also small proverb
Do you remember? The path of bluestone old tree, misty rain in succession, GangFeng freezing, refrigeration, went down, moss from the world of mortals, along with all mourned the youth leaves, such as invisible fingers dust, unstrained wine or liquor, open red depicting the fine print to listen to songs in faraway places, like beauty mouth smile, has drunk, only pick-up annihilate the beauty of the past, you can rest, rebirth in the darkness of the unknown fragrance looking for that lost in the memory, our youth upset the world of mortals, scattered by lonely Cloud Management Solution , seems to be that one met you, who are partners in an oil lamp before the statue of Buddha for side... Ferryman and choose the other way, only to the wandering life. Do you know? Meteor across the sky burst, we may be over, the cherry blossoms fall is the speed of 5 centimeters per second, think much before it's whereabouts that the missing good catch. While the memory of fish only exist seven seconds in the world, perhaps the fish also have love, but this has no language to express love only seven seconds, maybe in the last seconds also quietly guarding a lifetime promises, can be in the next second is only visible as a stranger to wipe a shoulder, so it takes a lifetime of effort, but there was no life memory of love, for their part, are luxury and a promise never to cash, so for me too.
The breeze blows you used to like appearance, swaying time who draw the outline of the mottled? Whose broken around the cycle of withered? 365 day and night to remember, song of the wind, I've always wanted to know, the autumn, put the letter in my drawer who is the girl, just have a blush to dye the secret an expiration of dream, I always wanted to know Ergonomic Chair, the rainy days, back on the bus if you remember me, she is my failed love, each other because we are young, also don't know what is the real love, I've always wanted to know, that autumn, at the end of the road go she would like me to tears, I heard, vowed to promise each other, I promise you I met on the way after one thousand cycles of in meeting of, and at this point, the injury cut open my heart, don't know what is heartache.
You are my, I am your traveler, the golden October autumn broken shadow, in the evening, in the love to hurt, in each other, each other cool my memory mottled light and shadow in the water, when the posture of the look has become a habit, said to myself: youth is ongoing, the youth has not fade, autumn night rain, poetic who lost in the feeling in the air, shake off the dust dermes , wither in the fingertips, and resolutely on along the cycle track, no end, no waiting, no stop, dispersion of the mo seal script, who is the woman writing is imitating the sequence lanting, still sing the wind swaying, drink half a lamp that qiu yi, back light as sweet, the window whose acacia, hair wrapped around the small inn, window is the dressing, the iraqis appearance of one thousand years ago today? Dreamt but ignorance, care speechless, only one thousand lines of tears. A domain misty rain in my life, and thousands of graves, naturally hero streaming, it will become empty, light your makeup, a lip 婥 element, such as who? One curved arch eyebrows, such as who? Moon night, how could I resistance to you make gentle, eyeful feeling drunk, empty a wisp of vanilla here, covered with dust, temples, such as frost, sad tears, think you still, plain clothes of aficionado, crying greensleeves, cut the red hands candle hold cup in hand, ten years of life and death two boundless, is expected to have to try every year.
The breeze blows you used to like appearance, swaying time who draw the outline of the mottled? Whose broken around the cycle of withered? 365 day and night to remember, song of the wind, I've always wanted to know, the autumn, put the letter in my drawer who is the girl, just have a blush to dye the secret an expiration of dream, I always wanted to know Ergonomic Chair, the rainy days, back on the bus if you remember me, she is my failed love, each other because we are young, also don't know what is the real love, I've always wanted to know, that autumn, at the end of the road go she would like me to tears, I heard, vowed to promise each other, I promise you I met on the way after one thousand cycles of in meeting of, and at this point, the injury cut open my heart, don't know what is heartache.
You are my, I am your traveler, the golden October autumn broken shadow, in the evening, in the love to hurt, in each other, each other cool my memory mottled light and shadow in the water, when the posture of the look has become a habit, said to myself: youth is ongoing, the youth has not fade, autumn night rain, poetic who lost in the feeling in the air, shake off the dust dermes , wither in the fingertips, and resolutely on along the cycle track, no end, no waiting, no stop, dispersion of the mo seal script, who is the woman writing is imitating the sequence lanting, still sing the wind swaying, drink half a lamp that qiu yi, back light as sweet, the window whose acacia, hair wrapped around the small inn, window is the dressing, the iraqis appearance of one thousand years ago today? Dreamt but ignorance, care speechless, only one thousand lines of tears. A domain misty rain in my life, and thousands of graves, naturally hero streaming, it will become empty, light your makeup, a lip 婥 element, such as who? One curved arch eyebrows, such as who? Moon night, how could I resistance to you make gentle, eyeful feeling drunk, empty a wisp of vanilla here, covered with dust, temples, such as frost, sad tears, think you still, plain clothes of aficionado, crying greensleeves, cut the red hands candle hold cup in hand, ten years of life and death two boundless, is expected to have to try every year.
2015年08月26日 Posted by つきまとい at 12:24 │Comments(0)
are still does not change
World of mortals trival ten zhangs deep, lovers hand in hand, through the ups and downs, through deep margin of shallow edge, the second scene, only a little to be envied, someone side by side totally flower years later ages boundless sea. Affectionate people meet ZMOT , export vows of eternal love, silent directors with old, suspicion speaks eloquently, lack of tenderness, former days the love like epiphyllum waste into a cruel hatred. Actually love and fate, is an organic whole, just like to feel that everything is fine, don't like and hate everything. Listen and to the sound of the heavy rain outside, a bit jealous of those who could stand for love in the rain waiting for the result, waiting for the reason, even a bitter fruit is one hundred times better than regret. To endure so much, maybe just want to get each other's mouth a sorry, a full of regret, I'm sorry, 1 contains the sincere sorry, rain worth-living the embrace of happiness.
Like the feel of the rain, in the silence of the night sky with little voice echoed, so I can nest in bed listening to the elegant music, occasionally look up at the hanging outside the water leaves, verdant green shadow one point one ava go tired eyes light DRREBORN , languid is lazy voice with the rhythm of a smile, crescent corners of the mouth is always not to leave. Comfortable and peaceful time for the night, lethargy, due to line the rain the countless to fight, afraid of dream chi with the whole body comfortable, I want to fall in love with a season, first should be a night of it.
Blossom belongs to her breath, dark eyes filled with heart, the mouth cape gently to hum "affectionate parting, since ancient times more the like, cold clear autumn day." Encounter was destined to leave since ancient times, parting is a quiet time, yesterday's laughter in yesterday has gone, now lonely people sigh alone, unexpected things tend to happen in advance DRREBORN , such as are for busy not, big raindrops vied with one another to fall. Occasionally put forth his hand, as a result of hand ache, the lively hope had to forget about it. It brings to me is the cold arm another kind of joy, it was washed leaves will shine like stars? I don't think moonlit still flowering.
Rainy night of flowers, flowers, four seasons never dried up in the pleasure of retaliation, sending out another lead China, in hope that dream, sending out another.
Like the feel of the rain, in the silence of the night sky with little voice echoed, so I can nest in bed listening to the elegant music, occasionally look up at the hanging outside the water leaves, verdant green shadow one point one ava go tired eyes light DRREBORN , languid is lazy voice with the rhythm of a smile, crescent corners of the mouth is always not to leave. Comfortable and peaceful time for the night, lethargy, due to line the rain the countless to fight, afraid of dream chi with the whole body comfortable, I want to fall in love with a season, first should be a night of it.
Blossom belongs to her breath, dark eyes filled with heart, the mouth cape gently to hum "affectionate parting, since ancient times more the like, cold clear autumn day." Encounter was destined to leave since ancient times, parting is a quiet time, yesterday's laughter in yesterday has gone, now lonely people sigh alone, unexpected things tend to happen in advance DRREBORN , such as are for busy not, big raindrops vied with one another to fall. Occasionally put forth his hand, as a result of hand ache, the lively hope had to forget about it. It brings to me is the cold arm another kind of joy, it was washed leaves will shine like stars? I don't think moonlit still flowering.
Rainy night of flowers, flowers, four seasons never dried up in the pleasure of retaliation, sending out another lead China, in hope that dream, sending out another.
2015年08月20日 Posted by つきまとい at 15:38 │Comments(0)
on the campus of large
I taught at school is not among the village, village north campus had occupied a high pitched, the yard side by side with three columns roof, a total of more than 20, for five classrooms and several faculty dormitory. The teacher a total of eight people, two people live together one room you find ltd , because its are men, so peaceful, will not make a gossip. Our own jokingly called himself a solitary eight monks in the temple, the oldest 40, the smallest seventeen, I just work life has always been a big monk took the young monk, small
We were the dry, etc., in addition to teaching is the village home visits, or the soil on the log in front of school hold up under the confirmations of playing basketball, little spare time. Because most of his colleagues have families of their own, home of a few acres of land Business Information Assessment , every school in the afternoon the disarray, home to fondle the reservation to at home, just arrived in a hurry to school in the early morning the next day. So in the afternoon, leaves and I have not a family of small village two people alone empty temple, doing nothing.
I was young, a lot of time can be free, and so it went around borrow books. No matter what books, to get the hands of addictions, forget all about eating and sleeping, read that night. Also often prose, poetry, novels, prose everything, unknowingly also accumulated number of this manuscript, now turn out occasionally to see, also to have perseverance and regret at that time.
These days work of the other things in life are indifferent memory, but the winter hakodate prostrate on the burning coals hot heatable adobe sleeping platform , under the kerosene lamp of fumigated nose black the things impressed that read book writing. A hot-headed teenagers with lamp or read books or away, such as beans in a lonely village in the heart of the world, the spirit is not empty.
Life is living, but the colleagues talking and laughing, freely, is very with infinite pleasure.
We were the dry, etc., in addition to teaching is the village home visits, or the soil on the log in front of school hold up under the confirmations of playing basketball, little spare time. Because most of his colleagues have families of their own, home of a few acres of land Business Information Assessment , every school in the afternoon the disarray, home to fondle the reservation to at home, just arrived in a hurry to school in the early morning the next day. So in the afternoon, leaves and I have not a family of small village two people alone empty temple, doing nothing.
I was young, a lot of time can be free, and so it went around borrow books. No matter what books, to get the hands of addictions, forget all about eating and sleeping, read that night. Also often prose, poetry, novels, prose everything, unknowingly also accumulated number of this manuscript, now turn out occasionally to see, also to have perseverance and regret at that time.
These days work of the other things in life are indifferent memory, but the winter hakodate prostrate on the burning coals hot heatable adobe sleeping platform , under the kerosene lamp of fumigated nose black the things impressed that read book writing. A hot-headed teenagers with lamp or read books or away, such as beans in a lonely village in the heart of the world, the spirit is not empty.
Life is living, but the colleagues talking and laughing, freely, is very with infinite pleasure.
2015年08月15日 Posted by つきまとい at 18:47 │Comments(0)
you are ethereal cloud
So doomed this life, you is a mountain, I was running water. Lofty doomed, I can only look to you, from your arms precariousness, winding in your feet, and shall not be close to;
Hence, doomed, in this life, I am fluttering butterfly. Doomed, I can only be envious of your noble and pure, stand on a different starting point Dream beauty pro hard sell, run out to vibrating wings, fly less than have your heaven!
So I understand: this life time, I am sad, you are a legend; I am a coloured glaze oil you are. Happy, you can burst into flames, light up my very beautiful flowers Dream beauty pro hard sell. Not happy, you can dim retreat and drop me like a straight into the avici torment.
So I understand: in this life, I am a from ruin, you are a elegy. Deep reason shallow, originated because fall; Affection, love hate fate! QiangDi bitterness, yiyi willow, narrate endless floating ShiFan flower! You are my fireworks, is yuhua, the United States bvi company in hong kong, but in an instant, swirl, from their respective there is ghost...
2015年08月09日 Posted by つきまとい at 23:27 │Comments(0)
the seaside stroll
Think of that sentence "is too young, all seemed so profound sadness," and I laughed softly. Those who love/hate time is fading after all, indeed Information Assessment , there is nothing can't, as long as you live up to his own heart. Life is but ten remaining years, why that meaningless ChenShi buried heart, endless failed to live up to the heyday of art?
As the song sings "time where to go, not a good feeling on the old young", yes, in this most beautiful moment, how will you pay the good time to silent sad? Because love, I have lost myself, but also for love, I find myself. After years, I finally believe that passion is poison, can be destroyed, can be born again, however, good love should be an upward ADHD Treatment , regardless of sorrows, end is the happiness, warm and harmonious; Good love is not to let a person lose yourself, but be yourself. If you love me, then you won't let me sad have to be quiet, humble to the dust, open a flower called beauty; If you love me, you won't be at all the pain I've ever had, and then cut his silence, but still in the stage of love, hate the game; If love me, please don't tell me see and see, there you are, not to not go to, to my arms, or let me live in your heart.
Always believe, accompany with understood than the pledge of eternal love to interpret the true meaning of love.
I think, the real love is not a across the mountains to say love you, nor in easiness nong nong I you, but no matter how far the time, I am always holding your hand, through the twilight of whitehead and carrots; No mountain high water is long, I will always keep you in my heart, don't have a heart and experienced many vicissitudes of life. When one day, you white-haired You find online , I appearance are dying, we still can help each other to walk under the sun blazes, that of oblique reflected back in time, really can be called "love".
Have a small wish, and beloved people go to , to be the breeze gently holding your hair for me, his hands encircle my waist, in your arms I am lifted up as a white pleated skirt horn and waist long hair flying in the refreshing sea breeze, willfully to draw a heart on the beach, witness you my love, you my love, it must be the most romantic thing I can think of...
Due to the river to the south, also want to go to enjoy swimming in your free time once the west lake scenery. Just, again beautiful scenery also need a man for love and beauty around, altogether builds ritual.
As the song sings "time where to go, not a good feeling on the old young", yes, in this most beautiful moment, how will you pay the good time to silent sad? Because love, I have lost myself, but also for love, I find myself. After years, I finally believe that passion is poison, can be destroyed, can be born again, however, good love should be an upward ADHD Treatment , regardless of sorrows, end is the happiness, warm and harmonious; Good love is not to let a person lose yourself, but be yourself. If you love me, then you won't let me sad have to be quiet, humble to the dust, open a flower called beauty; If you love me, you won't be at all the pain I've ever had, and then cut his silence, but still in the stage of love, hate the game; If love me, please don't tell me see and see, there you are, not to not go to, to my arms, or let me live in your heart.
Always believe, accompany with understood than the pledge of eternal love to interpret the true meaning of love.
I think, the real love is not a across the mountains to say love you, nor in easiness nong nong I you, but no matter how far the time, I am always holding your hand, through the twilight of whitehead and carrots; No mountain high water is long, I will always keep you in my heart, don't have a heart and experienced many vicissitudes of life. When one day, you white-haired You find online , I appearance are dying, we still can help each other to walk under the sun blazes, that of oblique reflected back in time, really can be called "love".
Have a small wish, and beloved people go to , to be the breeze gently holding your hair for me, his hands encircle my waist, in your arms I am lifted up as a white pleated skirt horn and waist long hair flying in the refreshing sea breeze, willfully to draw a heart on the beach, witness you my love, you my love, it must be the most romantic thing I can think of...
Due to the river to the south, also want to go to enjoy swimming in your free time once the west lake scenery. Just, again beautiful scenery also need a man for love and beauty around, altogether builds ritual.
