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A kind of color

  1. 2012/08/02(木) 12:08:00|
  2. more in sorrow|
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A person walking in the street, suddenly shoulder patted, turned to see a happy face, heart very happy, in a strange city encounters a familiar person, is a how amazing things. But, your face transient froze, the original smile disappeared, coldly said, sorry, wrong person.

Originally just a stranger, you go your way, my pace was so hurried. In a place like this, I met an old, even dialect, pulled a few home weather, is also a kind of surprise.

Once we simply believe, everything can be enduring as the universe, so it's careless, that the future is still very long, the opportunity to meet many still, no need to burst into tears, you took me out. A meal, two words, it left a few years emotion. As time flies, life to many people, went to a lot of people, we are also gradually felt numb. Wait to meet again when, you not that you, I am not that I.

Is it right? I had a time machine, can cut through to the ancient times, even through to the young can also. Still beautiful picture, recorded the moment, to say the least advice, now will not have too many regrets. At the same time, also can have a look young himself, did many stupid things, though feel stupid, but for now it is a beautiful memories.

A person's growth is a price to pay, not casually a person from ignorance into a manner extraordinary mature. Once upon a time to know a person, on the podium and talk about their KK, heroes of the past, but asked for his life why is everything is going smoothly. When, he said some outsiders don't know experience. When the University of trash, to a plastic bottle, behind et al for a long time, after graduation to sleep across the road, in order to get help from a man but a few days without sleep. Although he succeeded now, but who can see him behind the pay?

Growth, unspeakable pain. The passage of time, we should choose to forget, forget, forget how could be so simple. Perhaps you are busy life, perhaps you are the dream work, a person, a thing, at a specific time, specific place, will flash in your mind. Sometimes it is not a sad, want to inquire deeply into, but you will not find it, let it have its swing, for, after, mood and improved, life is restored to an original track.

How many dreams become reality, many reality became the dream. Each person's life there are always so many miracles, from birth, we conquer thousands on thousands of people, and received a good education, until now, there is no doubt that he is a winner. The helplessness of life, that can't tell the dream and reality, dreaming of the time believed to be real, real time thinks is a dream.

After several days of confusion, forget the dream of yesterday is true or false, just downstairs bicycle can not find, the neighbor, owe the money back? Life becomes a mess. If one day, you find that it call, get up! The teacher came in. At this time, you wake up, look around familiar eyes, the teacher smiled and walked. Now all is just a dream, you are happy, or sad?

The years lintel

  1. 2012/07/23(月) 16:02:20|
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Time flow like water, a few deep love. The silent years, do not need to leave, can achieve a passing if one sense of loss. The wind blew away time, left a sad; time treading ever, take the past fragment. Dream light up a period of time, to recall a warm home. A reflection, afraid to see the CAW blood red. Ask door fine willow, several storms away dreams. Few thoughts, green died without a trace. Afraid of looking back, flying dust such as sand, more in sorrow.

Love, is an opening in the years spent, not for four and the crown, not due to drain the rain god. As the water time, in the solitude of space where the meandering tactfully; cycle time, light and easy slow show over the years. With the wind blowing, roll over the horizon cloud, with uninhibited attitude, will and a piece of all time, blown into the bi-xiao.

Love immerged in the high-rise buildings in the world, hiding in the forest vegetation of natural. Her blooming filled with intoxicating fragrance, her appearance movie, such as clean water, Qin spleen and clearing. But people can't see, touch not.

Maybe, love is only a dress rehearsal of the drama, a little attention, then quietly curtain of the song and a song. Too late to dressing and ileum, he lost many beautiful. The young we do not know what is the treasure, the flowing time, hurt, missed much unwilling affection.

Time braved the wind and rain, in the years of the journey, silently through the spring and summer and autumn and winter. She does not show off a brilliant luster, not sentimentally attached to the phase noise stay drunk. Only once no complaint no trace to bloom, her value is revealed her and feels most incisive, let a person so unforgettable.

A short time, can't afford to waste, will you threw in a remote corner of. In the dream the flower falls like rain, dark magenta many sad, only one strand of memory are new condition. Never fading scenery, in recall and silent gaze, saddened with the vicissitudes of life change. So fresh, so has the old time.

Love beauty, transient, she does not envy or purple red flowers of both, is not only the scene of debauchery thousands of red dust, but will not give you too much time to appreciate, will not let you choose her walking pace, even when you will be away sadly sign silhouette.

Held the seasons, listening to sad shadow Twilight whisper, but hope, in the years after the road, carrying the fragrance, cited wind to inspire, the time simple mark book wrapped into a callosity. Count drip feelings, the lonely heart turned into rain clouds will hate, rub it into a row of tones, in the silent time will past through, break through.

Rivers flow, a smoke at home; seasonal cycle, worldly Gengnong situation. Loneliness desolation Castle complex, appearance not old dark war. Get a cold with emotion, and the soft wet ink marks, disseminated at the joys and sorrows, in blue light coming into a fingertip sleeve notes, mounting a never fading scenery high-mounted love edge.

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