2011年1月4日星期二

Pick a bouquet of winter sun, warming cover that screens Youmeng

Pick a bouquet of winter sun, warming cover that screens Youmeng

Clear the way the sun set foot on the road, only two hours to come to your city safe. Foreign land speckled with fresh breath of earth, to be filled with a plume of heart refreshing cool feeling. When my friend and I went to Sen Bola park gate, I saw the coming in my direction, a beautiful woman, and that deep and shallow laugh, and that the flow of blue eyes, melodious sound like the call of the bell ... the temptation ... I welcome the speed step into, oh, closer, beating heart conceal my face and eyes that glint of light ... ...
Had in mind to imagine how many times together in the situation, to really come near you, all the rehearsals have become redundant squid, do not plug in the plug, the beautiful story of the truth as early as performed on stage. You make carrying a basket of flowers in hand, came up and I gently shook the hand of the gentle heart, all in phase with each other as loving that moment, with the full basket of fragrant veins. Oh, the sun smiled, we laughed.
Beautiful, not always in good weather on the way, some of the turning angle of fate in the encounter, a chain tie him stumbling through the years after the baptism of forming a timeless landscape. Know why you think that you are a "change of heart in the wings," into your delicate and graceful yet rational words, the mind was deeply impressed. Through your words, I saw remove the "change of heart in the wings" for you, a look of determination of the expression is raised, the pace of sequencing and powerful forward towards the brave wind and rain ... ... you sigh for the fate of the troubled, restless for the self You impressed. In your determination to discard a pair of "change of heart in the wings", I remember the name purple bell, and from my heart with you!
Four years time, if that is the life of the gear, can be considered a rotation period of not less than. Light walking fate Road several times thinking, though easy to add new channel Huarongyuemao Yan, bitter but not the enemy shadows often go hand in hand, only Qingsi Wanlv around the Red, hi sigh not like you spend the right close. Years, as the flow, how many streams do not think and read, and you go all the way memory is not hot feelings, not too much chat, just a touch of concern relative to pull and silent friendship, I am grateful that you let me have it a sincere Love and putting a trace impurities.
In the get together this time, can not help you carefully looked at the sun: a light blue jeans, a white shirt, a pink wool vest outside the ride, lays out a petite yet concise and competent, pleasant appearance, One can not help but want to see close to people, to care.
When I Lanzhu your shoulders, you are carefully hand stroked my hair, each heart beat in the distance the moment of contact, direct analysis of heart put into a boom up. Listen to you about your life bit by bit, you will always be fooled by the look of facial expressions ... ... So you smile for a frown., As I imagined you, beautiful voice was very pleasant chimes my window , whenever the wind blows, wind chimes every shake, he will issue a "jingle, jingle" musical ring tones, let me fascinated, Fluttering me reverie.

Pure white pain, go back a smile

Pure white pain, go back a smile

Shattered mirror, a frown. Tightening of the eyebrows, but also how intractable! This is me? When this hidden grief, so remarkable in the face, why, how touching, but also sharing grievances that eyebrow? Is not it, even though I no matter how hidden, but also hide the sadness, and whether the corner, not more pain no longer installed? I do not know, there are days when I can not no longer hidden, I will not tear drops at all before that scene, will Henlang Bei? I can not imagine how!
Pale face, the pain of pure white, can not go back the smile. All in all, is so obvious, so pale and weak! Always in the quiet night, no one in the corner, bear patiently with that text, telling the hearts of the injury. But, I'm just a man, after all, trivial to small, no fancy words to describe, can only be issued by the heart. Slightly cold wind blowing, and I can only Juansu in the corner, And hold your shoulders, your heating. That hard hug, you can really feel the warmth, but why, I still shaking so badly?
I will maximize the music, filled the entire space, so, is not to not feel lonely? So how tears? This song, too familiar, a certain period, we have heard together! Is so familiar, but charge the full sadness. I forgot you right, I forgot the pain that it hurt, right? I also really want to forget, try not to remember, but I did not do it. In a corner somewhere, something with the material, my mind will always go along the road surface, things done together. In such a night, dare to show your true, they want you will be presumptuous, the kind of thought into the heart! But when I discovered, can never go past, we no longer future.
Always remember that one day see the words "we do not have in the past, the past is the past, we have no future, the future yet to come," how like us! Although in the past has been in the past, the future did not come to me, but still walking in the memories of the tunnel, did not come out. Smile flower once, and now beautiful but sad. Go back a smile, forget the pain, this is called carnal! Origin edge off, and all revel, this is a portrayal of reality or in the console itself?
Bloom again, a vast land. Hazy night sky, shrouded in fog fog and can not see stars, do not see the front, but I do not know want to where. Tomorrow is sunny or cloudy, tomorrow, can not but sorrow, can be a light smoke, static water, beautiful woman? -

Met in the text, become attached to the good

Met in the text, become attached to the good


Occasionally encounter, although I do not know who you are, but I read your words and you which a good heart. I walked into your text your close to your, like War period, as long as there is anywhere in the world to sing "The Internationale," the place where you always find your soul mate and his comrades.
In 2010, the last winter, not in the New Year's bell sounded, I faintly heard a solemn grandeur of that place to sing the "Internationale", I Stomping the line, tracks the sound to find Sure enough, you wait for me. Neither earlier nor later step in the soon to be over the last day of 2010, we met and gratitude in our hearts waves simultaneously, each senses, we really lucky, met, nice!
话不投机半句多, minds think alike. Few lines, a few words, yet we instantly shorten the distance closer. Common aspirations, common interests, common beliefs, common pursuit of sisterly spontaneously. Even is thousands of miles, the other side of the shore, but also keep us separated from the same root of Chinese descent, you are my sister, I am your sister, this is the same fact.
Because you are about as promised, because of sisterly this year, I will go to the "good mood original literature" there, we adjourned to the front. Please also keep in mind that past life five hundred times in the head, only in exchange for this life rub shoulders, yesterday, in our common look back at the moment, the Buddha asked us to end a sister, text, soul edge, because we are destined to be destined past life, life of the contract.
In 2011, our space every day a happy life! We will meet in affinity for the "good mood the original literature." Sister, please keep in mind, I hope we meet again, where affinity is our common desire to ah!...