Wire wrapped around memories into my fingertip, forged three lives with you not forgetting fetters, was one of peace and prosperity by years of vicissitudes the Fireworks, not you, who also will partner by my side. Only in the night sky in the Meteor made a wish, wish you well, and then gently whispers floating water flow in the light of smiling people, I put my hand on the chest, you know, pledged as the wind, in the year. We had missed each other floating life.
Then, slowly, slowly, love to walk. Go straight down, can't bear to see you leave traces of tilt in the Sun, blue sky, with a 45 degree attitude, meet that belongs to my pride, you ain't here by my side, let the little pride, with me, without you accompanied me through the years.
Go backward, a person's shadow, a man alone and let sorrow, counter-current River.
The second, memories, let love tears
Silent heart without words, thought difficult to Ogata, on the offering of tea, and is silent, relies on the Windows, and view e of the night.
Cloud recruiting days, Ran Guang flashing neon decorated with blank, put the stars into the rain, extend into a star, isolate the magpie bridge. Looking at the immense Star Trek, as if vaguely see chronological, Cowherd alone keep Han Chuang Moon point shenque, Vega of afterlife waiting for dawn, only a midnight melancholy prime of youth falls, two Star again, who can then hold your hand, give the warmth of love. In the years that ren Tan and let your missing, goes on my Palm, Acacia, wander in the endless stars. We hope that you, hereafter.
2011年8月19日星期五
Chapter three the emotion language
Chapter three the emotion language
Night rendering the sunny season, put the time buried the heart, dusty attached and you in the past, and the day, stranding the sad countercurrent years, divided into memory stop, flowing wound Millennium of love. I used a paper notes, write those stories about us, in the years that thin qianhua micro-light makeup, certified real estate broker with you ask hooded until lease wide intervals of yin and Yang of life and death, to you.
Flowers into rain, scattered shoulder, residual fragrant haunts, hot looks mess heart, I of eye, blurred in that/youth, saw, 翩 dance of butterfly, stagnation in fingertip, carrying was several WISP aromatic sky floating flocculation, bulk in sky of clouds in, I hand holding was blue and white, sprinkled Xia, buried has that segment and you of love, then slowly of turned, are prepared parting, but suddenly heard distance came a first song, I Pleurotus listening, heard has you in that years alone keep solitary months of die young, heard has you in that years Sleep talking of love, not consciously of tears fell, vaguely remember, then of Misty Rain Dim, then of an oil lamp stretches, you go go stopped stopped, with was feet of shadow, found not to direction, only squatting in that stone-sur-Shang, quiet of maishou. Flowery embellishment of your neon fire scars, bustling streets was isolated from the noise of your grief, who see, annihilation of Red Dust lonely, who can hear, dropping who Weeps.
Dongfeng wasting your image, you in the end, embarked on a journey, waved and left the love of the sky. Ease of Miss in the clouds, summer flowers in dazzling smile, all the memories about you, slowly split apart from my mind, Shizumi as autumn leaves fall to the ground, in the season, to ashes.
Night rendering the sunny season, put the time buried the heart, dusty attached and you in the past, and the day, stranding the sad countercurrent years, divided into memory stop, flowing wound Millennium of love. I used a paper notes, write those stories about us, in the years that thin qianhua micro-light makeup, certified real estate broker with you ask hooded until lease wide intervals of yin and Yang of life and death, to you.
Flowers into rain, scattered shoulder, residual fragrant haunts, hot looks mess heart, I of eye, blurred in that/youth, saw, 翩 dance of butterfly, stagnation in fingertip, carrying was several WISP aromatic sky floating flocculation, bulk in sky of clouds in, I hand holding was blue and white, sprinkled Xia, buried has that segment and you of love, then slowly of turned, are prepared parting, but suddenly heard distance came a first song, I Pleurotus listening, heard has you in that years alone keep solitary months of die young, heard has you in that years Sleep talking of love, not consciously of tears fell, vaguely remember, then of Misty Rain Dim, then of an oil lamp stretches, you go go stopped stopped, with was feet of shadow, found not to direction, only squatting in that stone-sur-Shang, quiet of maishou. Flowery embellishment of your neon fire scars, bustling streets was isolated from the noise of your grief, who see, annihilation of Red Dust lonely, who can hear, dropping who Weeps.
Dongfeng wasting your image, you in the end, embarked on a journey, waved and left the love of the sky. Ease of Miss in the clouds, summer flowers in dazzling smile, all the memories about you, slowly split apart from my mind, Shizumi as autumn leaves fall to the ground, in the season, to ashes.
Buddhism
Buddhism
"Meet" and "reunite" "parting" constitutes between him and her life. That year, he was 17 years old, and she was 23 years old. Excellence for envy perhaps days, had a treatment of young patients. Maybe one day sleep awake not to anymore. When she complained about her own life, fate of injustice. Not happy with the life also.
She worked in her hometown a carving factory, may be related to Buddha, so he has a nice network named Buddhism. Is first met on the Internet. He asked her: "how old are you? "She answered:" 23, how disappointed, I'm not so young. "He smiled," Oh, no, nice to meet you ". While pleased, he says, "sending you a handshake are no better"? She said, Ah, what to me? About ten minutes later he placed a piece of her painting a picture of myself to her past. When he received, he was surprised: "do me? "Full of surprise on his face.
Buddhism is a very kind girl, maybe someone I know no one is more foolish than he. But she is very fond of tears, always likes to sneak in a dark room, crying. Perhaps her father and mother do not know, and she tells him to tell him things at work, family and friends, and so on are not happy about. He seriously listened to, also feel his sorrow, anguish and helplessness.
Later, he was getting worse. Doctors had told him maybe you for long, he is not much surprise only hint of said "Oh". As a person who had prepared to die. But worry he has another one, that she----Buddhism.
In one day, maybe Buddhism is in a bad mood, he said to her: "if I meet you in heaven, do you think of who I am? If I meet you in heaven, you would remember who I am? She said "I will remember you". Somehow she bursts into tears, tears just drops under the clatter of falling. He said: "the Minx, promise that whenever no longer tears later, you know? Her ex know. At that moment, he found himself a little bit like this girl, but how long will this like maintaining it? Take advantage of his absence, she gave him a message: "with tears, your face. Circled in my head constantly, reflections of city lights, lonely lamp was my, perhaps life is full of regret and escape may not hide too, not necessarily sad, are not necessarily long, lonely and not necessarily unhappy. He promised me, do not cry again please? Alive.
Meet one last time, it was a light wind clouds pale night. On the walls of the ancient town in the South, everywhere is full of vicissitudes. Say goodbye to him tonight, and he, from this far away from the human world. She said "I leave, may be a long, long, remember your world, I have to. I flow through the air over the city. "She says," do not go if you go, I will be more lonely. "He was silent, vaguely remember the word" flower blossom falling, flowers don't xiangli. "Just leave quietly.
Is there a love makes people cry? Is there a love never not tired? Is there a margin call to survive? She and he was sure would have. He went quietly, as he gently, he waved sleeve away is to think about with affection and unending yearning.
"Meet" and "reunite" "parting" constitutes between him and her life. That year, he was 17 years old, and she was 23 years old. Excellence for envy perhaps days, had a treatment of young patients. Maybe one day sleep awake not to anymore. When she complained about her own life, fate of injustice. Not happy with the life also.
She worked in her hometown a carving factory, may be related to Buddha, so he has a nice network named Buddhism. Is first met on the Internet. He asked her: "how old are you? "She answered:" 23, how disappointed, I'm not so young. "He smiled," Oh, no, nice to meet you ". While pleased, he says, "sending you a handshake are no better"? She said, Ah, what to me? About ten minutes later he placed a piece of her painting a picture of myself to her past. When he received, he was surprised: "do me? "Full of surprise on his face.
Buddhism is a very kind girl, maybe someone I know no one is more foolish than he. But she is very fond of tears, always likes to sneak in a dark room, crying. Perhaps her father and mother do not know, and she tells him to tell him things at work, family and friends, and so on are not happy about. He seriously listened to, also feel his sorrow, anguish and helplessness.
Later, he was getting worse. Doctors had told him maybe you for long, he is not much surprise only hint of said "Oh". As a person who had prepared to die. But worry he has another one, that she----Buddhism.
In one day, maybe Buddhism is in a bad mood, he said to her: "if I meet you in heaven, do you think of who I am? If I meet you in heaven, you would remember who I am? She said "I will remember you". Somehow she bursts into tears, tears just drops under the clatter of falling. He said: "the Minx, promise that whenever no longer tears later, you know? Her ex know. At that moment, he found himself a little bit like this girl, but how long will this like maintaining it? Take advantage of his absence, she gave him a message: "with tears, your face. Circled in my head constantly, reflections of city lights, lonely lamp was my, perhaps life is full of regret and escape may not hide too, not necessarily sad, are not necessarily long, lonely and not necessarily unhappy. He promised me, do not cry again please? Alive.
Meet one last time, it was a light wind clouds pale night. On the walls of the ancient town in the South, everywhere is full of vicissitudes. Say goodbye to him tonight, and he, from this far away from the human world. She said "I leave, may be a long, long, remember your world, I have to. I flow through the air over the city. "She says," do not go if you go, I will be more lonely. "He was silent, vaguely remember the word" flower blossom falling, flowers don't xiangli. "Just leave quietly.
Is there a love makes people cry? Is there a love never not tired? Is there a margin call to survive? She and he was sure would have. He went quietly, as he gently, he waved sleeve away is to think about with affection and unending yearning.
Expo Museum
Expo Museum, story about a timid scholar, and a daring snake fairies; Sunrise reflecting snow, broken bridge, bridge had not been concluded for a period of acquaintance and meeting romantic sorrow and joy. Leifeng pagoda for the colour of the West Lake, is due here have buried some sincere feelings. Leifeng sunset, we can gaze at the pagoda, but thousands of years before the building has come tumbling down.
"Breaking bad, have not." The Wun Sha women go for the year, but left her born beautiful West Lake. "When the country's rise and fall of its own, Wu Man why blame beauties"? Wu's downfall, not because of the beauty of Xi Shi. Hill, the Castle Peak louwai Lou, dance when will the West Lake? This poet who blame the Imperial Court governing part of the courting the Southern Song dynasty seeking no progress, seek safety in Jiangnan; beautiful West Lake, has witnessed countless human prosperity and well-being. Warm wind blew visitors drunk, straight bianzhou Hangzhou. The beautiful West Lake, and people add something irrelevant to her body. But a hung clear water can have a fascinating scenery, it contains fixed heavy dust of history.
Perhaps, for Heaven Lake, knows these are adequate. "Although not to, yearning for SB. or sth" for your favorite things, not to, heart on it. She is a beautiful picture, suitable for far appreciate; and a tree full of flowers, although far from looking or can smell refreshing scent of man. And you really close, maybe those beautiful petals had drifted down to the ground, you pick up from under the tree, just a gentle sigh. Sometimes, give your heart a place, with an empty feeling, really good, but it clear like the Lake rippling, who used scenery, waves waves.
West Lake, in heaven. Retain the footsteps of ancient and modern visitors, also retain a number of stories. At any time and space, there will be a variety of beauty in beautiful, are all looking forward to looking forward to. Never to touch lightly, loneliness lonely alone, lonely tastes when lonely; cold love as the hint of hate, owned a copy waiting for reserve and expansion.
"Breaking bad, have not." The Wun Sha women go for the year, but left her born beautiful West Lake. "When the country's rise and fall of its own, Wu Man why blame beauties"? Wu's downfall, not because of the beauty of Xi Shi. Hill, the Castle Peak louwai Lou, dance when will the West Lake? This poet who blame the Imperial Court governing part of the courting the Southern Song dynasty seeking no progress, seek safety in Jiangnan; beautiful West Lake, has witnessed countless human prosperity and well-being. Warm wind blew visitors drunk, straight bianzhou Hangzhou. The beautiful West Lake, and people add something irrelevant to her body. But a hung clear water can have a fascinating scenery, it contains fixed heavy dust of history.
Perhaps, for Heaven Lake, knows these are adequate. "Although not to, yearning for SB. or sth" for your favorite things, not to, heart on it. She is a beautiful picture, suitable for far appreciate; and a tree full of flowers, although far from looking or can smell refreshing scent of man. And you really close, maybe those beautiful petals had drifted down to the ground, you pick up from under the tree, just a gentle sigh. Sometimes, give your heart a place, with an empty feeling, really good, but it clear like the Lake rippling, who used scenery, waves waves.
West Lake, in heaven. Retain the footsteps of ancient and modern visitors, also retain a number of stories. At any time and space, there will be a variety of beauty in beautiful, are all looking forward to looking forward to. Never to touch lightly, loneliness lonely alone, lonely tastes when lonely; cold love as the hint of hate, owned a copy waiting for reserve and expansion.
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