The early winter, the earth warming Yang shines light, wind gently cloud, the bird sings, the leaves they do dance, the flowers smile...... The heart is then becomes languid is lazy and quiet!
Inclined squint lift eye, looking up to heaven, the sky is the vast expanse of the light blue, that is the impression of warm, I don't * * glad that he can pass through desolate heart found this for a long time with a rare warm, empty heart it also become empty spirit, light and clever, elegant in the universe to float in the sky, dispel the hidden deep in the heart of the haze, releases for so long I like water flow to the bubbling.
Walking in the street, the situation is not * * fingers on the light is sweeping the roadside green belts, cool fingertips to heart, whole body, the body becomes throughout all pure and fresh and full of vitality. Because love great that an emerald green, that is the color of life, malicious to took off a marked on the lips closed my eyes do the deep breathing, continuously faint scent, refreshing suddenly think, that moment in all the happy sorrow, can drop in heart were flung open and I just want to enjoy that a pure and fresh static.
Came to feel more blue, the clouds tiantai, wind, I and the sky more soft closer. Close your eye head his arms around his blue sky, fly, in the heart of the posture of the dream had fly is far too high, the dream is beautiful, only I can understand beauty. Overlooking the road traffic of stream of people, my only a no to think more about how they are in the hard, the only regrets is busy (a nice living 20 days of time, I see to my mind so profoundly and heartache life injury and dies, five or six years old of school-age children and young men in their 20 s life), as long as you are alive, things will have hope, love, career success,, or a happy......
The corner of the tiantai actually get out of a small piece of the strong green, I run to their surprise, and in their hands carefully look at, deep grain appearing they growth of hardship, blowing in the wind in dark yellow indicates the life of growing old. But, they never gave up the survival of the will. The wind they never famous place here, and they bring it in and to fall to the ground to take root, blossom one season, beautiful one season, a warm season. Although do not know the next spring where we would, as rain pouring, the wind is wanton attractive XiJinQianHua frantic is still very poised.
Have a good not write, not don't want to, but don't want to put our imagined too and desolate, so I try to gather up those sad past, the endless tears and that I can't see the other end forever of peace. I hide the tears and sorrow, to those who can finish the day with a smile. A mirror to raise your mouth, which originally to smile or laugh and not so hard, I face hasn't been covered with sorrow, my eyes can still see ray of hope. Once that enough trails destruction hopeless I finally began to slowly recover.
Just think you or will do the homework every day. Although it was hard to think you heartache and melancholy, also can't help an age-old legend, but at least no longer entanglements, no longer dilemma. Received from the screen that you sent greetings and best wishes, although heart or the ripples, will have the wet eyes full of sorrow, but at least no longer is in flood. I can calm to tell you: "I is very good, alive!" And then a shallow smile on his face, the in the mind has a relaxed the guilty. At least we deep love, maybe later still love, silently this better than these life self-closing killed the life. At least we still at both ends of the screen, still can lightly to say: "how are you?" , so good!!!!! B: that's good!!!!!
Without love, I put the night days as the elegant and wonderful veil, * * sing into beautiful poems, the nightmares stopped into my heart expect pictures...... That I should also can get dull but life has become like water and clear and simple as comfortable, it is other people cannot understand crafted and indeed broken.
Without love, gazing at the day of the month, while the round as I like frost heart, lonesome heart suddenly feel that with his company I no longer lonely. Look at the all over the sky stars in blinked continually, as if my heart truly telling, suddenly feel find the words with his friend, the night for me to remember fondly you long to say. That moment, and heart a firm voice tell myself: I am not alone!
No love day, or for his people, to the noisy streets to. Pick a favorite clothes, change a to shine at the new hair style, in the mirror to turn on a few laps, trying to smile, found the time to be particularly, I was always never wear cosmetics of I still has a unique relaxed and clean simple, without any soft charming made, not sedulous decorate, the years of cruel cruel reality and not the my true fades. Originally, sorrow is not can't change, although happiness is long-unseen rare. Fragile not can not be changed, and the strong is the only choice. Mood is not can't change, once the entanglements hopeless will be years across calm. Just look back, when all the mind still will inevitably much transformed, light blue.
No love of day, I more than ever before, return to silence the silence of their own, enjoy the world a static. I am no longer in the network blatant, don't want to hard to disguise I very happy, be afraid of a touch, the broken no sense of false fights really don't fit for me, and the noise of the once only to forget you, now found that all were in vain. I finally began to accept the fact that you leave, and began to try to quietly to grieve.
No love the day, once frantically love on the writing, and more is to write the words you have. And now, I'm trying not to go to touch, afraid of imminent injury can't pack. Most of the time, I would rather let yourself indulge in the feelings of other people feel and experience in the world, true and false, beauty and ugliness, laughter and tears, pain and happiness...... Looking at, in the heart of "will open in an instant. Always I think, originally not happy people just me. Understand oneself really is just a drop in the ocean, all the pain and sadness are so small.
Without love, never love sports day of I tried a person around. The first site, be you a walk in the park, and to stop watching the sunset together of the river, and rain through the road, side by side parting blocks, hug to each other and sat down to listen to the wind the mountains of...... I walked around, just one without you, but will you remind of, of the deep in their heart while slightly love dearly mingled with the shallow warm, mouth cape will raise a little helpless smile, the eye but will rise of sense of gloomy mood.
No love days, I still like the lonely in the middle of the night when the glass the, but not drunk. I like the red in the swaying feel the hot enthusiasm, I have hope in micro dizzy erratic can feel such a your shadow, I want to drink and went to sleep in a dream in the time of your warm embrace of charity, I would rather because alcohol to the catalytic at night to shout out your name again and again... At that moment, no longer thoughts flurry, heart no longer depressed. At that moment, the in the mind only you!!!!!
No love day, I am still stubbornly love waiting for, I have to admit that by now I still love you, * *, but never let you know, also no longer entwine. I only want to love me, don't expect love forever, don't expect extravagant life, don't expect everything but a house, fine long hair true even for a short time together. I don't want to injustice, don't want to compromise, don't want to try so hard, the more don't want to who's who of the decoy, I just want to pursue a true transparent to love, and so a worthy man let I delivered all of the body and mind. Waiting to blossom, laughter appears the flower falls, I think I can!
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