheduled time, ten o'clock to come out. 9:30, we waited in the operating room door. There's a bench, sat the families of many patients.
Many family members of patients in the corridor leading to the operating room, the anxious waiting, the direction of the operating room from time to time to look around. One minute, two minutes ... ... just think time slowed down. Approaching 10 o'clock, I think father is almost out of the bar, but still not received notification of nurses. Fortunately, my husband is the People's Hospital, doctors in the operating room where he stayed with his father, which made me feel comfortable. After a child, I played her husband's cell phone, he said: "No local anesthesia, then general anesthesia, anesthesia actually spent two hours on surgery only just begun." Maybe I can really some anxious.
11 o'clock, we have several people from the ward sister returned to the operating room door waiting.
Spring sun, shining through the windows of the warm, wind was blowing, a three-year-old girl Qi Mei short hair, a small red apple cheeks, and she was wearing red sweater, black Huaqun, looks very cute. In the operating room of the gallery on her naughty ran, the mother sitting on a chair and said to her: "go slowly." "Mom, I slowly run to!" She said, very pure Mandarin, probably not We are local.
Watch this cute little girl, I just feel like life blooming buds in March, the beautiful and crisp.
Soon, a young man was pushed out from the operating room, this lovely child rushed back and forth, helping my mother carts, watching the man in bed with closed eyes, sharp girl shouted: "Dad! "It's beautiful and touching the child sound, just like sounds of nature for a long time resounded in my heart. This morning I heard the most pleasant voice, but I am here clearly has the air is so depressed and dull.
It should be said, when a channel leading to pain and health is also a leading start and end of life passage. Some children, born here, and some patients may be on the operating table can no longer open my eyes.
About 11 when I heard there on the operating table of the maternal birth to twin sons, one of which is hold out the child's father is very pleased to see next to people head out of that baby. But not far from an old woman, weeping, said: "spread the." May be her relatives had cancer.
Approaching 12, his father was launching the operating room, I quickly went to his father's side, asked the voice: "Dad, are you sick?" Not uncomfortable. "My father in a hoarse whisper. But I clearly see the father's eyes tears flow, looking weak after the father, my eyes are Sese. Although I believe there will be no surgery, but I still felt and experienced the Father a life and death, leaving, as his father, after all, is a 80-year-old. Fortunately, his father's operation was a success, but this was my one mind.
Tense and anxious when I spend this special day, late sit down, beating the time of this diary, my heart was much more relaxing.
His father the day before surgery
2010.4.25 Sun Rain
Father would surgery tomorrow, and I accompanied him in the ward. See me not leave his side, he several times said to me: "You go home, I did not hang the water, do not you take care of."
"You're here, how bearable I go home?" I refuse to his father.
30 The patient is a 77-year-old, he was hernia, today is the third day after surgery to restore the good, can get out of bed on the bench. I looked at the elderly clinical and comfort his father said: "You see, do not worry, be well soon."
Father suffering from hernia for several years, in recent months sicker, I have repeatedly asked him to surgery, he did not agree. In to the hospital, many people do not agree with him doing this surgery, but this time I insist that he brought. It is said that he so much older, you can live several years longer 做啥 surgery, blind waste of money.
Father has been 78 years old, young, eating so many bitter, middle-aged Shiyou lost my mother, I want him to grow old with him less pain or illness. So, I will not hesitate.
A few years ago, his father lost tooth How many pieces, because my negligence, he missed the best chance to pack tooth, and later, when I think of make up, his alveolar has been polished, can not be bordered, this became my eternal regret. So, in his father's lifetime, I do not want to leave other regret.
Wind and rain for a walk in life, gone through ups and downs suffering nearly 80-year-old, perhaps on the eve of his life not far away, maybe soon he might leave me, so I think my efforts, so that he life extension, extended.
Morning, the doctor told me to sign a single surgery, I picked up the pen to sign their name when one after another, and could feel his father's life on hold in my hands, I never felt, write the name of each is so heavy, weighty.
Seen next to the old restored good feeling much better father afternoon, his face marked with laughter. I know she thought relaxed, which is conducive to his surgery tomorrow.
Father would surgery tomorrow, and I accompanied him in the ward. See me not leave his side, he several times said to me: "You go home, I did not hang the water, do not you take care of."
"You're here, how bearable I go home?" I refuse to his father.
30 The patient is a 77-year-old, he was hernia, today is the third day after surgery to restore the good, can get out of bed on the bench. I looked at the elderly clinical and comfort his father said: "You see, do not worry, be well soon."
Father suffering from hernia for several years, in recent months sicker, I have repeatedly asked him to surgery, he did not agree. In to the hospital, many people do not agree with him doing this surgery, but this time I insist that he brought. It is said that he so much older, you can live several years longer 做啥 surgery, blind waste of money.
Father has been 78 years old, young, eating so many bitter, middle-aged Shiyou lost my mother, I want him to grow old with him less pain or illness. So, I will not hesitate.
A few years ago, his father lost tooth How many pieces, because my negligence, he missed the best chance to pack tooth, and later, when I think of make up, his alveolar has been polished, can not be bordered, this became my eternal regret. So, in his father's lifetime, I do not want to leave other regret.
Wind and rain for a walk in life, gone through ups and downs suffering nearly 80-year-old, perhaps on the eve of his life not far away, maybe soon he might leave me, so I think my efforts, so that he life extension, extended.
Morning, the doctor told me to sign a single surgery, I picked up the pen to sign their name when one after another, and could feel his father's life on hold in my hands, I never felt, write the name of each is so heavy, weighty.
Seen next to the old restored good feeling much better father afternoon, his face marked with laughter. I know she thought relaxed, which is conducive to his surgery tomorrow.
Father doctor
2010.4.24 Sat clear
Sat down to write this article, it is 21:50. A busy day, tired, exhausted.
6:30 get up, with his father to the people hospital. Downstairs, I want to Chanfu father, he said: "I do not want your help." "Then you slowly." Father leaning staircase handrails, step by step down the road, I followed him around. To the second floor when for some reason, his father suddenly changes expression, it seems very sad look, eyes with tears. I tried to comfort him busy: "minor surgery, no harm."
Father had a hernia has been for years, because he had cerebral infarction, the body is not very good, so I delayed surgery. His condition worsened this year, I want to take him to the hospital several times, he said: "so much older, not surgery." He was hard-won through ideological work to do.
My father and I to the hospital, her husband arranged nursing blood, blood pressure, perspective. Father with my husband in the back of his attachment to us, just like I was a child attached to him. Blood pressure, the doctor let my father off to the outside of the gown, and I helped him pull down a sleeve, then Push up his underwear stroke. The doctor said his father's blood pressure a little high, high 170, but not much prejudice, I'm busy relaxing on the father said: "The blood pressure is normal, it does not matter." I was relieved his father, after all, old, and he has 78 years, life rain bending his waist, destroyed his body.
48 years after the death of his mother, father had not remarried, to provoke him alone the burden of the family, bringing our six adult sisters. Really very difficult.
To the father checked, I buy food home to cook, keep the busy. Afternoon, I was mopping the floor, his father sat on the sofa, watching TV, he looked at me and kept the pick up home, distressed to say: "See you busy day."
Night, washing clothes, is more than nine, I went to my father's room, thinking he was asleep, gently help him pull the quilt on the jacket, he made a movement, said: "You stay up for ? "" Wait a moment. "I reply. The original, the father did not really sleep.
I see the doctor with his father, he was in mind; I do housework, he saw in the eyes. Father, although he was old, but not confused, his heart is still filled with his daughter.
Sat down to write this article, it is 21:50. A busy day, tired, exhausted.
6:30 get up, with his father to the people hospital. Downstairs, I want to Chanfu father, he said: "I do not want your help." "Then you slowly." Father leaning staircase handrails, step by step down the road, I followed him around. To the second floor when for some reason, his father suddenly changes expression, it seems very sad look, eyes with tears. I tried to comfort him busy: "minor surgery, no harm."
Father had a hernia has been for years, because he had cerebral infarction, the body is not very good, so I delayed surgery. His condition worsened this year, I want to take him to the hospital several times, he said: "so much older, not surgery." He was hard-won through ideological work to do.
My father and I to the hospital, her husband arranged nursing blood, blood pressure, perspective. Father with my husband in the back of his attachment to us, just like I was a child attached to him. Blood pressure, the doctor let my father off to the outside of the gown, and I helped him pull down a sleeve, then Push up his underwear stroke. The doctor said his father's blood pressure a little high, high 170, but not much prejudice, I'm busy relaxing on the father said: "The blood pressure is normal, it does not matter." I was relieved his father, after all, old, and he has 78 years, life rain bending his waist, destroyed his body.
48 years after the death of his mother, father had not remarried, to provoke him alone the burden of the family, bringing our six adult sisters. Really very difficult.
To the father checked, I buy food home to cook, keep the busy. Afternoon, I was mopping the floor, his father sat on the sofa, watching TV, he looked at me and kept the pick up home, distressed to say: "See you busy day."
Night, washing clothes, is more than nine, I went to my father's room, thinking he was asleep, gently help him pull the quilt on the jacket, he made a movement, said: "You stay up for ? "" Wait a moment. "I reply. The original, the father did not really sleep.
I see the doctor with his father, he was in mind; I do housework, he saw in the eyes. Father, although he was old, but not confused, his heart is still filled with his daughter.
Spring rummage
2010.4.21 Wednesday rain
Liu bud short willows children long gone leaves Qinghuang.
Spring had come, can be torn rain, always gives the feeling of chill, winter jacket, still wearing the body. Spring came late this year, seasons have been to the Grain Rain, can still find a warm feeling.
My husband had urged me to spring to find out, but I always postponed, then postponed. The first day is still cold and cool, the second is the trouble. What I fear most seasons change, the rummaging clothing, time-consuming, troublesome.
My husband said: "The trouble, do not find it? You sooner or later turned out to be."
Today, I finally spring clothes, the lowest from the closet turned out. I took a piece and put her daughter's bed, bottoming shirt, sportswear, pajamas, the heap of a mess, the more I climb disorder, heart mess. Meanwhile a winter sweater, thermal underwear, thick socks, from the above shifted down the closet, but also on the bed. Some clothing did not even know how to categorize it up a little early as Mianmao Ku, and do not accept it, next time have to re-order wardrobe. Real trouble!
When I took it a piece of clothing, the distinct feeling that they also took three of us in body temperature, and some still wear clothes last week, today, put it into the bottom of the closet. Dug out next time, when worn, is over two seasons.
The win put the clothes from, I saw the palm of time, gently stretch came to me quietly, I stretched over to the all-pervasive. Some old clothes, and not love, I will use a plastic bag up, but the old clothes have a distinct taste of time, which the slightest wear lines, it faded pants and shirts, those furry clothing The filaments and fly in my room, into dust.
In this way more than an hour turned, or confusedly, and not tell in the end is spring or winter. Like the days are very dull day, today and tomorrow no clear boundaries, but the time and goes forward with real, everyday people have a mature, aging.
Time, no trace, but every minute seemed to record a piece in that yellow fat old clothes.
Liu bud short willows children long gone leaves Qinghuang.
Spring had come, can be torn rain, always gives the feeling of chill, winter jacket, still wearing the body. Spring came late this year, seasons have been to the Grain Rain, can still find a warm feeling.
My husband had urged me to spring to find out, but I always postponed, then postponed. The first day is still cold and cool, the second is the trouble. What I fear most seasons change, the rummaging clothing, time-consuming, troublesome.
My husband said: "The trouble, do not find it? You sooner or later turned out to be."
Today, I finally spring clothes, the lowest from the closet turned out. I took a piece and put her daughter's bed, bottoming shirt, sportswear, pajamas, the heap of a mess, the more I climb disorder, heart mess. Meanwhile a winter sweater, thermal underwear, thick socks, from the above shifted down the closet, but also on the bed. Some clothing did not even know how to categorize it up a little early as Mianmao Ku, and do not accept it, next time have to re-order wardrobe. Real trouble!
When I took it a piece of clothing, the distinct feeling that they also took three of us in body temperature, and some still wear clothes last week, today, put it into the bottom of the closet. Dug out next time, when worn, is over two seasons.
The win put the clothes from, I saw the palm of time, gently stretch came to me quietly, I stretched over to the all-pervasive. Some old clothes, and not love, I will use a plastic bag up, but the old clothes have a distinct taste of time, which the slightest wear lines, it faded pants and shirts, those furry clothing The filaments and fly in my room, into dust.
In this way more than an hour turned, or confusedly, and not tell in the end is spring or winter. Like the days are very dull day, today and tomorrow no clear boundaries, but the time and goes forward with real, everyday people have a mature, aging.
Time, no trace, but every minute seemed to record a piece in that yellow fat old clothes.
Caprice rain
Raining again. Few degrees east, with several fly.
Torn rainy, cold weather first warm first moment they hit wind attack, while a drizzle, the spring is really the children crying and laughing, people were angry.
Shower curtain, the days of Tide, to wet, gray around the world a gray, absorbing the gorgeous colors. I rode the tram, dressed in raincoats, walking in the rain and fog in gray. Vehicles, pedestrians, passing, toward their own way home.
The pattering rain, playing in my poncho, the crackle sound. Through the fuzzy lens, I looked up front, the river on both sides of the new willow branches in the rain with swagger. Arcadia 10 000 branches, with hairy creeping things, and I wiped his hand lens, look carefully, it is clearly Tulv of new shoots.
If those who dream of looking like the new green smoke, my thoughts like rain incessantly beneath the bitter with.
When spring comes, I'll be searching in an attempt to flowers, from the willow branches on the Midao spring footprint. However, spring always comes late, too late. I am inquiring at the office, winter jasmine opened it? Apricot Peach opened it? Day, colleagues said, winter jasmine has opened the door on the left there are two auspicious tree.
I quickly took the digital camera to take pictures. When I pointed the camera lens which Can yellow winter jasmine tree, its flowering Masamori. Those stunning eyes of jasmine, garden trees Thriving, endure endure crowded crowded, bustling downtown noise, it seems to be twisted by the rack branches. Spring, and it was gorgeous tree branches hanging in the Spring Festival! I'm just glad to find the spring. I went to shoot apricot, film reviving the wheat seedling. I would like to capture bits and pieces of spring changes.
Thinking about this time last year, and I, as now, in search of the spring can be an instant all year. One year spent similar, but each year who may be different. Fleeting as prick pain of my heart. That year, also yellow decals on the mirror today, but memories in the rain Love; that year, was a slim and of the Li-mei, today, is no longer the old people.
When too thin, too wide fingers, those moments of beauty, turned around, seems to be spent next year. Sigh with: Wine, flowers young things, not muddy like the old feelings.
The face of Xiaoxiao's rain, no wonder there are more Xichun ancient Spring and the Impressions!
"Rain Wang lunacy March evening, up to the door the evening, do not intend to stay in the spring of living." Late March evening, silent dusk, the spring rush, unable to retain. In these circumstances, the number of life perception! That the person listening to the rain Gechuang children, whether as me? In looking forward to spring, sigh a fleeting time.
"Wind slender thin drizzle, 10000 Yangliuqing smoke inside. Love the wet tree can not afford to spend fly." Good wind, rain Run, the city is willow, lush, 10,000 houses, shaded by the willows, the green fog of smoke in. What a bright spring scene! Unfortunately, the spring would quietly go back, that branch can not bear to leave the wet flower, how nostalgia Blossoming time!
Spring is the first in four seasons, all life started to recover, naturally present exuberant vitality, who do not want to keep it? However, the pace of time, always rush too hastily. Spring is drifting far away.
Watching the rain falling aimlessly, my mind float along. I thought of the dead youth, thought about from the middle-aged.
To me, the youth became a floating inside the misty rain Her last request. Just think, middle age, the time off really fast, year after year, blink of an eye of a wave, and disappeared. I found time to rush, and sighed when to switch back to actively look for, it only left a vague gesture of desolation.
Amidst thin, mining the clouds, fillip fleeting life too. Fingertips, the roots of old.
I remember thinking: This is beyond how to spend? It to writing for pleasure, this book to friends now! I want to in the text, to look for, I past lives of real and moving.
Rain is still with, walk in the rain, I again received the baptism of the spirit ... ...
Torn rainy, cold weather first warm first moment they hit wind attack, while a drizzle, the spring is really the children crying and laughing, people were angry.
Shower curtain, the days of Tide, to wet, gray around the world a gray, absorbing the gorgeous colors. I rode the tram, dressed in raincoats, walking in the rain and fog in gray. Vehicles, pedestrians, passing, toward their own way home.
The pattering rain, playing in my poncho, the crackle sound. Through the fuzzy lens, I looked up front, the river on both sides of the new willow branches in the rain with swagger. Arcadia 10 000 branches, with hairy creeping things, and I wiped his hand lens, look carefully, it is clearly Tulv of new shoots.
If those who dream of looking like the new green smoke, my thoughts like rain incessantly beneath the bitter with.
When spring comes, I'll be searching in an attempt to flowers, from the willow branches on the Midao spring footprint. However, spring always comes late, too late. I am inquiring at the office, winter jasmine opened it? Apricot Peach opened it? Day, colleagues said, winter jasmine has opened the door on the left there are two auspicious tree.
I quickly took the digital camera to take pictures. When I pointed the camera lens which Can yellow winter jasmine tree, its flowering Masamori. Those stunning eyes of jasmine, garden trees Thriving, endure endure crowded crowded, bustling downtown noise, it seems to be twisted by the rack branches. Spring, and it was gorgeous tree branches hanging in the Spring Festival! I'm just glad to find the spring. I went to shoot apricot, film reviving the wheat seedling. I would like to capture bits and pieces of spring changes.
Thinking about this time last year, and I, as now, in search of the spring can be an instant all year. One year spent similar, but each year who may be different. Fleeting as prick pain of my heart. That year, also yellow decals on the mirror today, but memories in the rain Love; that year, was a slim and of the Li-mei, today, is no longer the old people.
When too thin, too wide fingers, those moments of beauty, turned around, seems to be spent next year. Sigh with: Wine, flowers young things, not muddy like the old feelings.
The face of Xiaoxiao's rain, no wonder there are more Xichun ancient Spring and the Impressions!
"Rain Wang lunacy March evening, up to the door the evening, do not intend to stay in the spring of living." Late March evening, silent dusk, the spring rush, unable to retain. In these circumstances, the number of life perception! That the person listening to the rain Gechuang children, whether as me? In looking forward to spring, sigh a fleeting time.
"Wind slender thin drizzle, 10000 Yangliuqing smoke inside. Love the wet tree can not afford to spend fly." Good wind, rain Run, the city is willow, lush, 10,000 houses, shaded by the willows, the green fog of smoke in. What a bright spring scene! Unfortunately, the spring would quietly go back, that branch can not bear to leave the wet flower, how nostalgia Blossoming time!
Spring is the first in four seasons, all life started to recover, naturally present exuberant vitality, who do not want to keep it? However, the pace of time, always rush too hastily. Spring is drifting far away.
Watching the rain falling aimlessly, my mind float along. I thought of the dead youth, thought about from the middle-aged.
To me, the youth became a floating inside the misty rain Her last request. Just think, middle age, the time off really fast, year after year, blink of an eye of a wave, and disappeared. I found time to rush, and sighed when to switch back to actively look for, it only left a vague gesture of desolation.
Amidst thin, mining the clouds, fillip fleeting life too. Fingertips, the roots of old.
I remember thinking: This is beyond how to spend? It to writing for pleasure, this book to friends now! I want to in the text, to look for, I past lives of real and moving.
Rain is still with, walk in the rain, I again received the baptism of the spirit ... ...
Buy new clothes
2010.4.9 Fine Friday
These two days, tired. Finished "Sadness Zhuo Wenjun" article, I would pretty tired. Yongnaoguodu, poor sleep (as I like sleeping), resulting in dizzy during the day.
Afternoon meeting to end, I go shopping, relax. I want to buy two coats.
Since the spring, I have repeatedly run the clothing store, but do not buy clothes that fit. Chun-neck short, and many clothing store owner not into spring, so that is last year's Chenhuo large. Style and material, all I despise, and emphasis on young women's clothing, decorative, mosaic, slim, short, mostly I do not love.
The family closet, hanging me a lot of clothes, but by the time the season changed, or feeling of nothing to wear, I suspect that it is not new clothes right. Through repulsive, gave the young girl, she put down like when the baby back home.
Clothes, more attention to grades, and buy the clothes must be beautiful, better material and style to the new. So, I like to run brand-name stores, as long as the fancy, and would be willing to spend money. To this end, her husband taunted me: You are really generous, buy clothes and even the eyes are blinking. Like that of my colleagues said, women buy clothes to start with their own ruthless point.
Saddle horse ornaments were decorated clothing, dress appropriately generous, can show a person's temperament, intrinsic and well cultured. I really care about matching colors and styles, be upside down with harmony, and gives a sense of beauty. Therefore, I hope to wear out the clothes are self-confident, unique.
Later, I fancy a horse black lotus dew point of the summer white shirt, tulle sleeves, shrink the bottom, relaxed seating arrangement, a small V-shaped collar, it and me. Female shop owner looked at me about the man in the mirror and said: "This dress, you look very elegant to wear." Feels pretty good, I bought down. I think the following paragraph accompanied by a Korean version of loose white trousers, pedal high heels, it should be good results.
I mention the clothes home, nearly seven, her husband was not at home, I called to tell him: I bought new clothes, let him money or. He said the home at that. He has been very generous, as long as I want to buy clothes, he was most willing to sponsor. In fact, my home is my palm with economic power it is mainly to him of robbing the people involved.
These two days, tired. Finished "Sadness Zhuo Wenjun" article, I would pretty tired. Yongnaoguodu, poor sleep (as I like sleeping), resulting in dizzy during the day.
Afternoon meeting to end, I go shopping, relax. I want to buy two coats.
Since the spring, I have repeatedly run the clothing store, but do not buy clothes that fit. Chun-neck short, and many clothing store owner not into spring, so that is last year's Chenhuo large. Style and material, all I despise, and emphasis on young women's clothing, decorative, mosaic, slim, short, mostly I do not love.
The family closet, hanging me a lot of clothes, but by the time the season changed, or feeling of nothing to wear, I suspect that it is not new clothes right. Through repulsive, gave the young girl, she put down like when the baby back home.
Clothes, more attention to grades, and buy the clothes must be beautiful, better material and style to the new. So, I like to run brand-name stores, as long as the fancy, and would be willing to spend money. To this end, her husband taunted me: You are really generous, buy clothes and even the eyes are blinking. Like that of my colleagues said, women buy clothes to start with their own ruthless point.
Saddle horse ornaments were decorated clothing, dress appropriately generous, can show a person's temperament, intrinsic and well cultured. I really care about matching colors and styles, be upside down with harmony, and gives a sense of beauty. Therefore, I hope to wear out the clothes are self-confident, unique.
Later, I fancy a horse black lotus dew point of the summer white shirt, tulle sleeves, shrink the bottom, relaxed seating arrangement, a small V-shaped collar, it and me. Female shop owner looked at me about the man in the mirror and said: "This dress, you look very elegant to wear." Feels pretty good, I bought down. I think the following paragraph accompanied by a Korean version of loose white trousers, pedal high heels, it should be good results.
I mention the clothes home, nearly seven, her husband was not at home, I called to tell him: I bought new clothes, let him money or. He said the home at that. He has been very generous, as long as I want to buy clothes, he was most willing to sponsor. In fact, my home is my palm with economic power it is mainly to him of robbing the people involved.
Flower language
2010.4.5 Sun
Afternoon, I took my daughter to the east end zone in a circle. Ching Ming Festival, martyrs mausoleum full of tourists, but the environment is out of the unsightly, plastic bags, paper floor. My daughter and I went into the garden, they rushed out.
I rode the tram with her daughter to the plaza in front, where Yang Liu Yiyi, small bridges, there are 3,322 people sitting or walking. I took out the camera keep the beat wicker. When the willow light yellow Ban Lou, I want to do a series of new willow branches, but none of trip time and time again. "Jasper makeup into a tree height, 10,000 green silk sash hanging down." Kacha Kacha, when photographed which stud is pine, I know they are beautiful, there is life.
I also brought her daughter along the road, Dongcheng District, go forward, to reach people's armed forces outside the walls, see the hospital's winter jasmine stunning golden eyes, as well as pink, pink, white flowers, shiny in the sunset Brilliant. I parked it in the people's armed forces at the entrance to see a few guards are looking at me and daughter, I took my digital camera, went to the guard office, smiled, and asked: "Are you in the courtyard of the flowers are beautiful, I want to go拍几张照片, can I? "said one guard enthusiastic:" Yes, you walk in! now poor light, if one or two minutes to enough. "" okay. "I replied with him.
I first came to the hospital wall, where the open garden trees garden trees in the winter jasmine is brilliant, it seems necessary to bend the branches. Numerous Mimizaza golden flowers, Jianbingzhaojian, hand in hand, holds together, heap piles. Gust of wind, the flowers, like naughty children, pushing and shouting, laughing, no better joy.
Later, I shot a white apricot, peach pink, as well as it could not utter the name of the flowers. When I pointed the camera lens which tree gorgeous flowers, I can hear their laughter, fresh blossoming flowers which seem to say: "I bloom, I laugh." When I focus on those flowers only when they feel like people are affectionate intentional. You watch it, it smiles for you; you touch it, it close to you; you whisper it, it will issue laughter.
Flowers to their unique form in nature, blooming with the sweet, without other people's appreciation and applause. Flowers open about that season, already have no regrets.
When I reluctantly left the people's armed forces when the door of the guard, two reports say, "Thank you!" At the door of her praise I said: "I find you strange and exotic." I have no modesty to say: "Of course I heard the beautiful words. do not approached those flowers, how can you hear it? is called depth, and how to observe, you understand? "
Afternoon, I took my daughter to the east end zone in a circle. Ching Ming Festival, martyrs mausoleum full of tourists, but the environment is out of the unsightly, plastic bags, paper floor. My daughter and I went into the garden, they rushed out.
I rode the tram with her daughter to the plaza in front, where Yang Liu Yiyi, small bridges, there are 3,322 people sitting or walking. I took out the camera keep the beat wicker. When the willow light yellow Ban Lou, I want to do a series of new willow branches, but none of trip time and time again. "Jasper makeup into a tree height, 10,000 green silk sash hanging down." Kacha Kacha, when photographed which stud is pine, I know they are beautiful, there is life.
I also brought her daughter along the road, Dongcheng District, go forward, to reach people's armed forces outside the walls, see the hospital's winter jasmine stunning golden eyes, as well as pink, pink, white flowers, shiny in the sunset Brilliant. I parked it in the people's armed forces at the entrance to see a few guards are looking at me and daughter, I took my digital camera, went to the guard office, smiled, and asked: "Are you in the courtyard of the flowers are beautiful, I want to go拍几张照片, can I? "said one guard enthusiastic:" Yes, you walk in! now poor light, if one or two minutes to enough. "" okay. "I replied with him.
I first came to the hospital wall, where the open garden trees garden trees in the winter jasmine is brilliant, it seems necessary to bend the branches. Numerous Mimizaza golden flowers, Jianbingzhaojian, hand in hand, holds together, heap piles. Gust of wind, the flowers, like naughty children, pushing and shouting, laughing, no better joy.
Later, I shot a white apricot, peach pink, as well as it could not utter the name of the flowers. When I pointed the camera lens which tree gorgeous flowers, I can hear their laughter, fresh blossoming flowers which seem to say: "I bloom, I laugh." When I focus on those flowers only when they feel like people are affectionate intentional. You watch it, it smiles for you; you touch it, it close to you; you whisper it, it will issue laughter.
Flowers to their unique form in nature, blooming with the sweet, without other people's appreciation and applause. Flowers open about that season, already have no regrets.
When I reluctantly left the people's armed forces when the door of the guard, two reports say, "Thank you!" At the door of her praise I said: "I find you strange and exotic." I have no modesty to say: "Of course I heard the beautiful words. do not approached those flowers, how can you hear it? is called depth, and how to observe, you understand? "
2010年8月12日星期四
Live up Hing Ning negative Tathagata
The dark night, snow persistence came into my arms the moment, your back is like a twilight sky light and shadow when wild Courtyard, crushing and intense light, let me burst Spiritual trance.
Maji Ami, my beloved girl, from childhood, your warmth as soft grass, and always deeply moved by my thoughts, gentle enough to ripple.
Walking in the rugged mountain road, braving a while Jinsi burst of snow, I think you would like your eyebrows, your eyes moving and your loving words.
Do not laugh at me crazy, I'm just deeply touched by you, and even chord vibration, magic can not be made.
Believe me, the son of farmers from the Tibetan Living Buddha to the snow, to replace the one outfit, has been lingering in my mind is still your flower smile.
Do not question, sitting in the Potala Palace to accept people worship me, to you, is still used to hang around in the markets that fresh young, prayer flags fluttering in the wind under your eyes every day to follow the hot, because I have one and the same Fanxin beings.
Dear Maji Ami, if the Almighty Buddha for my heart is full of wisdom and strength to reach the other side of the firm, then, you're my heart tis white as snow lotus, full of mildly bright mind, the wind suddenly from time to time to help me fly the clouds.
All along, your shadow like the uptrend in the first emerged in the grass, swaying in my eyes breath of spring, eye brow affective stretches, such as rivers grace graceful narcissus, from the U.S. self-sustaining not know it.
Since the fear of sentimental loss holy life, afraid of error Allure into the mountains.
I blame the world outstanding Fan Xin, Unexpectedly, your love me more close to the true meaning of the Buddha. Faith and love always complement each other, not the slightest conflict of personal freedom more than the yoke of bondage.
Longitudinal self-willed people laugh at me, ignoring rules and prohibitions, even worse, shame I did not check on line, call me immoral to play the shamisen Sa, that I am not a woman accompanied the night can not sleep, they did not realize my body clean ring, in Binv never interfere.
People laugh at me, the only you solution to my liking.
Whenever a laugh, the words are a kind of superfluous.
You know, there is a rebellion and was brought to quell them in my body as I stick to one source. Strict discipline and the nature of the conflict, the Qing, the total makes it difficult balance this year in my 20 years of age can not contain the outbreak.
Still remember the day you turn up to the Gurkha Tashilhunpo, along the way my face was clouded, heart, such as a hedge, hit right-left conflict, can not find the exit.
Why should I accept that somehow the monks quit?
No matter how V Panchen Lama pray for persuasion, and his reasons are always too far-fetched, let me speechless, finally got up and running for the door only resolutely out of the main hall in sunlight knock him three outgoing head, and repeatedly say: "contrary to the orders of the division, it Gankui!", and then obsessed with a lot to say and had to leave.
Lama I had an eagle, is the boundless blue sky, why do they trapped under the roof, not far ahead?
So far, I still remember the childhood by the strict religious education received, and the teacher first thought. Sanggyai Gyatso's careful teaching, but the monks have quit anyway so I can not accept love. Maji Ami, I have never betrayed their religious beliefs, but not willing to be the fate of tease, not independence.
Who believe that the ideal survival guide the people I have to accept their own worldly bondage, than mere mortals should not be free?
It is really ridiculous is the fate of erecting a high wall, sharp but not tame the beast was incarcerated, only in the narrow-down position in Suicide self-harm, howling, licking the bleeding wounds, Looking to the horizon and already deeply in the hope, even the words are a mistake!
"If a monk can not return the ring and suffered before the novices quit, I will commit suicide for Tashilhunpo. Both of them, please choose one!" This is my V Panchen Lama said, perhaps too mean enough, but can not so, I believe I know your every cell, can knows quite well.
Streamer rises every day, not to beg for blessing; shaken by the barrel, not for salvation; knock long head of the prostrate, the mountain is not an audience; of Mt ales pagoda ah, not to repair the afterlife, only to touch Maggie Ami your fingertips, feel you everywhere.
So, as long as the night hit, I would altar and secretly eviction, marching passionate soft snow, arrived in Lhasa Barkhor Street in the southeast corner of the side of the Purple Ying Ying taverns to meet you. And you always have quietly sat in a corner, again Smile, as if snow-capped mountains on the bright moon, so I can always glance at the many in the crowd will find you.
Small pub, in our left are sweet memories.
Past such as yesterday, people of pain.
At this moment, the night such as ink, snow storms, I am difficult.
Maji Ami, I love the girl, when I was in my heart calling you like that when your name is on my 眼耳鼻舌身 in reverse back and forth, a hundred thousand turn back more than fragrance.
You in me, before the snow lotus is Buddha, the United States was blinding people. But I tell you, it is a disaster.
Micro-services day I meet you out at night, how can expect early morning Lama iron bar found in the snow was out of step, find the way to my chambers, and then disposed of my personal torture Lama, and the secret of your death.
Maji Ami, my beloved girl, I have killed your abundance of the heart, from four walls, everywhere deserted.
Life always parting, but I did not expect so soon. Childhood to large, red flowers and green leaves you and me is the relationship, without you, how could I live alone?
As supreme leader, the Dalai Lama, but can not protect the woman kindly, and even unable to guard your tomb, with the country, so what?
Snow harder and harder, I again and again, over and over again in my heart calling your name, Maji Ami.
I am so reluctant to you, Maji Ami.
Without you, I can not do anything. Maji Ami.
Part of my body is dead, no longer respond.
Maji Ami, you're not, I can not afford to Zen, the whole world into a container of wet snow-white, empty, nothing, even if a new day coming, I still think it's lonely.
I love the girl Maji Ami, you know that only you one person alone? Everyone and he is not related, and the whole world is gone, even the Buddha is also depressed and withdrew.
So, I can only silence, can only follow you, rather negative as coming to live of State.
Dear Maji Ami, you see, holy lakes of circumambulation in the near front, as pure and noble as you, please let me follow the direction it will pursue you, away from the root of all suffering:
Results association do to make concentric edge, this life is short means lingering.
Invitation to the World meet, then date, jade tree of a juvenile.
Maji Ami, my beloved girl, from childhood, your warmth as soft grass, and always deeply moved by my thoughts, gentle enough to ripple.
Walking in the rugged mountain road, braving a while Jinsi burst of snow, I think you would like your eyebrows, your eyes moving and your loving words.
Do not laugh at me crazy, I'm just deeply touched by you, and even chord vibration, magic can not be made.
Believe me, the son of farmers from the Tibetan Living Buddha to the snow, to replace the one outfit, has been lingering in my mind is still your flower smile.
Do not question, sitting in the Potala Palace to accept people worship me, to you, is still used to hang around in the markets that fresh young, prayer flags fluttering in the wind under your eyes every day to follow the hot, because I have one and the same Fanxin beings.
Dear Maji Ami, if the Almighty Buddha for my heart is full of wisdom and strength to reach the other side of the firm, then, you're my heart tis white as snow lotus, full of mildly bright mind, the wind suddenly from time to time to help me fly the clouds.
All along, your shadow like the uptrend in the first emerged in the grass, swaying in my eyes breath of spring, eye brow affective stretches, such as rivers grace graceful narcissus, from the U.S. self-sustaining not know it.
Since the fear of sentimental loss holy life, afraid of error Allure into the mountains.
I blame the world outstanding Fan Xin, Unexpectedly, your love me more close to the true meaning of the Buddha. Faith and love always complement each other, not the slightest conflict of personal freedom more than the yoke of bondage.
Longitudinal self-willed people laugh at me, ignoring rules and prohibitions, even worse, shame I did not check on line, call me immoral to play the shamisen Sa, that I am not a woman accompanied the night can not sleep, they did not realize my body clean ring, in Binv never interfere.
People laugh at me, the only you solution to my liking.
Whenever a laugh, the words are a kind of superfluous.
You know, there is a rebellion and was brought to quell them in my body as I stick to one source. Strict discipline and the nature of the conflict, the Qing, the total makes it difficult balance this year in my 20 years of age can not contain the outbreak.
Still remember the day you turn up to the Gurkha Tashilhunpo, along the way my face was clouded, heart, such as a hedge, hit right-left conflict, can not find the exit.
Why should I accept that somehow the monks quit?
No matter how V Panchen Lama pray for persuasion, and his reasons are always too far-fetched, let me speechless, finally got up and running for the door only resolutely out of the main hall in sunlight knock him three outgoing head, and repeatedly say: "contrary to the orders of the division, it Gankui!", and then obsessed with a lot to say and had to leave.
Lama I had an eagle, is the boundless blue sky, why do they trapped under the roof, not far ahead?
So far, I still remember the childhood by the strict religious education received, and the teacher first thought. Sanggyai Gyatso's careful teaching, but the monks have quit anyway so I can not accept love. Maji Ami, I have never betrayed their religious beliefs, but not willing to be the fate of tease, not independence.
Who believe that the ideal survival guide the people I have to accept their own worldly bondage, than mere mortals should not be free?
It is really ridiculous is the fate of erecting a high wall, sharp but not tame the beast was incarcerated, only in the narrow-down position in Suicide self-harm, howling, licking the bleeding wounds, Looking to the horizon and already deeply in the hope, even the words are a mistake!
"If a monk can not return the ring and suffered before the novices quit, I will commit suicide for Tashilhunpo. Both of them, please choose one!" This is my V Panchen Lama said, perhaps too mean enough, but can not so, I believe I know your every cell, can knows quite well.
Streamer rises every day, not to beg for blessing; shaken by the barrel, not for salvation; knock long head of the prostrate, the mountain is not an audience; of Mt ales pagoda ah, not to repair the afterlife, only to touch Maggie Ami your fingertips, feel you everywhere.
So, as long as the night hit, I would altar and secretly eviction, marching passionate soft snow, arrived in Lhasa Barkhor Street in the southeast corner of the side of the Purple Ying Ying taverns to meet you. And you always have quietly sat in a corner, again Smile, as if snow-capped mountains on the bright moon, so I can always glance at the many in the crowd will find you.
Small pub, in our left are sweet memories.
Past such as yesterday, people of pain.
At this moment, the night such as ink, snow storms, I am difficult.
Maji Ami, I love the girl, when I was in my heart calling you like that when your name is on my 眼耳鼻舌身 in reverse back and forth, a hundred thousand turn back more than fragrance.
You in me, before the snow lotus is Buddha, the United States was blinding people. But I tell you, it is a disaster.
Micro-services day I meet you out at night, how can expect early morning Lama iron bar found in the snow was out of step, find the way to my chambers, and then disposed of my personal torture Lama, and the secret of your death.
Maji Ami, my beloved girl, I have killed your abundance of the heart, from four walls, everywhere deserted.
Life always parting, but I did not expect so soon. Childhood to large, red flowers and green leaves you and me is the relationship, without you, how could I live alone?
As supreme leader, the Dalai Lama, but can not protect the woman kindly, and even unable to guard your tomb, with the country, so what?
Snow harder and harder, I again and again, over and over again in my heart calling your name, Maji Ami.
I am so reluctant to you, Maji Ami.
Without you, I can not do anything. Maji Ami.
Part of my body is dead, no longer respond.
Maji Ami, you're not, I can not afford to Zen, the whole world into a container of wet snow-white, empty, nothing, even if a new day coming, I still think it's lonely.
I love the girl Maji Ami, you know that only you one person alone? Everyone and he is not related, and the whole world is gone, even the Buddha is also depressed and withdrew.
So, I can only silence, can only follow you, rather negative as coming to live of State.
Dear Maji Ami, you see, holy lakes of circumambulation in the near front, as pure and noble as you, please let me follow the direction it will pursue you, away from the root of all suffering:
Results association do to make concentric edge, this life is short means lingering.
Invitation to the World meet, then date, jade tree of a juvenile.
Brilliant phoenix
In the silence of the night, listening to "water lily", I wrote a man, he lived 370 years BC. Time between us Dangqi layers of waves, Murong Chong, from the river on the other side, feet on the moon from.
Water shimmering, cool moonlight, his heart clearly hate, the wind and then soft, not too dispersed share of deep-seated pain.
That time, the Guanzhong area is the Fu Family in the Former Qin, Tongguan east is family-owned Yan Murong States, Eastern Yangtze River is the site, like the three times of the tripod. After the three set off the war, destroyed the Qin Emperor Fu Jian of Yan State, captured the country quiet Yan Emperor, and his sister Princess Qinghe, his brother Murong Chong, and many Serbs.
Murong Chong Xue Fu UFA, the United States can not be made.
He was born with a person under 10 000 on the top of the prince, 12-year-old has been called the Zhongshan King, given the rank of major Sima powers in their hands. His heart since childhood, high gas, deeply loved their parents, children being called up by Phoenix. Murong family already generations dudes and babes, gene excellent screen Yung Chong is one of the best, there have been "the first person to Five Barbarians 16 Empress Dowager" in the title.
Yan went out before the home did not, while he was is a 12-year-old child.
Records: Kennedy going out early Yan, Chong Qing sister to the Princess, 14 years, with different colors, the firm is satisfied, after the pet crown court. Red in 12, also Longyang postures, but also fortunate for. Sister and brother's pet, into the palace were Mo. As a result, Chang'an town folk everywhere: "One female, one male and complex, Flying into the Purple Palace."
Overnight, the prince's child molestation to the Fu Jian, Mu Rongchong the heart sky high right hand little heavy boy, all day quiet, cautious response, repeated Tolerance.
Dominating the Fu Jian, although with Mu Rongchong Erbinsimo, have never in a clear gesture of equality under his gaze, because he never bow, so even small Murong Chong eyes can not see the hatred and dull pain.
Three years, Murong Chong night polishing his deep hatred, into daggers, Tierou collections, scattered clouds only hope that one day the heavens opened, so that enemies die in their own sword.
Krupp became a minister because of the country destroyed, because of child molestation made stunning. Murong Chong's face, than the death penalty should be declared unacceptable.
He is survived humiliation.
Three years later, Fu Jian Wang Meng in his love would make Murong Chong persuaded the eviction of two years, he served as prefect of the Binh Duong.
Fu Jian is bisexual, while the two siblings have a Murong, but this does not affect his overlord in history to be a wise king, he was down before the Eastern Jin Chen Yan and repeated tolerance, maintaining good posture, For the management of the world, is to take "all common ground," the idea is very rare. This has laid a curse for him, even in later suffered a crushing defeat Feishui battle.
Fu Jian defeat, his body was under the mildly tragic prince Murong Chong Cheng Huan, collected and Xianbei the old unit, through the chaos into the sky, horse riding Guanzhong, brandished a knife and revenge.
Have arrived on time in Murong Chong Fu Jian sent padded gown sent to him, hope he Mindful of the old bed first love.
However, the arrogant king ah, as those of you playing, how can we appreciate and understand the feelings of a toy?
Fu Jian naive love that the two sides, but I did not realize Murong Chong mind hatred, such as ocean-like surging, anxious to cleanse the blood with all this unspeakable shame. If you are free to Delete, then he can not wait to completely empty for three years, totally naked!
Close fight on the battlefield Murong Chong never the armor, but wearing a robe hostile ranks.
Revenge of the fire could not hide his heart a thirst!
Lonely tired at the throne he had no intention, no home can also profound hatred of even the country could not become his enemies are persistent because _______ Murong too many people rushing to the family of recovery of the.
He is obsessed with his former injury, is determined to erase the shame of his life, wants to buy a gesture of fierce enemy of man to death.
So he turned into a hungry condor, entrenched in the airspace of Fu Jian called on day and night shelter, like the city Yuangui died, Ghost, cold to see him panic a blind alley.
He can not hear, the dead soul of Murong Family Tragedy in the sky calling: Phoenix child, Phoenix child, Shek see how numerous, travel Better go back ah!
Could hear nothing, his mind is only a concept like that wash the black mark had heart.
Body in the Siege of Fu Jian, was finally off Murong own specially trusted family heartbroken, angry, under the city were all killed Xianbei.
Murong Chong outside the city is the heart of the flame of revenge to the innocent people who, conniving men plundering the towns and villages razed to the ground, cut off the road, deserted.
He and the world of people who campaign different from others is to win the world, and he just won the Fu Jian. Perhaps, he is ambitious, but the ultimate ambition of all arrived, but an utter hatred.
Eventually, the madness of killing and revenge Murong Chong Fu Jian panic to escape, was finally killed in the new Le Yao Chang Ping Temple.
Smoke signals cleared, several brothers have died, life experience misery of child molestation, and finally the city to the throne room in Afghanistan has become the country's Jagged West Yan Emperor.
Recovery of the country, avenged, but not his withered mind complex.
The face of victory, Murong Chong mind empty, eyes as white as day.
Legend, Phoenix saw the Indus, often down to rest, to bamboo for food. Today, he resides A green dressing room, covered with a parasol with bamboo. Phoenix and he really is only child, after ashes after the ordeal, but unfortunately I can not, too pernicious Nirvana.
Rub by turning the fate of the Murong Chong, Fu Jian, life had been firmly nailed to shame, even the hint of retaliation are not happy.
Tragedy can be a sniffle, and Yuan Wang to Angelica. But he never found former self.
Shortly after his death in Fu Jian, he also will destroy than tragic life oppressive.
Time across the river, I saw, were caught, he walked, the water in the moonlight shadow, it remains that the United States, such as moonlight, worldly little prince, Jian Mei picturesque, the United States can not be made.
Water shimmering, cool moonlight, his heart clearly hate, the wind and then soft, not too dispersed share of deep-seated pain.
That time, the Guanzhong area is the Fu Family in the Former Qin, Tongguan east is family-owned Yan Murong States, Eastern Yangtze River is the site, like the three times of the tripod. After the three set off the war, destroyed the Qin Emperor Fu Jian of Yan State, captured the country quiet Yan Emperor, and his sister Princess Qinghe, his brother Murong Chong, and many Serbs.
Murong Chong Xue Fu UFA, the United States can not be made.
He was born with a person under 10 000 on the top of the prince, 12-year-old has been called the Zhongshan King, given the rank of major Sima powers in their hands. His heart since childhood, high gas, deeply loved their parents, children being called up by Phoenix. Murong family already generations dudes and babes, gene excellent screen Yung Chong is one of the best, there have been "the first person to Five Barbarians 16 Empress Dowager" in the title.
Yan went out before the home did not, while he was is a 12-year-old child.
Records: Kennedy going out early Yan, Chong Qing sister to the Princess, 14 years, with different colors, the firm is satisfied, after the pet crown court. Red in 12, also Longyang postures, but also fortunate for. Sister and brother's pet, into the palace were Mo. As a result, Chang'an town folk everywhere: "One female, one male and complex, Flying into the Purple Palace."
Overnight, the prince's child molestation to the Fu Jian, Mu Rongchong the heart sky high right hand little heavy boy, all day quiet, cautious response, repeated Tolerance.
Dominating the Fu Jian, although with Mu Rongchong Erbinsimo, have never in a clear gesture of equality under his gaze, because he never bow, so even small Murong Chong eyes can not see the hatred and dull pain.
Three years, Murong Chong night polishing his deep hatred, into daggers, Tierou collections, scattered clouds only hope that one day the heavens opened, so that enemies die in their own sword.
Krupp became a minister because of the country destroyed, because of child molestation made stunning. Murong Chong's face, than the death penalty should be declared unacceptable.
He is survived humiliation.
Three years later, Fu Jian Wang Meng in his love would make Murong Chong persuaded the eviction of two years, he served as prefect of the Binh Duong.
Fu Jian is bisexual, while the two siblings have a Murong, but this does not affect his overlord in history to be a wise king, he was down before the Eastern Jin Chen Yan and repeated tolerance, maintaining good posture, For the management of the world, is to take "all common ground," the idea is very rare. This has laid a curse for him, even in later suffered a crushing defeat Feishui battle.
Fu Jian defeat, his body was under the mildly tragic prince Murong Chong Cheng Huan, collected and Xianbei the old unit, through the chaos into the sky, horse riding Guanzhong, brandished a knife and revenge.
Have arrived on time in Murong Chong Fu Jian sent padded gown sent to him, hope he Mindful of the old bed first love.
However, the arrogant king ah, as those of you playing, how can we appreciate and understand the feelings of a toy?
Fu Jian naive love that the two sides, but I did not realize Murong Chong mind hatred, such as ocean-like surging, anxious to cleanse the blood with all this unspeakable shame. If you are free to Delete, then he can not wait to completely empty for three years, totally naked!
Close fight on the battlefield Murong Chong never the armor, but wearing a robe hostile ranks.
Revenge of the fire could not hide his heart a thirst!
Lonely tired at the throne he had no intention, no home can also profound hatred of even the country could not become his enemies are persistent because _______ Murong too many people rushing to the family of recovery of the.
He is obsessed with his former injury, is determined to erase the shame of his life, wants to buy a gesture of fierce enemy of man to death.
So he turned into a hungry condor, entrenched in the airspace of Fu Jian called on day and night shelter, like the city Yuangui died, Ghost, cold to see him panic a blind alley.
He can not hear, the dead soul of Murong Family Tragedy in the sky calling: Phoenix child, Phoenix child, Shek see how numerous, travel Better go back ah!
Could hear nothing, his mind is only a concept like that wash the black mark had heart.
Body in the Siege of Fu Jian, was finally off Murong own specially trusted family heartbroken, angry, under the city were all killed Xianbei.
Murong Chong outside the city is the heart of the flame of revenge to the innocent people who, conniving men plundering the towns and villages razed to the ground, cut off the road, deserted.
He and the world of people who campaign different from others is to win the world, and he just won the Fu Jian. Perhaps, he is ambitious, but the ultimate ambition of all arrived, but an utter hatred.
Eventually, the madness of killing and revenge Murong Chong Fu Jian panic to escape, was finally killed in the new Le Yao Chang Ping Temple.
Smoke signals cleared, several brothers have died, life experience misery of child molestation, and finally the city to the throne room in Afghanistan has become the country's Jagged West Yan Emperor.
Recovery of the country, avenged, but not his withered mind complex.
The face of victory, Murong Chong mind empty, eyes as white as day.
Legend, Phoenix saw the Indus, often down to rest, to bamboo for food. Today, he resides A green dressing room, covered with a parasol with bamboo. Phoenix and he really is only child, after ashes after the ordeal, but unfortunately I can not, too pernicious Nirvana.
Rub by turning the fate of the Murong Chong, Fu Jian, life had been firmly nailed to shame, even the hint of retaliation are not happy.
Tragedy can be a sniffle, and Yuan Wang to Angelica. But he never found former self.
Shortly after his death in Fu Jian, he also will destroy than tragic life oppressive.
Time across the river, I saw, were caught, he walked, the water in the moonlight shadow, it remains that the United States, such as moonlight, worldly little prince, Jian Mei picturesque, the United States can not be made.
Permanent stranger
Rain has been in the next two days to keep the ground pulling days feel tears, as if to fall.
Listening to the rain crashed, my heart is not consciously over the mountains, the eternal pursuit of the stranger again and again, the total could not find return.
Not mean to indulge his thoughts, only the rain outside the window is too precarious.
Long lost stranger, do you still remember me?
I used to wade from the travelers that, at the foot of Huan Huan river, with strong body and healthy smile, but also sing old-fashioned love songs.
Since you and I get lost in the wind after my Qunjiao no longer in the wind has not started, the window of jasmine blade Liebo heard me singing, neighbors poodle clearly keen to stray, I do not know. I sometimes drunk, sometimes jump Scattered dance, radiator uncertain. Roadside fortune teller is always a look of helpless looking at me, how could he know my heart, who opened the Ya-Ya ulterior motives only allow you to gently release, a story of the green.
The memory of those waist, like Pandora's box, always coming to snatch time, I can not help but step one back, no more time to envisage the future.
Therefore, I refuse to remember.
Hand picked up a pen on paper without thinking of leaving black mark on the written word was actually free to your name, it makes me extremely depressed.
Not correct the two square, in the brush and pen in the pen gesture meaning there is no decent place, now seems more vivid than all the nouns, verbs more perfect than all, like the white poppy fields were fatal swagger temptation, I am just looking at them you can see the edge of hiding and high spirits.
So, I had to think before, like dreams, and with the fog of the southern face.
That's my paradise.
From the courtyard to the building have been disseminated classic sad when the night come, the moonlight on the waves and come down, extremely soft to light the desolate time and deserting my love ______ it is you go, God pity me loneliness.
If I can, I really want to time the butterfly into a positive, warm sun hung; the back, the stars blinking, flying in heaven every day, tired, I went through the wind, through the wet past lives, quietly curled up in your palm, creamy love all the admiration, accompanied by running the day, wake-up human well-being of all.
Out at the rain pounding the window edge, so I woke up from the fantasy and face reality, I can not help but sigh, can not be discouraged, like a small wounded animal.
Yes, I like a wounded animal crouching in the corner of a small, looked at more and more low clouds, smell the smell pervades the air, alone, healing, and then quietly in the bottom of my heart to you.
All thoughts, germination in smoke water south unrestrained atmosphere, profit can not hold heavy can not move.
Because I love you, because love is not enough good in this world, my body every day light, almost as a dust.
And you, my eternal stranger, in my eyes the brightest light in the stands, in my every breath and bowed deep and shallow, near or far.
Do you still love me lavish whispered singing? Still carry a poor family love me?
Front of the city's rain as life and death, moments come and go, no one answered.
Thunder came, my tears rolled down the skirt, the front of the rain only rampant, frivolous wind, you do not, you are everywhere.
Throw away all the concerns on the bag of gold pirate ship will not have them, whether it be wind and rain illness, I have to gallop to you, toward your arms and muses cry of a humble little man ________ children just fell into the arms of grief you cry this stranger, so that the birds stop flying, so that all the lakes in this moment can be quiet breathing, all the flowers temporarily stop all regards.
Love will make people strong. Believe me, I just could not stop tears moment.
Listening to the rain crashed, my heart is not consciously over the mountains, the eternal pursuit of the stranger again and again, the total could not find return.
Not mean to indulge his thoughts, only the rain outside the window is too precarious.
Long lost stranger, do you still remember me?
I used to wade from the travelers that, at the foot of Huan Huan river, with strong body and healthy smile, but also sing old-fashioned love songs.
Since you and I get lost in the wind after my Qunjiao no longer in the wind has not started, the window of jasmine blade Liebo heard me singing, neighbors poodle clearly keen to stray, I do not know. I sometimes drunk, sometimes jump Scattered dance, radiator uncertain. Roadside fortune teller is always a look of helpless looking at me, how could he know my heart, who opened the Ya-Ya ulterior motives only allow you to gently release, a story of the green.
The memory of those waist, like Pandora's box, always coming to snatch time, I can not help but step one back, no more time to envisage the future.
Therefore, I refuse to remember.
Hand picked up a pen on paper without thinking of leaving black mark on the written word was actually free to your name, it makes me extremely depressed.
Not correct the two square, in the brush and pen in the pen gesture meaning there is no decent place, now seems more vivid than all the nouns, verbs more perfect than all, like the white poppy fields were fatal swagger temptation, I am just looking at them you can see the edge of hiding and high spirits.
So, I had to think before, like dreams, and with the fog of the southern face.
That's my paradise.
From the courtyard to the building have been disseminated classic sad when the night come, the moonlight on the waves and come down, extremely soft to light the desolate time and deserting my love ______ it is you go, God pity me loneliness.
If I can, I really want to time the butterfly into a positive, warm sun hung; the back, the stars blinking, flying in heaven every day, tired, I went through the wind, through the wet past lives, quietly curled up in your palm, creamy love all the admiration, accompanied by running the day, wake-up human well-being of all.
Out at the rain pounding the window edge, so I woke up from the fantasy and face reality, I can not help but sigh, can not be discouraged, like a small wounded animal.
Yes, I like a wounded animal crouching in the corner of a small, looked at more and more low clouds, smell the smell pervades the air, alone, healing, and then quietly in the bottom of my heart to you.
All thoughts, germination in smoke water south unrestrained atmosphere, profit can not hold heavy can not move.
Because I love you, because love is not enough good in this world, my body every day light, almost as a dust.
And you, my eternal stranger, in my eyes the brightest light in the stands, in my every breath and bowed deep and shallow, near or far.
Do you still love me lavish whispered singing? Still carry a poor family love me?
Front of the city's rain as life and death, moments come and go, no one answered.
Thunder came, my tears rolled down the skirt, the front of the rain only rampant, frivolous wind, you do not, you are everywhere.
Throw away all the concerns on the bag of gold pirate ship will not have them, whether it be wind and rain illness, I have to gallop to you, toward your arms and muses cry of a humble little man ________ children just fell into the arms of grief you cry this stranger, so that the birds stop flying, so that all the lakes in this moment can be quiet breathing, all the flowers temporarily stop all regards.
Love will make people strong. Believe me, I just could not stop tears moment.
Lyrics of the emperor
Clouds of time, the vegetation nobody.
Gown with a lapel, Li Yu sat quietly beside the Yangtze River, gazing Yuan Wang, Xin Youyu ring I do not say anything.
Jiang upper hand high, waves, rapids ......
Across the Straits smoke curl upwards, flying happiness, peacefulness in the south were beautiful, graceful figure, looked around.
Some loss, some surprises, from his eyes flashed.
Taotao of the river despite flowing from the heart, lyrics of the emperor sitting on the shore, quietly overlooking the green grass beside the heart empty, like an empty music.
The face of the country so rich in beauty, his eyes shedding tears, it is not the courage to stand up.
From the vast to frequently review of Jiang Bo, 42 planted as if time just hearsay.
Former Phoenix Court Lung Lau, Diaolan jade puzzle, once the car is like running water Ma Ju-lung is dejected, drifting across the Yangtze River, fly down south, into continuous drizzle, as he arms endless sorrow Green with home quietly Run .
Has the hate, the sadness was all last night and Soul, the winding, deep. Only now, he does not say, say nothing.
Do not come to spring and a half, striking Rouchang off.
Trance, the two sisters of the shadows Zhou, suddenly a memory successively step and to let him bear patiently the tears beginning to fall in the grass.
The number of Yanzhi Lei, phase remain drunk all pay Misty.
At this moment, sitting quietly Li Yu River, the river front with Taotao have to wear space rocks have Jingtao making waves, they do not, they are everywhere.
Hearts full of love is more lengthy than the river flows more intense, that he trembled in the wind some, such as a leaf, front and back are filled with the beautiful words, rain of love.
It turned out much earlier than the withered grass and trees of life.
Feng out get to the bottom, the remaining water in the moonlight shadows, he is still the United States, such as moonlight, full of talent in the lyrics king. He had never run away, his life remained in the bottom edge of the moss stone as soft Sentimental.
In front of this country, that country is still what it was and what time to actually change the face of stealing, so U.S. has become so prosperous?
No one can answer, just a green country thousands of miles and then green, as in his mind the splash-ink south.
Listening, how the wind came the cheerful melody, so that Li Yu's mouth can not help but smile showing a ray, then moving, such as an opening in the cliffs of the Mountain Flower.
South, more crucial than ever romantic.
Gown with a lapel, Li Yu sat quietly beside the Yangtze River, gazing Yuan Wang, Xin Youyu ring I do not say anything.
Jiang upper hand high, waves, rapids ......
Across the Straits smoke curl upwards, flying happiness, peacefulness in the south were beautiful, graceful figure, looked around.
Some loss, some surprises, from his eyes flashed.
Taotao of the river despite flowing from the heart, lyrics of the emperor sitting on the shore, quietly overlooking the green grass beside the heart empty, like an empty music.
The face of the country so rich in beauty, his eyes shedding tears, it is not the courage to stand up.
From the vast to frequently review of Jiang Bo, 42 planted as if time just hearsay.
Former Phoenix Court Lung Lau, Diaolan jade puzzle, once the car is like running water Ma Ju-lung is dejected, drifting across the Yangtze River, fly down south, into continuous drizzle, as he arms endless sorrow Green with home quietly Run .
Has the hate, the sadness was all last night and Soul, the winding, deep. Only now, he does not say, say nothing.
Do not come to spring and a half, striking Rouchang off.
Trance, the two sisters of the shadows Zhou, suddenly a memory successively step and to let him bear patiently the tears beginning to fall in the grass.
The number of Yanzhi Lei, phase remain drunk all pay Misty.
At this moment, sitting quietly Li Yu River, the river front with Taotao have to wear space rocks have Jingtao making waves, they do not, they are everywhere.
Hearts full of love is more lengthy than the river flows more intense, that he trembled in the wind some, such as a leaf, front and back are filled with the beautiful words, rain of love.
It turned out much earlier than the withered grass and trees of life.
Feng out get to the bottom, the remaining water in the moonlight shadows, he is still the United States, such as moonlight, full of talent in the lyrics king. He had never run away, his life remained in the bottom edge of the moss stone as soft Sentimental.
In front of this country, that country is still what it was and what time to actually change the face of stealing, so U.S. has become so prosperous?
No one can answer, just a green country thousands of miles and then green, as in his mind the splash-ink south.
Listening, how the wind came the cheerful melody, so that Li Yu's mouth can not help but smile showing a ray, then moving, such as an opening in the cliffs of the Mountain Flower.
South, more crucial than ever romantic.
Huan time if Jianlian
Opened one verse, my mind unconsciously break free the shackles of life, swam the river to time.
Vicissitudes of life between the two sides have China and the United States, such as the bloom is brilliant rose, blossoming enchanting. I hold your breath, afraid to miss any of a fragrance, but also afraid of history lost and found accidentally stabbed a finger injury.
At the moment, a lonely, chilling song, follow Shuiguang rippling wave Yan, Youyuanerjin, again gently: "Mountain ki, Jun Nong shall die, for whom independent living facilities? Huan if Jianlian, the coffin for the Shannon Open. "
A simple verse, "Huashan ki", across time, shaking people's minds.
Song to the effect that the Southern Song Dynasty, a scholar from the Mountain ki to Yunyang, occasionally a woman, from Xiangsichengzai, the last lingering illness, last words to be buried in the Mountain side. Then his family came to Hua Su foot of White Horse car suddenly pull carts cattle could no longer refuse to forward, here is the original home of a woman scholar in love. Women's heard this out, met a scholar coffin, softly Please wait, and then back to room, toilet, shower, and finally singing "Mountain ki" dress out. Coffin tumbling from, Huashan leap the woman, not out.
Flowers of thousands of the world situation, there is a call my God. Your life martyrdom to me, I will take your life also.
Love is not the slightest Youyi calmly, and even strong, inside and outside are the chivalrous style.
He is her favorite, she is his joy, as long as anything is with pleasure, and even death.
Thus, she became full of sad calm, actually pleasant for Shared grief from solved, mouth corner can not help but reveal a smile, hastily as he went.
She as only Thorn Birds, from the moment leave the nest, has been looking for the thorn, until that way, would the rest to himself headlong into the longest and most sharp thorns, branches, one in the wild and singing.
"Huan If Jianlian, the coffin open for the Shannon.", She sang with emotion toward the coffin, finally beyond the pain, sincere songs have eclipsed all of the lark.
A unique song, the music and life verse.
People have Looking back, the whole world to listen, even God has bent smile ......
Curtain in the wind moving the trance, the thinking woman's tragic Huashan, I pity endless.
She blossoms such as Mo, show a ray of deep feeling in the world, people love no, do not put too low.
Mirage of love does not prevent it's beauty admired to this day and craving.
From ancient times, history turned a page after page, only in feelings never change, some long been a little off.
Although it is a materialistic age, pure love as many people do not expect the myth. However, there are always some people still like lotus heart, eager to find a soul and the soul, moments and moment fit so well, then, living in marsh mud to jointing, the wind cry ......
Oars come and go, caught a photo film, who in the early dusk when rowed away, hands will be more than a plum?
Vicissitudes of life between the two sides have China and the United States, such as the bloom is brilliant rose, blossoming enchanting. I hold your breath, afraid to miss any of a fragrance, but also afraid of history lost and found accidentally stabbed a finger injury.
At the moment, a lonely, chilling song, follow Shuiguang rippling wave Yan, Youyuanerjin, again gently: "Mountain ki, Jun Nong shall die, for whom independent living facilities? Huan if Jianlian, the coffin for the Shannon Open. "
A simple verse, "Huashan ki", across time, shaking people's minds.
Song to the effect that the Southern Song Dynasty, a scholar from the Mountain ki to Yunyang, occasionally a woman, from Xiangsichengzai, the last lingering illness, last words to be buried in the Mountain side. Then his family came to Hua Su foot of White Horse car suddenly pull carts cattle could no longer refuse to forward, here is the original home of a woman scholar in love. Women's heard this out, met a scholar coffin, softly Please wait, and then back to room, toilet, shower, and finally singing "Mountain ki" dress out. Coffin tumbling from, Huashan leap the woman, not out.
Flowers of thousands of the world situation, there is a call my God. Your life martyrdom to me, I will take your life also.
Love is not the slightest Youyi calmly, and even strong, inside and outside are the chivalrous style.
He is her favorite, she is his joy, as long as anything is with pleasure, and even death.
Thus, she became full of sad calm, actually pleasant for Shared grief from solved, mouth corner can not help but reveal a smile, hastily as he went.
She as only Thorn Birds, from the moment leave the nest, has been looking for the thorn, until that way, would the rest to himself headlong into the longest and most sharp thorns, branches, one in the wild and singing.
"Huan If Jianlian, the coffin open for the Shannon.", She sang with emotion toward the coffin, finally beyond the pain, sincere songs have eclipsed all of the lark.
A unique song, the music and life verse.
People have Looking back, the whole world to listen, even God has bent smile ......
Curtain in the wind moving the trance, the thinking woman's tragic Huashan, I pity endless.
She blossoms such as Mo, show a ray of deep feeling in the world, people love no, do not put too low.
Mirage of love does not prevent it's beauty admired to this day and craving.
From ancient times, history turned a page after page, only in feelings never change, some long been a little off.
Although it is a materialistic age, pure love as many people do not expect the myth. However, there are always some people still like lotus heart, eager to find a soul and the soul, moments and moment fit so well, then, living in marsh mud to jointing, the wind cry ......
Oars come and go, caught a photo film, who in the early dusk when rowed away, hands will be more than a plum?
Bearing in mind the heart
A cold and windy day, the sky gray with a straight face, landing several flower floating listlessly that melting snow, like a bedridden woman, demoralized.
Cars on the road I do not know tired to run with, ignore the sadness on both sides of the branches and scatter.
Window, wind blowing in our faces from the flash, cool, but you and I sit squeezed together tightly pulled each other's hand, silent, hot roast each other's body temperature is almost this long winter.
New faces on board as a playing card, in exchange for each exchange when to stop, I do not know where they are going, no one knows we are going to separate.
The world is large, we have small, such as sand, only with each other's hand can grip tightly.
Brother, you see, the car window a few fleeting that straw burning heap how crazy, how happy flickering flames, they simply do not understand that low housing floating on top of the billowing smoke Why durable.
"A fire in the snow, looking at the people Bian was warm."
Heard this, I look back to your eyebrows, your eyes, a strong desire to remember with affection.
Really want in a foot of the mountain, a small river, to have a little houses, it is not luxury, accompanied by only green bamboo.
Every day, I look at you can feel at ease in and out, called to my name, look at me with a river of silver carp and tofu to your cook delicious life, so that smoke graceful, like clouds Si Wu, so people are passing the venue and could not bear. We can in the early morning, at dusk, watching kingfishers rest on a verdant branches on the melody of singing, with a smile, greet with aging, brow eyes were calm and very calm.
"It will, as long as you want."
Listen to your dynamic voice, and I _______ in your arms by his brother ah, you know? Your arms, too soft willow, warm the sun.
For you, everything the United States, and even the gods of heaven also the lingering human envy.
However, the whistle sounded, like a handful of salt, sprinkle in the chest.
Brother, cars should reach the station, but I really want, so it has been run on the road, never stops.
You smiled, reaching Long Lelong my tips of the hair, almost wet my eyes: "I am a few days back, good, do not sample."
Car finally stops, and sharp braking sound, people scared.
Get off, swept away by surging crowds you, I stand still, swirling snow on brow condenses into frost, say goodbye to hand down yet, miss a finger on the smooth, with the growth of blood until the deep-seated, until Ming heart.
Cars on the road I do not know tired to run with, ignore the sadness on both sides of the branches and scatter.
Window, wind blowing in our faces from the flash, cool, but you and I sit squeezed together tightly pulled each other's hand, silent, hot roast each other's body temperature is almost this long winter.
New faces on board as a playing card, in exchange for each exchange when to stop, I do not know where they are going, no one knows we are going to separate.
The world is large, we have small, such as sand, only with each other's hand can grip tightly.
Brother, you see, the car window a few fleeting that straw burning heap how crazy, how happy flickering flames, they simply do not understand that low housing floating on top of the billowing smoke Why durable.
"A fire in the snow, looking at the people Bian was warm."
Heard this, I look back to your eyebrows, your eyes, a strong desire to remember with affection.
Really want in a foot of the mountain, a small river, to have a little houses, it is not luxury, accompanied by only green bamboo.
Every day, I look at you can feel at ease in and out, called to my name, look at me with a river of silver carp and tofu to your cook delicious life, so that smoke graceful, like clouds Si Wu, so people are passing the venue and could not bear. We can in the early morning, at dusk, watching kingfishers rest on a verdant branches on the melody of singing, with a smile, greet with aging, brow eyes were calm and very calm.
"It will, as long as you want."
Listen to your dynamic voice, and I _______ in your arms by his brother ah, you know? Your arms, too soft willow, warm the sun.
For you, everything the United States, and even the gods of heaven also the lingering human envy.
However, the whistle sounded, like a handful of salt, sprinkle in the chest.
Brother, cars should reach the station, but I really want, so it has been run on the road, never stops.
You smiled, reaching Long Lelong my tips of the hair, almost wet my eyes: "I am a few days back, good, do not sample."
Car finally stops, and sharp braking sound, people scared.
Get off, swept away by surging crowds you, I stand still, swirling snow on brow condenses into frost, say goodbye to hand down yet, miss a finger on the smooth, with the growth of blood until the deep-seated, until Ming heart.
Ephemera Life
Late at night, shake the wind out of the window the rain illness, my thoughts are wandering far away, free, no Sigui.
You deliberately recommend the song "Station" has been hovering in the ears, tore my heart, and frequently the memory present.
That the wave of the day, those who encounter and parting, and not yellowed with time, but as layers of leaves, the wind out of date, rustling sound, then the bright golden color, eye-catching, so I had to frequently recalled, fondly.
So, beautiful day, because you added to the several melancholy, mood hard to.
Since the sky, you take away all the strong plot, the time has been increasing, but I could not see the future, the longer the light saw the stars, flowers are the color disappeared.
You are an intoxicating flower, often think of you, I felt like a month off the mountain. Like hook on the mountain off in the sand and the cold hard journey, more and more haggard, eventually falling in waves of longing, the bend another corner Zaibu Dong, a lot of worry.
This feeling is wonderful, and very natural, I believe I know every cell of your well knows.
All along, you always want some of my poems more imaginative, but the height of your enterprise and how can I? To this end, I haunt the night in the written word, secretly depressed, the total has to do as intended.
And you still full of confidence, with great patience, always pointing, smiling quietly.
Mei Lanfang has been because of the existence of the lonely hearts, singing to make a human joys and sorrows, and I, because of the wind sent you miss, it was difficult to write something presentable and acceptable numerous poems.
That one song after another poem, which is why one square, you can always by virtue of superior wisdom in a very short period of time to comment and revision, let me scale new heights.
For poetry, we became the shore fish, with thoughts profound feelings.
Those immersed in the written word happiness, love each other the eye that fringed beauty of the river in the night time fragrance.
Better than these, remember the "Flower Drum play" it? Remember fre Why?
Of course, you will not forget, I will not.
You're always sorry to say, the reality of happenings that make himself into a smelly, hard rock, writing to you only as a dream, then no threads are free from the silence.
In fact, you are the favorite and most adept at weaving dreams of people, from your flower arrangement to your conversation I have deep sense of it all.
All of the past have left a mark in the brow heart, not tough to avoid total phase.
But, this ephemera of life, really afraid of love, such as mayflies.
Small mayfly "does not drink do not eat, and died three days.", At which time, it lives only three hours after the larvae hatch in the water to continue to live in the water one to three years to reach the maturity period, then climb towards the shore grass, degenerate into a mayfly, but also after the second transformation, can fly, so they look for spouses, mating and spawning, and then tired to death. Underdeveloped because of the oral cavity, it took two to three years in preparation come after three hours of life, they are not busy drinking food or water.
Ephemera is the most vulnerable and most steadfast love crazy in the biological, it does not ask ever and ever, not after thinking it over, just warm abundance to live. Even the worth of hard work, also body, such as flame, even death can not destroy such a powerful will.
And you and I, but had to think about so many aspects, can only wait and see the world from a tiny office, hard boiled degree years time, the consonance between the Tibetan heart, quietly happy, can not find an exit.
Buddha Day: Four people to have the old bitter parting, never will be sad not worry. So he try hard, you want to receive eternal guiding the people quiet. However, this transcendent realm appears to be simple, easy, how can we make up? Thinking of you, think of the past, I still can not look like a mayfly as a sober, compassionate, to reach a transcendent realm.
Rain was still under the overwhelming, the listening to your favorite "station", a drop of rain to quietly flash into my eyes, crystal 1.
You deliberately recommend the song "Station" has been hovering in the ears, tore my heart, and frequently the memory present.
That the wave of the day, those who encounter and parting, and not yellowed with time, but as layers of leaves, the wind out of date, rustling sound, then the bright golden color, eye-catching, so I had to frequently recalled, fondly.
So, beautiful day, because you added to the several melancholy, mood hard to.
Since the sky, you take away all the strong plot, the time has been increasing, but I could not see the future, the longer the light saw the stars, flowers are the color disappeared.
You are an intoxicating flower, often think of you, I felt like a month off the mountain. Like hook on the mountain off in the sand and the cold hard journey, more and more haggard, eventually falling in waves of longing, the bend another corner Zaibu Dong, a lot of worry.
This feeling is wonderful, and very natural, I believe I know every cell of your well knows.
All along, you always want some of my poems more imaginative, but the height of your enterprise and how can I? To this end, I haunt the night in the written word, secretly depressed, the total has to do as intended.
And you still full of confidence, with great patience, always pointing, smiling quietly.
Mei Lanfang has been because of the existence of the lonely hearts, singing to make a human joys and sorrows, and I, because of the wind sent you miss, it was difficult to write something presentable and acceptable numerous poems.
That one song after another poem, which is why one square, you can always by virtue of superior wisdom in a very short period of time to comment and revision, let me scale new heights.
For poetry, we became the shore fish, with thoughts profound feelings.
Those immersed in the written word happiness, love each other the eye that fringed beauty of the river in the night time fragrance.
Better than these, remember the "Flower Drum play" it? Remember fre Why?
Of course, you will not forget, I will not.
You're always sorry to say, the reality of happenings that make himself into a smelly, hard rock, writing to you only as a dream, then no threads are free from the silence.
In fact, you are the favorite and most adept at weaving dreams of people, from your flower arrangement to your conversation I have deep sense of it all.
All of the past have left a mark in the brow heart, not tough to avoid total phase.
But, this ephemera of life, really afraid of love, such as mayflies.
Small mayfly "does not drink do not eat, and died three days.", At which time, it lives only three hours after the larvae hatch in the water to continue to live in the water one to three years to reach the maturity period, then climb towards the shore grass, degenerate into a mayfly, but also after the second transformation, can fly, so they look for spouses, mating and spawning, and then tired to death. Underdeveloped because of the oral cavity, it took two to three years in preparation come after three hours of life, they are not busy drinking food or water.
Ephemera is the most vulnerable and most steadfast love crazy in the biological, it does not ask ever and ever, not after thinking it over, just warm abundance to live. Even the worth of hard work, also body, such as flame, even death can not destroy such a powerful will.
And you and I, but had to think about so many aspects, can only wait and see the world from a tiny office, hard boiled degree years time, the consonance between the Tibetan heart, quietly happy, can not find an exit.
Buddha Day: Four people to have the old bitter parting, never will be sad not worry. So he try hard, you want to receive eternal guiding the people quiet. However, this transcendent realm appears to be simple, easy, how can we make up? Thinking of you, think of the past, I still can not look like a mayfly as a sober, compassionate, to reach a transcendent realm.
Rain was still under the overwhelming, the listening to your favorite "station", a drop of rain to quietly flash into my eyes, crystal 1.
Long-awaited ru Looking back
First
Spring Festival, the sun gently overlooking the earth, firecrackers mixed with greetings, as the cold wind blowing around like dust, in my four weeks free. North wind roaring past, I am full of desire to not feel its heart is cold and sunny pleasure, starting already early in the dawn, running between the mountains and seas, sang the songs belongs to you, flash jet black the river bank, through frequent brow with Dai forest edge, through the dark depths of the maze, indirect way will you look for.
Nearest you from my heart, the most distant from me, even if the hospitality in the wind will send my call frequently, and always can not reach your side. Close your eyes, I heard his voice: "Where are you ah?", Co-wind, melting into tears river 10 million, the occasion of the Spring Festival, flooding the entire earth.
Two
Complete several flying snow, winter trip to Zhejiang Zhejiang far, not near the pace of the spring, butterflies do not fly, the flowers do not open.
I sat on the grass staring at the sky, yearning for the wings keep on flying, misty, I see that you exist in the world 10,000 light, bright Light, golden to flag fluttered everywhere the warmth of spring Xianle Gone with the Wind Gone with the Wind, and your smile is one of the most beautiful pieces of a Rose. I always at first glance will be able to find you.
Sky by Zhejiang dignified, gray to replace all the colors, more cold, oh my hands warm, still looked to your direction.
Not open to wild birds and keep me company, only the withered leaves my side to write the last spring unfinished, could not bear to leave.
Three
Finally, night falls, break my line of sight. Only sinking, flying still lingers in your heart of heaven, can not find the way home.
And you, just blissful silence, in order to enrich the heavy silence of my heart. In the absence of the moon and the stars in the sky, I sit like stones that were quietly listening to your heart sounds, as patiently as the dark bow Di Mei, sleepless night to gather the thoughts, like the endless sand eventually merged into glittering galaxy, illuminate the entire universe.
I believe that when the morning quietly coming, your voice will cut through the sky, with the gold to the sun pouring down.
Four
Late spring of the future, my dear, you still never heard from again.
Feels like time flies quietly in my eyes, and I was again waiting for it linger. What a pity!
Can not wait, miss my heart has been blooming in the flower, like a lotus, slim, full of a vague feeling of gentle, rippling in the wind out of a strange fragrance, and accompanied by a touch of sadness, so I awakened from the dream.
To leave behind all the hobbled, I bare the road, only to light as small birds, can fly you around one second earlier.
Fool to the exhaustion of cold and cool winds will I stay, calm quiet mountain blocking me want to fly in the footsteps of roadside trees is laid to rest, to tell a difficult journey, and I, what have no time to think, just accelerated pace.
Five
World the way 10 million, each has its own unique landscape, and I know that the only road leading to your article, though, the long way around the thorns and muddy roads, the wind is not a flower, I was willing to go before going, because the footprints are deep and shallow, crooked in a unique process, step by step and you are related.
Anxiously thoughts flow in the foot, extension of time travelers is so unbearably lonely, looking at the front of the eyes of some empty, some confusion, even with attachments. Listen, a distant Ruoyouruowu song, the infection with countless spring, I found that a feeling of surprise along with song flows into the sky, a thorough heart.
Six
Light, my light, just unbearable when I Qiao sad, in my long-awaited time, no tears in my despair, when unexpected.
Oh, bright, my light, co-spring and flowers, and finally presented to my eyes and gently kissed my cheek, the hair between the wound. Heaven open, and clouds flying, the wind wildly, laughter rang through the earth.
Conflict, such as from joy, let me dizzy, I cried, had tears can be so sweet so fine.
Blue butterfly in the sun dance, lilies and azaleas waving in the breeze.
Winter has already run away, I face the sea, with spring.
Seven
And you, just as I turn around, face with a long lost smile, thanks to the widespread.
You to all the first bunch of bright light in there, dim all the sunshine and flowers, the whole world began to retreat, all the voices are gone.
Surging burst of love in mind, flooding, tears blurring my vision.
Looking at you, I dream reminding us of scenes, and as the cool breeze blowing in a summer ivy, trembling more than.
You stand in front of me, as emerge from the darkness to sleep out in the dream, I could not believe my eyes. The warmth of your eyes, finally I Return to the Garden of self, a direct conversion for you.
Eight
Silent spring, the sun delicate.
Legend of thorns brilliant flowers, Kingfisher sounded mildly, I have time to care. Sea Moon Light, waves were blossoming, and I turned a deaf ear.
Only you in my eyes, my ears filled with the laughter hidden. And you drink with your eyes glance my swarthy, tightly grab my hands, so warm You Ran-sheng, red micro-smoked my cheek.
The sea is offering pearls, gold mining gave, spring flower garden show, I enjoy your focus, make the world a better place.
You are days, you are the nest, two little happiness, such as bird wings, Japan Zhejiang rich.
Nine
Smart you are wayward, naughty, like annoying spring, often let me grief.
You confuse me with the eyes of laughter, let me see your tears.
You use the easy tone relieved my fears, the heavy and the pressure inside cover.
Afraid I do not cherish you, to do everything possible to avoid me.
Afraid I can not see you, you stay away from the crowd, alone pondered.
In every respect, you have asked your best, then, you worked very hard for the next and the next, often deep in thought.
Do not laugh at me silly, not to laugh at me naive, I tried to weave garlands, in the early cold shock, just want to cool with the flower and dew to eliminate your worries. I enjoy to sing, just to share the joys and sorrows of life with you.
You are the best on earth a gold Rose. I embrace you with all the enthusiasm, and you hurt my heart.
Ten
Beautiful flowers in the spring to warm to open, lonely to lose, we are able to look back let the summer hit full.
The earth breathing in the ups and downs in the hot, noisy river on Zhejiang thin, insect noises and singing the earth.
You say he is an eagle, only the sky is the permanent home. You always dream of their lives on horseback, day and night, speeding between heaven and earth, peerless in the martial arts only to save mankind in misery.
Sinister day by day summer sun, the wind hidden among the leaves, no trace of sound, and you, my dear, you and your dreams have grown, housing a little every day, I lay down your arms around, all the Do not wish on your skirts, and then open the doors and windows.
You Chuaizhe your dreams, a smile taken the door, the setting sun finally say goodbye to hand away all my thoughts and hope.
Night hit, mercilessly crushed my heart.
Eleven
From then on, your hands will not touch my hands, on our home Zhejiang barren. Tracy to past is still green, just sprouted a lot of dust. Many days have passed, your breath is still the same as the full moon live in the summer night Fantasy in my dream, the sweet.
I still can not stop the stream of life, through the rapids and Shan Valley, after the battle of good and evil, through thinking, wandering, and desire, along bumpy, sometimes successfully, sometimes fail. I go far, far away, the scene around the strange and often made me feel suffocated, I could not recognize himself.
Your eyes are always sad way street looked at me, make me strong.
In this stormy summer night, past the you if you want sitting next to me, you will find in my eyes, I do not know have been sent by the body's eyes, always watching the piece of the green lane leading to the distance, laughing get some help some reluctance.
Twelve
Quietly, the fall brings color to a beautiful spot Lanna, you both will be victorious return of the message so talkative in the wind spread in every corner.
Your increasing wealth and fame, close your eyes I can see you smile with confidence the way, because your ability to determine the outcome. Ran all the people are eager glimpse of your glory and the head striking the aura of the place you move off, dusty, amazed eyes fell to the floor.
Please forgive me Bierbuxian, please forgive my escape, because my self-esteem and pride are also cumulative, growing, and drove me to accelerate their progress towards a more suitable place of his own as the ultimate river towards the sea.
Thirteen
Do not describe you my heart always together, playing together this song in the first have been interpreted in the life of the overlay, as the combination of needle-like leaves, is always the most beautiful scenery.
Only now, past the tunes on the new strings have been misplaced. My eyes filled with tears, your fingertips on the initial feelings always stay in the old string, the longer it did not fit into the new melody.
Turbulent years of the river again, the west wind again to urge you to promote from the youth on the shore of the ship of my life, and now still retains this power, on the first play in this autumn waves, I sing that song again, moving songs the beautiful melody repeatedly to find your name ......
Spring Festival, the sun gently overlooking the earth, firecrackers mixed with greetings, as the cold wind blowing around like dust, in my four weeks free. North wind roaring past, I am full of desire to not feel its heart is cold and sunny pleasure, starting already early in the dawn, running between the mountains and seas, sang the songs belongs to you, flash jet black the river bank, through frequent brow with Dai forest edge, through the dark depths of the maze, indirect way will you look for.
Nearest you from my heart, the most distant from me, even if the hospitality in the wind will send my call frequently, and always can not reach your side. Close your eyes, I heard his voice: "Where are you ah?", Co-wind, melting into tears river 10 million, the occasion of the Spring Festival, flooding the entire earth.
Two
Complete several flying snow, winter trip to Zhejiang Zhejiang far, not near the pace of the spring, butterflies do not fly, the flowers do not open.
I sat on the grass staring at the sky, yearning for the wings keep on flying, misty, I see that you exist in the world 10,000 light, bright Light, golden to flag fluttered everywhere the warmth of spring Xianle Gone with the Wind Gone with the Wind, and your smile is one of the most beautiful pieces of a Rose. I always at first glance will be able to find you.
Sky by Zhejiang dignified, gray to replace all the colors, more cold, oh my hands warm, still looked to your direction.
Not open to wild birds and keep me company, only the withered leaves my side to write the last spring unfinished, could not bear to leave.
Three
Finally, night falls, break my line of sight. Only sinking, flying still lingers in your heart of heaven, can not find the way home.
And you, just blissful silence, in order to enrich the heavy silence of my heart. In the absence of the moon and the stars in the sky, I sit like stones that were quietly listening to your heart sounds, as patiently as the dark bow Di Mei, sleepless night to gather the thoughts, like the endless sand eventually merged into glittering galaxy, illuminate the entire universe.
I believe that when the morning quietly coming, your voice will cut through the sky, with the gold to the sun pouring down.
Four
Late spring of the future, my dear, you still never heard from again.
Feels like time flies quietly in my eyes, and I was again waiting for it linger. What a pity!
Can not wait, miss my heart has been blooming in the flower, like a lotus, slim, full of a vague feeling of gentle, rippling in the wind out of a strange fragrance, and accompanied by a touch of sadness, so I awakened from the dream.
To leave behind all the hobbled, I bare the road, only to light as small birds, can fly you around one second earlier.
Fool to the exhaustion of cold and cool winds will I stay, calm quiet mountain blocking me want to fly in the footsteps of roadside trees is laid to rest, to tell a difficult journey, and I, what have no time to think, just accelerated pace.
Five
World the way 10 million, each has its own unique landscape, and I know that the only road leading to your article, though, the long way around the thorns and muddy roads, the wind is not a flower, I was willing to go before going, because the footprints are deep and shallow, crooked in a unique process, step by step and you are related.
Anxiously thoughts flow in the foot, extension of time travelers is so unbearably lonely, looking at the front of the eyes of some empty, some confusion, even with attachments. Listen, a distant Ruoyouruowu song, the infection with countless spring, I found that a feeling of surprise along with song flows into the sky, a thorough heart.
Six
Light, my light, just unbearable when I Qiao sad, in my long-awaited time, no tears in my despair, when unexpected.
Oh, bright, my light, co-spring and flowers, and finally presented to my eyes and gently kissed my cheek, the hair between the wound. Heaven open, and clouds flying, the wind wildly, laughter rang through the earth.
Conflict, such as from joy, let me dizzy, I cried, had tears can be so sweet so fine.
Blue butterfly in the sun dance, lilies and azaleas waving in the breeze.
Winter has already run away, I face the sea, with spring.
Seven
And you, just as I turn around, face with a long lost smile, thanks to the widespread.
You to all the first bunch of bright light in there, dim all the sunshine and flowers, the whole world began to retreat, all the voices are gone.
Surging burst of love in mind, flooding, tears blurring my vision.
Looking at you, I dream reminding us of scenes, and as the cool breeze blowing in a summer ivy, trembling more than.
You stand in front of me, as emerge from the darkness to sleep out in the dream, I could not believe my eyes. The warmth of your eyes, finally I Return to the Garden of self, a direct conversion for you.
Eight
Silent spring, the sun delicate.
Legend of thorns brilliant flowers, Kingfisher sounded mildly, I have time to care. Sea Moon Light, waves were blossoming, and I turned a deaf ear.
Only you in my eyes, my ears filled with the laughter hidden. And you drink with your eyes glance my swarthy, tightly grab my hands, so warm You Ran-sheng, red micro-smoked my cheek.
The sea is offering pearls, gold mining gave, spring flower garden show, I enjoy your focus, make the world a better place.
You are days, you are the nest, two little happiness, such as bird wings, Japan Zhejiang rich.
Nine
Smart you are wayward, naughty, like annoying spring, often let me grief.
You confuse me with the eyes of laughter, let me see your tears.
You use the easy tone relieved my fears, the heavy and the pressure inside cover.
Afraid I do not cherish you, to do everything possible to avoid me.
Afraid I can not see you, you stay away from the crowd, alone pondered.
In every respect, you have asked your best, then, you worked very hard for the next and the next, often deep in thought.
Do not laugh at me silly, not to laugh at me naive, I tried to weave garlands, in the early cold shock, just want to cool with the flower and dew to eliminate your worries. I enjoy to sing, just to share the joys and sorrows of life with you.
You are the best on earth a gold Rose. I embrace you with all the enthusiasm, and you hurt my heart.
Ten
Beautiful flowers in the spring to warm to open, lonely to lose, we are able to look back let the summer hit full.
The earth breathing in the ups and downs in the hot, noisy river on Zhejiang thin, insect noises and singing the earth.
You say he is an eagle, only the sky is the permanent home. You always dream of their lives on horseback, day and night, speeding between heaven and earth, peerless in the martial arts only to save mankind in misery.
Sinister day by day summer sun, the wind hidden among the leaves, no trace of sound, and you, my dear, you and your dreams have grown, housing a little every day, I lay down your arms around, all the Do not wish on your skirts, and then open the doors and windows.
You Chuaizhe your dreams, a smile taken the door, the setting sun finally say goodbye to hand away all my thoughts and hope.
Night hit, mercilessly crushed my heart.
Eleven
From then on, your hands will not touch my hands, on our home Zhejiang barren. Tracy to past is still green, just sprouted a lot of dust. Many days have passed, your breath is still the same as the full moon live in the summer night Fantasy in my dream, the sweet.
I still can not stop the stream of life, through the rapids and Shan Valley, after the battle of good and evil, through thinking, wandering, and desire, along bumpy, sometimes successfully, sometimes fail. I go far, far away, the scene around the strange and often made me feel suffocated, I could not recognize himself.
Your eyes are always sad way street looked at me, make me strong.
In this stormy summer night, past the you if you want sitting next to me, you will find in my eyes, I do not know have been sent by the body's eyes, always watching the piece of the green lane leading to the distance, laughing get some help some reluctance.
Twelve
Quietly, the fall brings color to a beautiful spot Lanna, you both will be victorious return of the message so talkative in the wind spread in every corner.
Your increasing wealth and fame, close your eyes I can see you smile with confidence the way, because your ability to determine the outcome. Ran all the people are eager glimpse of your glory and the head striking the aura of the place you move off, dusty, amazed eyes fell to the floor.
Please forgive me Bierbuxian, please forgive my escape, because my self-esteem and pride are also cumulative, growing, and drove me to accelerate their progress towards a more suitable place of his own as the ultimate river towards the sea.
Thirteen
Do not describe you my heart always together, playing together this song in the first have been interpreted in the life of the overlay, as the combination of needle-like leaves, is always the most beautiful scenery.
Only now, past the tunes on the new strings have been misplaced. My eyes filled with tears, your fingertips on the initial feelings always stay in the old string, the longer it did not fit into the new melody.
Turbulent years of the river again, the west wind again to urge you to promote from the youth on the shore of the ship of my life, and now still retains this power, on the first play in this autumn waves, I sing that song again, moving songs the beautiful melody repeatedly to find your name ......
My heart
Summer. Mountains.
Rainy evening, you stand of small trees set off upstairs to see light rain and hovering in the mountain surrounded by numerous piles around the soulful to come, the green proudly down from the hill torrents.
Gazing Department, misty cloud falls jian, around the mountainside, again and again wound.
Wind through the rain slanting scattered clouds.
You looked at the hills, watching you, tired of the two incompatible.
Gradually, the heart away from the worries and impulsive, with a long absence, chasing away quietly pleased that no trace of cloud light touch of comfort.
Burst of wind came slowly, awakened by the hospital side of the river down below, the river rock crashed the bamboo cutting old TV drama leaves a total of endless passion with the release.
Hearing, that the eternal stranger's voice, this time through the clouds and fog, will you call softly, doom the call, let the front of this sweet moment the rain into the arms of sorrow ray puzzling.
Gently, the night rolled over from all directions, endless soft, holding the tears can not afford to drop light.
Original, close to mountains, close to the water, nor digestion born by his thoughts.
Little miss was covered with each of the root hair, each moving in his direction, each with their own little weight.
Hair so much, miss so much.
Met this life, he said, just to give you a little love, little over a heartbeat, smaller than a rub shoulders.
And you, a slight smile, contentment, silent.
Is love really that small warm?
Has been, you want to be his soul mate, such as wind Han, Qin month, has always been a never ending poetry, calls for tomorrow's sun, and before the advent of the first ray of sunshine pious meditation, As long as the wind does not turn the foot if the seal of the streamer movement, I believe there will always be a light to be sent to a co-sung by the book.
So you not want to forget him, always dreamed of purple Lime stone out in small flowers, but disappointed that there are always give poetry another light layer of cloud water.
Turn around, sigh.
Come before the mirror, you looked makeup of their own, repeated efforts, is still too reluctant smile.
Out the window, then a gust of wind blow past, the rain is more disease, the river even louder.
Brush the hair from the forehead, some noise from the temptation to make a number of mood sequence, let an almost lyrical voice can not always quiet.
Green sub-pity, Youyouwoxin ......
Trance, you will see the "Book of Songs" in lovely woman clinging Zheng.
She should be a graceful woman, facial features Xie Fei, sleeves Piaofeng, just because of missing, eyes have a lot of hidden bitterness sadness, often think of the man who missed appointments, often in the next month, in the window and began to sing always Ruqirusu, "green sub-pity, Youyouwoxin. I do not go vertical, sub-Ning Si no sound?"
Her voice was like a drama set in the last chamber, affective rolling ......
I kept thinking, you are your own imagination laugh.
Zheng F is not you, you are not her, but you like her believe that turned the office col, we can see the dream garden.
And he will be in spring under the trees of the time diarrhea, with a blue suit, slowly come to your thoughts are dyed blue, green willow like a bank.
So, all that way, just like fairies and Deluxe Link Zixia head confrontation in the city for three days, and finally a kiss in the final bare state of mind.
Rainy evening, you stand of small trees set off upstairs to see light rain and hovering in the mountain surrounded by numerous piles around the soulful to come, the green proudly down from the hill torrents.
Gazing Department, misty cloud falls jian, around the mountainside, again and again wound.
Wind through the rain slanting scattered clouds.
You looked at the hills, watching you, tired of the two incompatible.
Gradually, the heart away from the worries and impulsive, with a long absence, chasing away quietly pleased that no trace of cloud light touch of comfort.
Burst of wind came slowly, awakened by the hospital side of the river down below, the river rock crashed the bamboo cutting old TV drama leaves a total of endless passion with the release.
Hearing, that the eternal stranger's voice, this time through the clouds and fog, will you call softly, doom the call, let the front of this sweet moment the rain into the arms of sorrow ray puzzling.
Gently, the night rolled over from all directions, endless soft, holding the tears can not afford to drop light.
Original, close to mountains, close to the water, nor digestion born by his thoughts.
Little miss was covered with each of the root hair, each moving in his direction, each with their own little weight.
Hair so much, miss so much.
Met this life, he said, just to give you a little love, little over a heartbeat, smaller than a rub shoulders.
And you, a slight smile, contentment, silent.
Is love really that small warm?
Has been, you want to be his soul mate, such as wind Han, Qin month, has always been a never ending poetry, calls for tomorrow's sun, and before the advent of the first ray of sunshine pious meditation, As long as the wind does not turn the foot if the seal of the streamer movement, I believe there will always be a light to be sent to a co-sung by the book.
So you not want to forget him, always dreamed of purple Lime stone out in small flowers, but disappointed that there are always give poetry another light layer of cloud water.
Turn around, sigh.
Come before the mirror, you looked makeup of their own, repeated efforts, is still too reluctant smile.
Out the window, then a gust of wind blow past, the rain is more disease, the river even louder.
Brush the hair from the forehead, some noise from the temptation to make a number of mood sequence, let an almost lyrical voice can not always quiet.
Green sub-pity, Youyouwoxin ......
Trance, you will see the "Book of Songs" in lovely woman clinging Zheng.
She should be a graceful woman, facial features Xie Fei, sleeves Piaofeng, just because of missing, eyes have a lot of hidden bitterness sadness, often think of the man who missed appointments, often in the next month, in the window and began to sing always Ruqirusu, "green sub-pity, Youyouwoxin. I do not go vertical, sub-Ning Si no sound?"
Her voice was like a drama set in the last chamber, affective rolling ......
I kept thinking, you are your own imagination laugh.
Zheng F is not you, you are not her, but you like her believe that turned the office col, we can see the dream garden.
And he will be in spring under the trees of the time diarrhea, with a blue suit, slowly come to your thoughts are dyed blue, green willow like a bank.
So, all that way, just like fairies and Deluxe Link Zixia head confrontation in the city for three days, and finally a kiss in the final bare state of mind.
Night stand
Summer.
In the evening, I went to the lake walk Guangxi.
As always Guihu still lying on the, take it lightly with, not because of the harassment of visitors and have the slightest annoyance, like the demure elegance, like the cool calm.
Looking at a lake Bik, no matter how anxious you are, how restless, the heart will gradually calm down and let the thoughts fly, allowing the shuttle back and let the memories go of some uncertain again, came and went.
Away from the hustle and bustle, I quietly walk, a pool of lotus leaves around it will come quietly, a piece of green bark, like diarrhea of the spring, swing in the breeze out of layers of waves, give birth again and chill.
Excitedly to see the newly sprung several flower lotus, carrying a tie down Song, comes from the ancient ford, between the leaves alone, Kingston, do not worry is fear. I looked again I hope, the total can not bear to look away, as if it were seen for a long-lost friends, long familiar concept in mind, as has been cordial.
Trance, I saw you, look for a ray of subtle fragrance, supporting a green pole, since the water came, soulful smile, when I was about to call you, but nowhere to be found.
Who are you? Why is the total uncertainty at a time into my heart, only a Yudi easily on the wind in the Tang style, wind the Song Yun, lingering in the wind and loads of singing flowers swaying the heart to do the United States?
Is boat which leaves only the spring is not set containing Why worry?
Grip breeze, I searching, and you just aloof, smiling, speechless.
Finally, the night hit, Xiao-Feng Fu month.
Fragmented mind, converging fragmented text, greets into tears, Tang Chu winding river.
So, thinking bunch, horizontal in the water, people are lonely.
His back, it reminds me of a waxing crescent one night last year, you face a lake blue water, the letter I Yinchu a poem:
Body, lake walk
Shadow, Spirit Lake under
Wind side of catkins, bent sickle
Do not seem so light
Moon Lake is just that
Anxious sky
Lake as a mirror
Has had a wave of evil
Stretch can not, in brings tears torture
Soon as frightened Ming
Subsolar the evening
I exclaimed endless for your whim, you do advocate self-written name for the poem: night stand.
You laugh, but where's marriage, then where's the edge?
Heart health, such as you and me!
......
That love that scene is still vivid in my mind, only this time want to come but if the rising crescent eyes, elusive, makes lips remain melancholy air.
Like a Song singing, sad only is the soul.
Command to the very mysterious miss, I rush to move forward, but that spring, then south, the young, is still firmly in the chase came to me again and again display poetic.
So, really looking forward to, in a dusk copies courtyard unlatched, the wind, you like a track peach dream, people pretty smile ......
Since then, students, lakeside walk; death, the soul under the lake.
In the evening, I went to the lake walk Guangxi.
As always Guihu still lying on the, take it lightly with, not because of the harassment of visitors and have the slightest annoyance, like the demure elegance, like the cool calm.
Looking at a lake Bik, no matter how anxious you are, how restless, the heart will gradually calm down and let the thoughts fly, allowing the shuttle back and let the memories go of some uncertain again, came and went.
Away from the hustle and bustle, I quietly walk, a pool of lotus leaves around it will come quietly, a piece of green bark, like diarrhea of the spring, swing in the breeze out of layers of waves, give birth again and chill.
Excitedly to see the newly sprung several flower lotus, carrying a tie down Song, comes from the ancient ford, between the leaves alone, Kingston, do not worry is fear. I looked again I hope, the total can not bear to look away, as if it were seen for a long-lost friends, long familiar concept in mind, as has been cordial.
Trance, I saw you, look for a ray of subtle fragrance, supporting a green pole, since the water came, soulful smile, when I was about to call you, but nowhere to be found.
Who are you? Why is the total uncertainty at a time into my heart, only a Yudi easily on the wind in the Tang style, wind the Song Yun, lingering in the wind and loads of singing flowers swaying the heart to do the United States?
Is boat which leaves only the spring is not set containing Why worry?
Grip breeze, I searching, and you just aloof, smiling, speechless.
Finally, the night hit, Xiao-Feng Fu month.
Fragmented mind, converging fragmented text, greets into tears, Tang Chu winding river.
So, thinking bunch, horizontal in the water, people are lonely.
His back, it reminds me of a waxing crescent one night last year, you face a lake blue water, the letter I Yinchu a poem:
Body, lake walk
Shadow, Spirit Lake under
Wind side of catkins, bent sickle
Do not seem so light
Moon Lake is just that
Anxious sky
Lake as a mirror
Has had a wave of evil
Stretch can not, in brings tears torture
Soon as frightened Ming
Subsolar the evening
I exclaimed endless for your whim, you do advocate self-written name for the poem: night stand.
You laugh, but where's marriage, then where's the edge?
Heart health, such as you and me!
......
That love that scene is still vivid in my mind, only this time want to come but if the rising crescent eyes, elusive, makes lips remain melancholy air.
Like a Song singing, sad only is the soul.
Command to the very mysterious miss, I rush to move forward, but that spring, then south, the young, is still firmly in the chase came to me again and again display poetic.
So, really looking forward to, in a dusk copies courtyard unlatched, the wind, you like a track peach dream, people pretty smile ......
Since then, students, lakeside walk; death, the soul under the lake.
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