First Fang Minghui, is in an April afternoon.
Spring twilight, the flowers are open, Sunshine warm and comfortable to take on, while I sat in the balcony naphthalin embroidery.
Two years of marriage, her husband for many years doing business in the outer, left me has had a small building of ahalyse day. Because her husband was not in favour, because I feel there is no need, since I will no longer work after marriage. Old friends naturally alienated, day came up, in addition to watching TV, reading a novel, is, embroidery, not living, just amused himself. I'm starting from the most complex double-sided embroidery practiced, flat pins, needles, purl stitch, needle, skills and our diligent.
As combative, I also occasionally forward Street boutiques trying to sell two times, ask price, rate to call their own. Did not expect the textile Association Secretariat Fang Minghui.
He is tall, of thin build, polite, speak standard Mandarin, feature but I seem to have something of a blues. Although come to talk business, words are few and far between, Nene, however there is no lack of good faith.
I moved a promised down all embroidery work only after selling his family.
He was pleased, but the look is still faint. I said, this is a very self disciplined person, but the sadness was written on the face, so this is a very simple man.
I impressed him, is also very good, even after long years clearly remember, opened his jacket on the bag has a cigarette burn hole.
When he comes, give me a bag of tea, in bulk, but aroma come into nostrils, clocks, and valuable a kind of green tea of Longjing.
I am more touched, immediately washing cooking pots, remove the husband purchased from Taiwan's portfolio of Kung Fu tea, caught up in a performance art.
Fang Minghui laughed, brilliant smile as April sunshine warms me: "you are playing with tea, not tea. You know, delicate fresh green tea is not boiling water bubbles, water temperature at about 80 degrees, otherwise it will soak cooked tea, tea leaves damaged. And when the bubble, not stamped with the Cup, or you'll produce cooked suffocated, effects of tea fresh. So, you set the ' back to the Dragons ' smell of tea programs can save, is good for tea. ”
He remarks that I was ashamed and, ashamed of is they suck eggs, so deep is his study on the tea ceremony.
In fact, I always like to drink a little wine, after dinner before going to bed, always adjusting round for a cup of sweet or Mint Baili wine de dull, but from then on, I will drink to tea and deliberately bought a lot of books about tea ceremony, research each tea brewing techniques, and when Minghui to share with him.
He began to come not only to official, and I began to learn to look forward to.
Sometimes negative, sometimes fine, as long as nothing in the afternoon, he will in a move not, carrying a bag of tea, or with a embroidery samples. We sat under the balcony naphthalin, tea, chatting, watching our rain clouds open, felt unprecedented way definite. And if he doesn't come, no matter how bright the Sun I feel is gray. I know I've fallen in love with him.
I start to his family, in a roundabout way the set phrases characteristic of his private affairs, getting to know he has a son and a daughter, because his wife is Hui, so it can be recycled, and I know he and his wife's feelings very well, but since the child was born after the dull, but now almost in addition to the diesel price rice geometry will no longer have any other dialog.
"A couple who live from hand to mouth, mean I like it. "He sighs.
"Has been very good. "I reassured him," like me, and her husband met a year less than a month, does not even rice of dialogue. ”
Two people married love, such as trickle water, calm warm.
Unwittingly, this appearance after half a year. I more and more each day a day used to wait for him, hope he, he.
I never told him, sent him away at a time when I looked at him leaning on the balcony.
Balcony of my house is an office building, the building with a chromium gold from top to bottom glass, glistening shine. Every time he leave, always first shadows across glass, before a little bit to see his people, and then he disappeared through the alley next to the glass house.
I looked at him, look at him, is what time can we meet again, felt empty and full.
But did not expect everything will end as helpless.
Cause is simple--my husband from Nanning stock back.
Minghui, when I was trying to wear her husband to get me gold necklace, see him, all a flicker. Then I described guilty conscience to do for both of them with a smile, pour tea water, that should be done as a hostess.
Minghui but graceful, politely to my husband offered cigarettes and remove the embroidery of the contract for the second half, my husband perusal. In his mouth, my identity is no longer "Miss Jade", but "aged wife". Their conversation was that between man and man, serious, sensible and not cold.
Husband businessman character, soon see fault on a contract, put forward several objections. Minghui good promise and made modifications, around the time of signing the contract again, they would get up and go.
This time, I did not then sent him on to the balcony. But my heart, it emerges clearly from his back.
Her husband did not see any wrong with, just gently around me and said: "Lin lang, you will do business, but you will not fight for their interests, in this regard, you may worship me as a teacher. ”
"The party will not hang me. "I neither soft nor hard to respond saying, I do not know is to Minghui or to myself, somehow feel aggrieved. When the husband's cell phone ring, he looked at his numbers, frowning said: "I've been back to Suzhou, Nanning these customers always find me doing? ignore him. ”
After a while, he got up and went to bath, phone rings. I pick up the phone to answer, the other is a young woman, double asks: "who are you?"
I answered: "I am Mrs Chan. My husband in the bath, which for him? "The other" snapped "a suddenly hangs up the phone.
At night, I massage her husband, grinning and asked him: "you in Nanning and get to know a few good sister?"
"No one. "Honey a good answer.
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February 25, the Chinese international rescue team members in Christchurch, New Zealand military airport photo. Xinhua News Agency reporters Huang Xing and Wei She
Xinhua Christchurch, New Zealand Feb. 25 (Xinhua Huangxing Wei Liu Jieqiu) Chinese international rescue team local time at 15:30 on the 25th arrived in Christchurch, New Zealand, and then rushed to the center of the earthquake-stricken area.
Leader Zhao told Xinhua at the airport, they coordinated with the New Zealand parties concerned, immediately put into the rescue work.
Chinese international rescue team composed of 10 members, the new military airfield rushed Church located in the center of the earthquake-stricken area.
New Zealand's South Island city of Christchurch, the largest local time at 12:51 on the 22nd Richter 6.3 earthquake, killing at least 113 people were killed, 228 missing, the city was hit.
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Xinhua Christchurch, New Zealand Feb. 25 (Xinhua Huangxing Wei Liu Jieqiu) Chinese international rescue team local time at 15:30 on the 25th arrived in Christchurch, New Zealand, and then rushed to the center of the earthquake-stricken area.
Leader Zhao told Xinhua at the airport, they coordinated with the New Zealand parties concerned, immediately put into the rescue work.
Chinese international rescue team composed of 10 members, the new military airfield rushed Church located in the center of the earthquake-stricken area.
New Zealand's South Island city of Christchurch, the largest local time at 12:51 on the 22nd Richter 6.3 earthquake, killing at least 113 people were killed, 228 missing, the city was hit.
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Each trauma, is a mature
Each trauma, is a mature
Small and whom not to be evil, do good deeds, but not as small. Not very happy, bliss into mourning, getting too much. Have not do unto others, others to torture me so much, as that their retirement years in order to better carry, but unfortunately not always practice, I experienced nine thousand nine hundred eighty-one difficult, after all, there is no happy ending. If they do not fuss, others will never succeed me trouble. Blame their heart fit.
Zen Well, hey! Does not condone the living beings, not understanding that all living creatures, but in reality these years his suffering. Zen Buddhism is actually not the years show, nor is it interested in plans, not with beads to others appreciate. Reward enough people, ears are always ringing with non; reward enough people have never heard of is not. Is true, a master-door, self-cultivation by individuals, it is bit of work. Practice in good times can never become a Buddha. I should always be grateful to those beings who gave me stress. Both have hurt me, give me artificial roadblocks, and I must go, otherwise I am really unhappy, always feeling "is not I do not understand that this world is changing fast!" Feeling Renyankewei! Fails to take tea before feeling cool inconstancy of human relationships! I experienced two years of experience as a decade in use, although I am happy like a flower every day pretending, pretending to show his brilliant smile like the sun, but I'm not real happy. I have to put down the good and bad, right and wrong scores down, down fame and fortune, had the honor to lay down, once brilliant, everything from scratch. Is true, there are homes have had, the mouth is the show indifferent, indifferent heart is true. I told myself: When happy, To be happy is not eternal; when the pain, this pain is not the eternal order. Doom again and again when I hit, I smile, because there are shoes to wear, ask yourself, do people still barefoot! Ah Q spirit of them!
In fact, know themselves, yield themselves, change themselves, others can be infected with it! Others to change it! I today's dedication, will become tomorrow's regret, can have love, but in no persistence, because all good things come to an end, the separation is inevitable, as the officers and men of our forces, "iron camp, water the soldiers," Ferry withdraw side is the frustration is inevitable. Do not waste your life I will regret it in place, and when they lay down, and when they to no trouble. Every time I was bitter to say that seven killer I can ignore you. But once again re-open the nostalgia channels, pick up the memory stick and do not live up to start to think, think is a disease. There is no difference inside the heart, is the real ascetic it!
However, every trauma, is a mature! Although I was born in June 1 a day, so my friends always said I was the cartoon image of people, almost four years old, is really not the old legends. I really do not want to grow up, always live in their own fairy tale castle, I'm not Xuniangbanlao, I am not a four-year-old "dead fish beads," nor is a four-year-old rubbish, I am a woman four eleven flower, can not it? However, since the middle of the marriage penalty under the field, my dear mother passed away since the Western Paradise, since "to be mentally ill", since "my heart in my hand," self-help, while salvation ex-husband, I learned to put aside all restraint, learned grow, learn to bite the bullet and learn how to write "human" character. Learned he is the Messiah, can not rely on anyone, only to learn the knowledge, that no one can even think about taken away from the side, it is survival. I am not a parasite, I never complain, I never rely on men to feed, I learned self-reliance.
Small and whom not to be evil, do good deeds, but not as small. Not very happy, bliss into mourning, getting too much. Have not do unto others, others to torture me so much, as that their retirement years in order to better carry, but unfortunately not always practice, I experienced nine thousand nine hundred eighty-one difficult, after all, there is no happy ending. If they do not fuss, others will never succeed me trouble. Blame their heart fit.
Zen Well, hey! Does not condone the living beings, not understanding that all living creatures, but in reality these years his suffering. Zen Buddhism is actually not the years show, nor is it interested in plans, not with beads to others appreciate. Reward enough people, ears are always ringing with non; reward enough people have never heard of is not. Is true, a master-door, self-cultivation by individuals, it is bit of work. Practice in good times can never become a Buddha. I should always be grateful to those beings who gave me stress. Both have hurt me, give me artificial roadblocks, and I must go, otherwise I am really unhappy, always feeling "is not I do not understand that this world is changing fast!" Feeling Renyankewei! Fails to take tea before feeling cool inconstancy of human relationships! I experienced two years of experience as a decade in use, although I am happy like a flower every day pretending, pretending to show his brilliant smile like the sun, but I'm not real happy. I have to put down the good and bad, right and wrong scores down, down fame and fortune, had the honor to lay down, once brilliant, everything from scratch. Is true, there are homes have had, the mouth is the show indifferent, indifferent heart is true. I told myself: When happy, To be happy is not eternal; when the pain, this pain is not the eternal order. Doom again and again when I hit, I smile, because there are shoes to wear, ask yourself, do people still barefoot! Ah Q spirit of them!
In fact, know themselves, yield themselves, change themselves, others can be infected with it! Others to change it! I today's dedication, will become tomorrow's regret, can have love, but in no persistence, because all good things come to an end, the separation is inevitable, as the officers and men of our forces, "iron camp, water the soldiers," Ferry withdraw side is the frustration is inevitable. Do not waste your life I will regret it in place, and when they lay down, and when they to no trouble. Every time I was bitter to say that seven killer I can ignore you. But once again re-open the nostalgia channels, pick up the memory stick and do not live up to start to think, think is a disease. There is no difference inside the heart, is the real ascetic it!
However, every trauma, is a mature! Although I was born in June 1 a day, so my friends always said I was the cartoon image of people, almost four years old, is really not the old legends. I really do not want to grow up, always live in their own fairy tale castle, I'm not Xuniangbanlao, I am not a four-year-old "dead fish beads," nor is a four-year-old rubbish, I am a woman four eleven flower, can not it? However, since the middle of the marriage penalty under the field, my dear mother passed away since the Western Paradise, since "to be mentally ill", since "my heart in my hand," self-help, while salvation ex-husband, I learned to put aside all restraint, learned grow, learn to bite the bullet and learn how to write "human" character. Learned he is the Messiah, can not rely on anyone, only to learn the knowledge, that no one can even think about taken away from the side, it is survival. I am not a parasite, I never complain, I never rely on men to feed, I learned self-reliance.
Village rain rhyme
Village rain rhyme
The feet of the wind and rain, the wind only rain to fall. In the countryside, the rain had not come, the wind is always one step ahead. Walk in the country road to see trees and whirling dance in the wind, listening to a lengthy children away cow bell wind, smell the fragrance of crops floating fluttering. After the wind roared, the rain is like a huge waterfall, Zhetiangaide rolled over. Looking forward, with the rain kissed, hugged. Lingering fear of rain, quickly hide deep-rooted, thinning dense leaves, such as the umbrella under the tree canopy, however, the rain, is still down the leaves, I follow my footsteps to catch up, hit my heart stop. Rain, unhurried, down, quite patient, near the peaks, showing green in the rain dripping fresh; distant peaks, then wrapped in a gray rain and fog in the obscure, and as an increase Ink landscape painting. At this point, lonely for some time in the parachutes will be blossoming in the countryside, colorful, fun blinding. Inter glimpse, or a Pianpianshaonian, or a Tingting teen idol, and my passing, a surge of youthful filling the heart, lingering, let me through the veil like the rain curtain, Chi Wang that more to go farther, the more to the smaller, more to the more obscure shadows ... ... in the rain, Lintan Fishing is my life in a country elegance. Zhu Li, wearing a wet, or sit, or squat, or stand on a river stone pond, peeping between the stones in water fish, fishing a river sound of water. The rain has been less than, but very small, very dense, near the grass, the distant trees, and the entire valley, is this ethereal, flowing, wet smoke. As quiet as rain hit the lake in the mirror surface, a drop a water Wowo, rain surplus days, Ying Tong Shui Wo; fish and underwater pebbles of talk, along the slender thread is hidden, if they float on the water, open into a flower heart; seven float into the water, four float along with the pole test fish, swallow and spit out the hook, sometimes left on the water, sometimes to play spin the right spin, I painted the arc ... ... eyes intently watching the water, ears are listening to a folk village. Broken at the foot of the rushing stream la phrase, rain in the head, bit by bit whisper. A pool of clear water and faint, a Meng Meng rain, my internal organs and the six internal organs, mind and soul, all washed the clear and bright, open desert air, a pure and hearty, a sudden overflowing of a cozy priceless chest. Fishing back, but also met a small boy on the road, walking slowly in front of cattle and sheep, shepherd boy in the back slowly now; the distance, near the garden where there are farmers who wore hats, tuck the tape, Tour on the ridge, Qing Li drainage ditch, and when the crops seemed to be just greased the same shine.
The feet of the wind and rain, the wind only rain to fall. In the countryside, the rain had not come, the wind is always one step ahead. Walk in the country road to see trees and whirling dance in the wind, listening to a lengthy children away cow bell wind, smell the fragrance of crops floating fluttering. After the wind roared, the rain is like a huge waterfall, Zhetiangaide rolled over. Looking forward, with the rain kissed, hugged. Lingering fear of rain, quickly hide deep-rooted, thinning dense leaves, such as the umbrella under the tree canopy, however, the rain, is still down the leaves, I follow my footsteps to catch up, hit my heart stop. Rain, unhurried, down, quite patient, near the peaks, showing green in the rain dripping fresh; distant peaks, then wrapped in a gray rain and fog in the obscure, and as an increase Ink landscape painting. At this point, lonely for some time in the parachutes will be blossoming in the countryside, colorful, fun blinding. Inter glimpse, or a Pianpianshaonian, or a Tingting teen idol, and my passing, a surge of youthful filling the heart, lingering, let me through the veil like the rain curtain, Chi Wang that more to go farther, the more to the smaller, more to the more obscure shadows ... ... in the rain, Lintan Fishing is my life in a country elegance. Zhu Li, wearing a wet, or sit, or squat, or stand on a river stone pond, peeping between the stones in water fish, fishing a river sound of water. The rain has been less than, but very small, very dense, near the grass, the distant trees, and the entire valley, is this ethereal, flowing, wet smoke. As quiet as rain hit the lake in the mirror surface, a drop a water Wowo, rain surplus days, Ying Tong Shui Wo; fish and underwater pebbles of talk, along the slender thread is hidden, if they float on the water, open into a flower heart; seven float into the water, four float along with the pole test fish, swallow and spit out the hook, sometimes left on the water, sometimes to play spin the right spin, I painted the arc ... ... eyes intently watching the water, ears are listening to a folk village. Broken at the foot of the rushing stream la phrase, rain in the head, bit by bit whisper. A pool of clear water and faint, a Meng Meng rain, my internal organs and the six internal organs, mind and soul, all washed the clear and bright, open desert air, a pure and hearty, a sudden overflowing of a cozy priceless chest. Fishing back, but also met a small boy on the road, walking slowly in front of cattle and sheep, shepherd boy in the back slowly now; the distance, near the garden where there are farmers who wore hats, tuck the tape, Tour on the ridge, Qing Li drainage ditch, and when the crops seemed to be just greased the same shine.
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Red-faced memory
Red-faced memory
Country markets to get up early to go shopping, see a sell grains, and on the way back to buy several kilograms of red face, one asking about the price before we know has gone up a few cents. The boss said, and consequently can not see the rise it? Count only a few cents less, now is the coarse flour and rice are expensive than it. Which give birth to emotion: a child to eat every day, the public supply of the cheapest on the number of it, and now suddenly, it is more expensive than we have rice flour.
The memory of the red surface feeding, to young people who are strange, occasionally do a bit of home to let him (her) to eat, eat only rare, not too concerned about. And for those of us "after the five-O" and even the older generation of older people, but it is Mingxinkegu's.
Sixties and seventies of last century, due to the reasons for the supply system, ordinary family with red face, jade-eating wild rice noodles. Red-faced on the table is our main food. On the table every day without a red face, is definitely home to the guests, and only on holidays to eat flour to improve it. One year, back in Beijing, Taiyuan confinement Jinzi work, she lived in my grandmother home. Beijing may be a kind of instinct of red faces in conflict for some time, complained that her grandmother, and your Jinzi precious Yeah, I put fried red face on the table, put down a few mouthfuls of people did not have to light the porridge together ... ... I think people than we do capital food supply, rice flour and more, at best, eat steamed corn bread strike. Due to geographical reasons, the red-faced as a staple of the only we Shanxi.
Indeed, as red-faced really not a good thing! No nutrition to nutrition, but also unpalatable, can live in this place can only eat the Shanxi Province. Ever since, the red side of pasta production rise to the creation of the Shanxi Province, is the invention of older people. - Such as red-faced river fishing, the foreskin face, tick sharp, pointed brush, smooth tip, dipped in sharp, red-faced ambiguous, steamed sponge cake, bread and other two faces, coarse grains, secret agents, red-faced - so smart wife who did tricks Poyi renovation, a time to give us no choice.
That the times people eat red face, is almost pure red face, accompanied by leather and good elm, red glowing, looking good-looking, eating hard to swallow. Such as red-faced sharp tick, red pointed face rubbing, red face river fishing, the foreskin surface, the surface pattern Tingduo, but in reality there is no change in the ER, when the streets in some hotels, there are also red-faced segment selling steamed corn bread is served, life difficult and many children's families have had the experience of eating red-faced steamed corn bread. Growing up, took part in the work, but also inevitably eat red face, but then, people have begun to come back from the country to buy wheat, processed, mixed in the red flour to eat.
Red face, is a Jiaoren love-hate thing. Even outsiders are surprised at how so we love the red-faced from Shanxi?
1977 summer, I travel to live in the hostel Xiyang County, Shandong Province roommate live in a people, chat, Shandong quite mean to say that you won Shanxi Dazhai who change the world of high yield, production but all the famous high-LIANG Yu wild rice, I heard that in Shanxi to eat red face, described as "the heart of red bile aspiration, such as steel!" I'm listening to smile, but silent. Shandong - Shanxi, one word, not too far apart, actually has on our eating habits so much prejudice.
The late eighties, red-faced quietly fade out of our lives, but also far away from our table, occasional meal, nothing but a diet of nostalgia! There are now more open streets of Taiyuan Museum of coarse grains, and other provinces also, people occasionally eat whole grains eat red face, just as the long-awaited Laoyouzhongfeng, but the memory of past life, nothing more.
Country markets to get up early to go shopping, see a sell grains, and on the way back to buy several kilograms of red face, one asking about the price before we know has gone up a few cents. The boss said, and consequently can not see the rise it? Count only a few cents less, now is the coarse flour and rice are expensive than it. Which give birth to emotion: a child to eat every day, the public supply of the cheapest on the number of it, and now suddenly, it is more expensive than we have rice flour.
The memory of the red surface feeding, to young people who are strange, occasionally do a bit of home to let him (her) to eat, eat only rare, not too concerned about. And for those of us "after the five-O" and even the older generation of older people, but it is Mingxinkegu's.
Sixties and seventies of last century, due to the reasons for the supply system, ordinary family with red face, jade-eating wild rice noodles. Red-faced on the table is our main food. On the table every day without a red face, is definitely home to the guests, and only on holidays to eat flour to improve it. One year, back in Beijing, Taiyuan confinement Jinzi work, she lived in my grandmother home. Beijing may be a kind of instinct of red faces in conflict for some time, complained that her grandmother, and your Jinzi precious Yeah, I put fried red face on the table, put down a few mouthfuls of people did not have to light the porridge together ... ... I think people than we do capital food supply, rice flour and more, at best, eat steamed corn bread strike. Due to geographical reasons, the red-faced as a staple of the only we Shanxi.
Indeed, as red-faced really not a good thing! No nutrition to nutrition, but also unpalatable, can live in this place can only eat the Shanxi Province. Ever since, the red side of pasta production rise to the creation of the Shanxi Province, is the invention of older people. - Such as red-faced river fishing, the foreskin face, tick sharp, pointed brush, smooth tip, dipped in sharp, red-faced ambiguous, steamed sponge cake, bread and other two faces, coarse grains, secret agents, red-faced - so smart wife who did tricks Poyi renovation, a time to give us no choice.
That the times people eat red face, is almost pure red face, accompanied by leather and good elm, red glowing, looking good-looking, eating hard to swallow. Such as red-faced sharp tick, red pointed face rubbing, red face river fishing, the foreskin surface, the surface pattern Tingduo, but in reality there is no change in the ER, when the streets in some hotels, there are also red-faced segment selling steamed corn bread is served, life difficult and many children's families have had the experience of eating red-faced steamed corn bread. Growing up, took part in the work, but also inevitably eat red face, but then, people have begun to come back from the country to buy wheat, processed, mixed in the red flour to eat.
Red face, is a Jiaoren love-hate thing. Even outsiders are surprised at how so we love the red-faced from Shanxi?
1977 summer, I travel to live in the hostel Xiyang County, Shandong Province roommate live in a people, chat, Shandong quite mean to say that you won Shanxi Dazhai who change the world of high yield, production but all the famous high-LIANG Yu wild rice, I heard that in Shanxi to eat red face, described as "the heart of red bile aspiration, such as steel!" I'm listening to smile, but silent. Shandong - Shanxi, one word, not too far apart, actually has on our eating habits so much prejudice.
The late eighties, red-faced quietly fade out of our lives, but also far away from our table, occasional meal, nothing but a diet of nostalgia! There are now more open streets of Taiyuan Museum of coarse grains, and other provinces also, people occasionally eat whole grains eat red face, just as the long-awaited Laoyouzhongfeng, but the memory of past life, nothing more.
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2010年11月24日星期三
Two or three rain Piedmont
I remember one day, suddenly changed the day, sand filled, yellow earth, miserable, leaves rustling in the street scroll, he found it landed. Pedestrians, coerced by yellow leaves, stumbled around, has not completely autonomous rights. Cloud, more and more fall down.
Sink? I remember in a poem, he wrote this sentence: warm in the sun sink. Between heaven and earth in the dim easy to sink, in a warm sun more then why not sink?
Good day sunshine, good enough to inexplicable agitation.
So provocative to ask, you came to see me? He said, see, in which, I'll get car.
Take the car? What a pressing reality! An hour, a complete stranger would stand in front of men. Handsome? Refined? Insignificant? Where are we going? Coffee? Ballroom? Tea? Tree-lined trail? Country Field? What do we do? Passage? Tea? Dance? Or touching? Days, how scorching reality, people dizzy! After touching, what will happen? Collapse to sink? Reconstruct beyond recognition? Let all come roaring past? Let the wind to the sun beat heavily? Will then set up what is it? I really was being reckless, or deviant? Phoenix is bathed in fire, or the insolent owl?
Struggling in the world of Ice and Fire wandering. Difficult first refused, but left to the head so many asthma after low tide. The sun is really good, too good to be called the turning back.
So they want to go dancing. Did not know where to find, to find the unknown man, disappointed indistinct blur in the dim light, swaying, indulge, indulge, swaying, a moment . Noise of the sea in the sun on the streets of staggered to the crowd in the maneuvers in Guys and Dolls ups, to find that place, find that person, asking many, but never found.
Ended in the afternoon sun slowly, slowly left the cold winds subsided a sea of noise, you can preview the sink was so thrilling to exist!
A beautiful sun for the soul of the sea set off on an almost irreversible sink, and even the sun can not save the anti-defection as the devil to help Zhou. Later, is still floating light swept gold, Jing Ying Shen Bi.
This sink, in every heart the sea, is not it have been through this before?
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Sink? I remember in a poem, he wrote this sentence: warm in the sun sink. Between heaven and earth in the dim easy to sink, in a warm sun more then why not sink?
Good day sunshine, good enough to inexplicable agitation.
So provocative to ask, you came to see me? He said, see, in which, I'll get car.
Take the car? What a pressing reality! An hour, a complete stranger would stand in front of men. Handsome? Refined? Insignificant? Where are we going? Coffee? Ballroom? Tea? Tree-lined trail? Country Field? What do we do? Passage? Tea? Dance? Or touching? Days, how scorching reality, people dizzy! After touching, what will happen? Collapse to sink? Reconstruct beyond recognition? Let all come roaring past? Let the wind to the sun beat heavily? Will then set up what is it? I really was being reckless, or deviant? Phoenix is bathed in fire, or the insolent owl?
Struggling in the world of Ice and Fire wandering. Difficult first refused, but left to the head so many asthma after low tide. The sun is really good, too good to be called the turning back.
So they want to go dancing. Did not know where to find, to find the unknown man, disappointed indistinct blur in the dim light, swaying, indulge, indulge, swaying, a moment . Noise of the sea in the sun on the streets of staggered to the crowd in the maneuvers in Guys and Dolls ups, to find that place, find that person, asking many, but never found.
Ended in the afternoon sun slowly, slowly left the cold winds subsided a sea of noise, you can preview the sink was so thrilling to exist!
A beautiful sun for the soul of the sea set off on an almost irreversible sink, and even the sun can not save the anti-defection as the devil to help Zhou. Later, is still floating light swept gold, Jing Ying Shen Bi.
This sink, in every heart the sea, is not it have been through this before?
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Along the way, have you
This way, you walked with me over twenty alternate warm and cold seasons; this life, you let me have witnessed countless world's joys and sorrows; that night, you make me remember you deeply! Along the way, have you, my world from more of a you; along the way have you, my world so much rain a few games; along the way have you lit my life again ... ... you know, the way have you, my life is not easy!
This way, you look at me grow up, watching me cry, he looked at me, looked at me and sad, looked at I like, look at me tired, looked at me and hurt ... ... but you know, and you are a cruel cold-blooded spectators watched scenes of cold indifference joys and sorrows of the show. I love you and hate you, love you, because you come with me quietly today; hate you because of your heartless, the way you eat how much of life, this life, how much blood you carry. Perhaps it is because the unique relationship between you and me before the day of the year so my life is not left lying there.
I remember seeing you when you or a quiet road, no name, no affiliation, other-worldly air like a teenager, not a trace of dust stained, purely as a quiet corner to the lake, against the backdrop of the blue sky you are so comfortable and elegant. Now you, but it is dyed to make the noise of the earth, to bring a layer of brilliant and sophisticated masks. After that you no longer quiet; then you no longer gentle; then you become afraid of the dark I!
Remember the summer of 1995 it? In the time I was seven, and since then you do not meet in a quiet boy, that day, it was high noon when I took my fishing gear, happily from in front of you through, but in that moment, flying Ben from the vehicles to drag my body seven or eight meters away, watching the blood gush themselves constantly, and I did not cry, did not feel pain, only visions of deep fear and fear, you first taste the taste of blood is how, I do not know. As the mother face anxiously hold me from the ground up, I vaguely heard her words of anger and worry, okay, my life is relatively large, since once again survived, but since then, but you became my forbidden, the family no longer leave me step into it, and since then, I'm also careful not easily overstepped the same as before.
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This way, you look at me grow up, watching me cry, he looked at me, looked at me and sad, looked at I like, look at me tired, looked at me and hurt ... ... but you know, and you are a cruel cold-blooded spectators watched scenes of cold indifference joys and sorrows of the show. I love you and hate you, love you, because you come with me quietly today; hate you because of your heartless, the way you eat how much of life, this life, how much blood you carry. Perhaps it is because the unique relationship between you and me before the day of the year so my life is not left lying there.
I remember seeing you when you or a quiet road, no name, no affiliation, other-worldly air like a teenager, not a trace of dust stained, purely as a quiet corner to the lake, against the backdrop of the blue sky you are so comfortable and elegant. Now you, but it is dyed to make the noise of the earth, to bring a layer of brilliant and sophisticated masks. After that you no longer quiet; then you no longer gentle; then you become afraid of the dark I!
Remember the summer of 1995 it? In the time I was seven, and since then you do not meet in a quiet boy, that day, it was high noon when I took my fishing gear, happily from in front of you through, but in that moment, flying Ben from the vehicles to drag my body seven or eight meters away, watching the blood gush themselves constantly, and I did not cry, did not feel pain, only visions of deep fear and fear, you first taste the taste of blood is how, I do not know. As the mother face anxiously hold me from the ground up, I vaguely heard her words of anger and worry, okay, my life is relatively large, since once again survived, but since then, but you became my forbidden, the family no longer leave me step into it, and since then, I'm also careful not easily overstepped the same as before.
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