In the spring, the spring, there is sunshine, not mean to show off his swagger. The wind was cold, the temperature is very low, in the winter cold is still down in the spring. I feel like this cold weather, down to the valley木結他班
. Because of that winter, I failed to pass the test, disdainful I like aubergine, lost its color. Today is still clearly remember, that day, interior, such as spring temperature in warm through the cold heart, tears like breaching of the dike, emission, flooded the entire face to face. Because did not test well, so that the whole learning process, I feel kind of incomplete regret, as the broken mirror, not perfect. At the same time also severely hurt self-esteem. To spread into I don't want to go to school, to once again face the former teacher. That guilt left me speechless. In the spring I are intertwined in this test, we can't forget. May be the face or to face, when I'm shy and guilty face the teacher's smile, feeling sorry for the teacher in cultivation, shame Veda salon
That day, the wind, with the warmth of the sun. That day, you with a smile like the sun stood in front of me, a warm feeling. I naturally or half unconsciously to tell you to test those sad past. You are listening to, occasionally come out a few words about words. We laughed ... ...
You, in my cold heart, to draw a warm character. You like your smile, let a person very easily near. Later in the day, you always deliberately arranged for me, take care of, cold spring of the palpitation of the heart, in the late spring day, such as the warmer weather, slowly with temperature. You let me in the mood of depressed, feel the stranger's care. The caring enough to warm up a cold heart. " Stranger ", for the time, you can only be a stranger. Later, later, you can arrange for me to give everything, to help me practice, prepare the exam again. You are no longer strangers, friends, because you use the whole spring time touched me 門禁系統
I spent the whole summer to forget you. That day, summer, rain, the sky was dark, the car my smile is very bright, I like to stay with you, chat, laugh. That day, you are very serious, very solemn statement, saying: " I love you, but then again, there is a glimpse of, from the heart no longer belongs to him. " I'm a bit silly, somewhat unexpectedly. When the window rain very hard falls, dark sky enveloped the earth, together with the car we. After a thunder, and you could tell I was afraid,: " I said to frighten you, or thunder frightened ". Love you asked. My mouth gently to raise Yang, use the most simple way to respond to you ... ... Continued after the silence. In fact, I love you just like the beautiful bloom of fireworks, fireworks as thin as gone cold. Living in two worlds, each other does not intersect. This encounter this confession, is nothing more than a beautiful open, but is open to the end of the. Later, I had bluntly refused, causing you to a beautiful turn, also involve some pain in my heart. Later, I try to forget you, forget my world you have been to ...
These years wandering outside, nostalgia is like an aged wine, the longer is the aroma. Day me in the boundless huge crowd, strong nostalgia was the trivia and busy work to dilute, and in such a silent night, night alone taste cool, indulge in the year of Chen Hong singing" home" have a look on both sides of the Changjiang River in the beautiful melody, deep down slowly from the infinite melancholy, quietly endure" all alone in a foreign land, during the festive season" the suffering.
Think of mother's day call, the heart is very bad. My mother is eighty-one years old this year, now the body is still well. The mother and brother at home have been living together, but the brother she were to make a living on the road over the year. Four years ago the father died, mother have a person in the home. Originally wanted to take her here with me, but the old man would not want to say is, here I didn't know anyone else to chat with her, too, so every time has come to be not for two or three days on a hurry to rush home, I very understand mother's mood. Only long sends home living expenses, are free to call home, Fengnianguojie three family back home and the old place will become a habit and law.
It is only recently that I work very busy, all kinds of things to keep me busy. The Touyunnaozhang, no time to back home to have a look, also neglected to call his mother. Mother was worried that calling about a lot, I know a family of three safe and sound after the rest hangs up the phone. It is a" pitiful world parents heart", although simple words it contains abundant heart of mother please.
Indeed, we have ignorance, do not know how to understand parents ' intentions, also do not know the parents of their children the selfless, great love. Now as a husband, new father deeply appreciate the parents that a great mind, have to say the love is a kind of no return to pay, the sincere love is not calculated, even more beautiful words are hard to describe.
" A man of love, what can be cruel", each one of us hope that parents and friends and love, longing for love. But we are often too busy while neglecting to care for our family and friends.
In fact, the life no matter how busy we are, we will never leave the love exchange, in the vast sea of humanity only our relatives, lovers and some real friends is our lifetime relationship, is what we are part of the mind!
We live in different propagation debris desire crosscurrent society, many people have great wealth, but they are not the most rich, life has to live in peace and harmony, a warm stable family, healthy and strong body, peace of mind is the only true enrich the rich, not to love and be love, then life becomes dull dull.
While most afraid to hear sound is a shovel on the stones on a friction, the grieved feeling. Ghosts are really not heard, the wolf heard, did not imagine the terrible terrible. Sichuan is said to have a living with the wolves were even taught wolf singing, this is really good. But the wolf change to eat human nature?
Some voice will let us irritable, such as on the road the anxious driver crazy horn, when the plane takes off a huge roar, there is to hear people quarrel hysterical curses, will let people have a deep fear and unease.
I'd like the train to train and the exchange of voice, also like a person listen to the clock ticking sound, I heard a quiet. I sometimes envy some of the ancients from voice to feel the quiet beauty, such as Wang Wei, his spring stone upper, his Ming spring stream of time, we can not only feel the nature of static, can feel the inner arms of the lonely. Wang Ji's" cicadas forest more than static, a more secluded mountain birds" also had already met, just not the ancients share a quality suggestive of poetry or painting.
Used to read ancient, slowly will love to listen to the sound of the earth. Especially the spring recovery of all things, I am glad I have heard in young plants grow voice. Water in the moonlight in the late spring night, listening to the spring ding-dong. At that time two maternal uncles holding my hand from the Liangshan opera back, I still remember that night were opera, although ignorant, but will be in the play the kind moved. Later in the TV to see the opera will feel particularly kind, especially to see the classic Chang Xiangyu. Only the other day I was downloading some to listen online, I am not a fan, I only use the way I miss the good wine kind the tears of love. Qingming season but think of him, in the reading evening I think of him, there is deep down I am wordless moved. I miss him warm hands and smiling eyes, he let me feel the warmth, and for a long time so that I learn how to live to love and compassion