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Looked at the sky a corner, her eyes have been filled with tears, the messy hair over her eyes, she remembered that once, can't forget the pastfather-days.

At the end of the summer, an accidental opportunity, they met. She is an ordinary university student, like when nothing to chat to pass the time, he was a clerk in the company, like work when others talk and open your heart. They met online, said that the network is virtual, but they still give trust each other, giving each other the most sincere recognition, he learns that her family is in Suzhou, she learned that his home is in Suzhou. Two people can be regarded as a fellow at the turn of. Every day he would call her, she listened to him that Lai voices, faces bloomed flowers smile. During that time she wanted, she immersed in the pain, he comforts her, she felt very happy. In their most painful moment to get a personal comfort, probably like walking in the desert, people encounter oasis.

Her mood gradually became better, did not think of the boy, and he will not have any intersection, slowly learn to forget. Later, they took to each other, that and the other. When night falls, lying on her bed, imagine two people met, shy smile on his face. Whenever the day rush at the end, he will sit on the sofa watching her photo, delicate and pretty face, delicate hair short, neat the sea, suddenly he smiled, took one times one times until he falls asleep.

Early autumn season, the north some cold, but Suzhou still radiates heat. She opened, to the north. After two months, he decided to find her, she was kind of exciting and nervous.

They agreed to a coffee. Half an hour ahead of time he arrives, bag under the coffee hall, luxurious cafe, playing" Tun", the wall with oil paintings, mostly from Van Gogh 's pen, he sat quietly in the corner. She comes, look at the far corner, he stood up and waved to her, looked at the handsome he, her cheeks with red. Two people chat a lot, for whom she played" I love you", her happiness in the intoxicated, coffee shop filled with thick tea flavorCounselling.

Later they together, every day he phoned her, she once every month. One day, she knew he was a manager of the company, she felt that he lied to her, that it is not true, they broke up. Thousands of nights, he picked up the smoke, looking at pictures of her, mouth spit cloud is floating on the ceiling, rolled up a regiment and a regiment. Countless nights, she lay in bed in a daze, tears ran down his cheek wet the pillow. They still love each other.

year later, his family introduced him to a girl, very pretty, pretty stand gracefully erect, good family, they settled on a date after the other, he married. She graduated from the university with a boyfriend, is a very good boy. Less than half a year, she also wants to get married, on that day, he attended her wedding, the white wedding is lined on her, she is very beautiful. When you see him, two silent for a long time, tears in eyes round, from his mouth out of three wordsCounseling Psychologist.

After marriage she and husband go to honeymoon, at the beach, she looked at the sky a corner, her eyes have been filled with tears, the messy hair over her eyes.

The distant horizon, evening dragged Xiaguang last one more than light, slowly disappeared in the horizon. Warm autumn, slowed down, gently blowing, very comfortable, bird homing, flowers and rest, butterfly folded wings, buildings are silent, quiet. Reincarnation of the season, flowers of the destiny, all already as scheduled. But, who can expect, this fall will have how much sorrow, hanging on the brow, the autumn will much happiness, full of heart, this fall will have how many tears, stained dusk?

The soul in the dream, life and death love, in her heart has never left, forgot.

The dusk, follow the moonlight, she was intoxicated in the sweet love. She saw, Bauhinia trees like a gentle caress of the moonlight, surrounding the tree flowers and Fang Jie; she saw that a piece of Taoyuan, belonged to her and his peach garden, where the sun, moon smiling, laughing, bird sitting facing the sun, wind, rain, in Guagua, in the step cloth dancing, baby laughing, running ... ...

The tears blurred in the cheek, gentle historical landmarks, such as Piaoyun dispersed, nowadays, the peach garden, long gone, and he also disappear from the scene, from her vision disappeared, no trace. So knowing the window chamber, Dan Dan Lu flowers, cool autumn wind at the beginning, seeing the shadow relative, heart cross with thousands of thoughts. Choke down, his throat as if by thing up one kind, the skin becomes suddenly cold, memories, unable to stop in a moment lost, Ruchao turned like, flower fly, even come. His smile just like the sunshine sprinkles on top of her, his words such as sweet stuck in her heart. His finger around in her hair, lap lap up, unlock, unlock further away, his lips close to her ear, say something that makes her life with enough put language. She hugged him, laughed, cried, laughed. He used to point the finger at her nose said she like a fool, she said she would forever in his arms a little fool. Simple aspiration and, in her eyes, in addition to him, no, it was a pure love, and not about the money, and knowledge assets background independent, and independent, and independent of power, just a innocently.

The autumn wind, he took her hand, kissed her lips, the warm light, her naked feet on his instep dance. The silence of the night, he asked herself is it right? Too greedy, she told him, even when separated by thousands of water, even if difficult to love, she is also willing to. She will go with his temper, he will be very patient to her back, she would tell jokes, think of ways to cheer him up, always successful, he would be in it is raining cats and dogs. Night, opening a car walk outside, will also give her a call reported a safe. The cinema, she stared at him, don't know what is the movie 's plot, and the heroine of what happened in the story, she is thin, confused, do not know, she knew from the beginning to the end, the film, he's been holding her hands were not released. She thought, so, can put his hand in his palm, happy.

Ning for lotus, not for duckweed. This is her famous words, however, the unpredictability of life, even if she are not willing to, ten thousand a unexpectedly, after all, she still made the earth a duckweed. He broke up with her, not don't love, but not love. Say reason, say not clear reason, let her heart is broken into a piece of a piece. Love is a sweet, but also painful, that try to stop but cannot feel, like a floating cloud layers of the heart, not cleaning the sky, like a round moon shine on, her entire body, according to the penetrating the break up that evening was dark universe.

She cried, decadent, hate, ever complained, why is love so deeply, so true. She hates this gave her the pain of love, but love, what's wrong with it, it is each individual heart cannot control things, met, fell in love with, cannot be recovered, even if no longer love, but this love is still beautiful, still is clear. Don't love, is not equal to this section of love will disappear, it is in our life left a trace. Then, she doesn't hate, do not complain, but sad.

In this lonely in the evening, her thin body, thin cool memories.

continuous rain, and kiyoaki. Cold seeps, sky blue was not a silk cloud shadow. Warm sunshine, park window flower white, yellow book paper, just like the eyebrows to heal me, out of tea - Xiang.

Always want to be a quiet woman. Read a book, write, listen, listen to the wind harp, products tea. Sit quiet days, text white like years Fenghua out Lan Duo, always in the heart cage putting fragrance occupy one's mind, separate sitting, and incense. May be time, a shape matched the moment, enough to light the world meet. Just like you and metakungpaowikiayoutube.

Thank you for writing. It is the word intersects the day, can you meet a smile and you, write a one romantic legend. Remember you ready to visit and inquiries, such as a Jian Qingyun in my hand, roll out in the snow and Xuan Li marked the time mark, a first love, a deep one. Also remember Wen Ya airs and overflowing talent, Tao Lan Zhou, flower hair February, Shannon dyes the entire read maple dust. Those who run Lang Qing and fingers fly paper, such as the midnight Qingshang shallow trolling passing, blossoms into a fleeting is the most deep the true king.

The origin reason extinguishes, was already doomed. Are you in the light of apricot, shallow hook deep description, a strong will, and draw your I first met the first. Shui Meiqing spirit charm, Shen Xiang dark turn pigment ink, like Liufenghuixue, an outsider, will fall into me soft and Wen Chun's palm. Since then, a scarlet thoughts, like a small run hard seeds, in my mind the pain, or sweet.

In a word, if the blue autumn, you are my fingertips storage Yun warmth, is also my heart can not be replace entanglements and hand to, in my soul Yu Li dormant for many years. Count day song sing in a bit, with great concentration of spattering dye chapters and handle through the familiar with, every process, are as imprint is engraved on my heart. Even after thousands of landscape, still can see the wipe to warm smile, with the prime years of Qiang Wei white red brocade. While the fate of the spring, lock Qianqian, without bias breakdown each other soft speech pen, brush life that never desert background.

The clouds parted, moon. Spring, autumn. The window glass lights, had diffuse all friend mark, into a field of blue light, Qin Xiang hue, distance to cloud. When I think of you, only slightly up, will see you and a whisper, latent fragrant dark, in the deep red, and one end time water.

And you together, have become a continuation of long-standing habits. This habit, as if born with, as appropriate, so natural. In the habit of surplus dew vertical shoot morning, when you wake up and gentle inquiry. Then the lazy smile looking out of the window is the warm sunlight, or the thousands of empty Mongolia or smoked. My beautiful smooth forehead, write, you are gentle and greeting. Those dreams Shen Shen news, between you and me frankly phase Chen dialogue. Until the night such as water window, with a layer of glass moon. And you slightly flustered shy heart, like a song you were exposed, with my butterfly wing tender breath, sound sleepknowledgeyoutubeweddingphoto-hk.

Always inadvertently when received, you far away but everything is told. Rain and cloudy skies, changes in temperature, you and I both know. Then no wateriness life, also can be in your writing a beautiful poetic mood. Campanula, crisp 's words, your smiling face and hands warm, so far, yet so close. Within our reach, can touch your handsome face and you like jade fingertips. In time, these deep affection of whispered, quietly gone, how also not willing to miss any chance alone with you. If you can, I just want to be with you, no stage, no dye dust, handle relative, two forget his.

Remember this time last year, my Fang Chen is your deepest heaviest prayer. You said the encounter moments, as if a generation had passed. Multitude of Xuan paper, I pale if light mark inking a notepaper, Flower Hair garden, suddenly poured out of your day. You say all your travel and waiting, just like the butterfly flying. Wherever I am and not in, or not to come, you will be in my heart deeply under constant longing and hand to.

Let people like this river, reconcile oneself to one's situation was streaming with reserved track, close your eyes and listen to the river winds in the ear, the days slip away in the wind, was thought by your side even if forever, fixed on the river of time, has turned into a river, the layers of ripples, bit by bit scattered halo the fleeting time of Acacia, HR., as if return to yesterday fall into forever. The water in Miluo by, his lab speechless, story memory gradually lost in the rugged road, did not dare to sigh injury.

Love feast always easy to spread, and to look again, perhaps, you have been in the views of others. See a long pole light drawn million in adventure, see any fisherman fishing like spring, feel the life too, has less in your side to accompany, gufanyuanying, the long beach, Yan Nanfei has urged the young crazy, yesterday far, close my eyes but I couldn't hear. The river gently, wandering in the other shore, swim the volt line, love and don't love, just press screening simultaneously ending, dusty old, as the shadow follows the form, almost become the hearts a dreadful word.

I do not know the day if having feeling, or old, or if having feeling, will the vicissitudes of life. Night drunk wine Changsha, Hunan spring dawn line, the Du Fu, may also have the spring water flows east, thousands of years, the water still carrying the sky is vast, sunshine, see the same sky, a aloes on, a floating free and easy to use, how free and easy smile relieved heart war, like the Millennium dream, Di Di empty, Shang, about to be passed.

The passer-by, is home, tears and don't look back, tears cheated, cheated others, to deceive, to change the ending. Croon a song, lingering a voiceless, every word, fondle admiringly, seemed to feel the gentle, today the curtain to find yesterday's warm. Xiao Xiao Lamu, Luanhong long, and don't, walking with the night rain, the east wind night, the sun is high, to warm the haggard face. The prosperous years of the spring and autumn, a few degrees into clouds, the story again again, I'm afraid and amidst the lock the sorrow of parting, leaned a look, who is holding the dream scenery see through.

The idea of the mind to write something, but to write a little bit let friends playing to the mailbox, a friend to go back to school, it criticized, do not fit my style. I said that I write something? Friends said to you like blank for the topic. Yes, have been used to blank, blank, at any time or stay a little good. Hearing this suggestion, my brain is active, the paintings are held up mind.

First surfaced in front of this scene, the sky a few leisurely clouds drift, curly Susu, so contented satisfied. The ground to watch us, feel joy. Sometimes can be overcome by one's feelings to, if the sky is cloud, will be even more beautiful.

In hindsight, that we were wrong. When the sky is full of clouds, the cloud is white, became gloomy black, enveloped us breathless. Cloud is very beautiful, but as it fills the sky, lost original beauty, or also the sky original blank, so beautiful and so there exists, perhaps, this is a blank side!

I thought of the great experiment, one of the great scientists in very late, see one of his students was doing an experiment. He stepped forward, ask the students: "what are you doing here?" Students respectfully answered and said:" Sir, I was doing experiments." The scientists asked to" the day you doing?" The student replied" I also do experiments, mr.." After he finished the fully expect instructors will boast he is diligent, hard-working ... ... Students for a long time did not wait, the scientists looked grave, serious," you spend all day doing the experiment, right?" The student answered" yes, sir." " One day you do the experiment, then, you at what time to think?" Teacher asked. This event inspired us to do experiments to time leaving a blank, the blank is thinking. Give time to leave a little gap, and that may be the most precious fragment of memories.

The world in every moment occurred the change rapidly change, all kinds of ideological impact originally narrow space, like layers of waves, to our brain. Left brain a blank, don't fill every space of various ideological thinking, give you the filled ideology to the horizontal and vertical development.

Life is a wandering in the street, you'll find you like or don't like people or things, you will experience the adventure or flat to the distant road, you may experience go through untold hardships, also may not find alcohol spring dew, however, each can have every moment forever with you, for you did not meet, you this wandering blank. It will be with you be neither too familiar nor too distant, as the shadow follows the form ... ...

At this time, I still do not know to write something" blank", raised a little head, I looked at the sky of love. Blank, which is nothing, when you think of what, or remember what time, means no longer blank. Blank, a dash, behind no explanation, no explanation, a long pause, Dayton in you what not to place, open look at the eyes. The new born baby is the feeling of the blank, the new notebook is the text of the blank, never used on a blank tape is sound ... ...

The blank is not a pure sense of the blank, sometimes it is a kind of form filling, it will give the things of different significance of fill, making it more full of spirit, like to write articles, even with depressed literary talent, but also to the left a bit of blank, the blank is not the ups and downs of cease abruptly, but give the reader memory, imagination space, it will make the shine.

At this time, my mind starts a blank, to want to write a word also could not write, say, can be a look back, as I have copious and fluent freely flowing style of writing, book a thousand words, and we are visible gaps as the shadow follows the form, everywhere with us, and we can leave it blank into more brilliant hall allows it to follow in the footsteps of and I feel the warmth of the sun.