Jump beige paper with not a line in a poem and the messy state of mind. I like summer, like poetry, like music. Like to listen to the story of the summer and summer.
this summer, quiet and beautiful, such as shoot flowers, beautiful and brilliant colorful blossom. It is said that bloom silent. But I hear them whisper quiet light, carefully singing the song of the summer, has a long fine.
May.
May. Early summer.
in to all the story of the start all is full of surprises ... all to get up early Fangxin and little girl city into the fields up left to adopt spring Red Cherry and a smile. early summer
gardenia has opened. Still so beautiful and so white.
singing flying. Then there is a drop of water fell on my hands. Looking at the stars, I thought, maybe stars really tears ...
miss high school that has accompanied my little garden. Good big tree Michelia tree, the stone table stone bench under a tree, one side of the Na Zhu gardenia. Those who miss those things, those who sang the song, which flows through the tears. There are many, many friends. Now scattered ends of the earth, whether the same smell the fragrance of this familiar? Blessings to you only wish to side wind. The little garden is no longer, the spring of 2008, it left with us. Go when the winter vacation, leaving only ruins. Memories, miss, can only have photographs taken by those who carved time. Simple young, flawless youth.
gardenia fragrance, but also a fall farewell season. Hope that those people are smiling to say goodbye. Good-bye, there is always the day goodbye. One day a certain period.
in June.
in June. Summer.
Midsummer Night's Dream. The memory of dreams, dreams expectations. Fingers connected, and promise a wish, like all good people happy.
and basking in the sun's cat ... ...
I would sit there,
arms Chuaizhuo letter,
a very short text messages.
This is my dream ... ...
the original, so I did not say if some exports led to a secret hidden in the bottom of my heart, share of regret, even more beautiful.
years later, when I am old, sitting quietly under the eaves, looking full of sunshine taste of the world, touching the lazy cat, and Y will remember who said those images with ? At that time, how will you remember those times? Happy or sad? Whether there was a person, a letter, reads: remember to be a happy girl. Therefore, I will be happy, simple joy! ! I was not the story of a child, a person walking slowly.
remember L said: . Opposite the house, open the rice yellow curtains, a father on the sofa for his son a story, not see their faces, but must be very quiet and happy.
coming and going, who it was, Who left?
life train slowly forward, looking out the window passing the quiet landscape, suddenly miss someone - my grandfather, he went very quiet, no sadness and worry. I prefer to believe that he was tired, my life, so would like to have a good sleep in a beautiful place. This time last year, he was ill, no one told me, just because I want to entrance. In fact, I know, but I pretend not to know, I have always believed, and so I end this post with a smile to see him, he will, as before, the body kind of smile tough. He and I, like snake, remember he has been smiling on me that he was born in the snake is doomed to life at noon on hard, and I was born in the winter midnight, the snake will be steady,UGG boots, happy life, which is his I am most true and final blessing. June 8, entrance end of the world suddenly uncertain, as if we are naive overnight. June 9, her mother came to pick me up, rainy days, the rhythm of the way home, my mother told me the truth, he was ill in hospital. In those days, the memory so clear. Pain, so true. Always see him, we all laughed, as far as possible face no trace of sadness, has to believe in miracles. I remember way back, my mother's face in tears. I took her hand, her mother is a strong woman. The memory of last year's sky has been overcast with. Miracle or no, he went by the weight loss, our hearts have been hurt significantly. Go very quiet and did not notice until too late to wait until I grow up this snake Offer. Sent him away the day, days of floating the rain, smell, has not stopped. Days crying. I did not cry, it is so quiet to see you leave. Mom said that such a good person, how's that gone. Tears in rain. In the night I dream of him, then burst into tears. I remember every evening, and grandmother, or the same as before, still standing in front of the TV drama quiet mountain shouting: Like sheep before rushing back. . I am the most important person in life, you are in heaven a good time? There are also goats have bee it? Year. Snake like the old snake. .
life, how long? Heaven, how far? ?
... ...
July.
July. Summer.
yesterday so spectacular Phoenix flowers, a tree downtown, way. Hua Banyu falling,UGG boots clearanc, it seems red tears Shanshan. Short stay, then tragic departure. They also bid farewell to the branches in the curtain call so dignified, not the slightest Gloomy. Jinzhao shoot the Phoenix flower gradually fade away, Lvfeihongshou, with only sporadic Highlights dotted in between ...
green sky here is blue, pure in spirit, often keep trace of the aircraft out of date, looking at which round after round of white when the ribbon. Think of This is a sad fairy tale has aesthetic, and love the sky, she looked at the sky through the window to quiet his Picture Freeze into eternity ...
for the first time that empty library, the huge desk, a person free random tinkering. The left hand side of the hat and the cup of tea, the right hand side of the pencil case and book fiction journal. Repeated listening to Suddenly I hope you are here to share this quiet, relaxing. The hibiscus flowers scattered across the lawn, still bright smile after dying in the summer sunshine. Want to tell you, hibiscus flower clusters of front suffix of rice among the green leaves, like the gorgeous blooming Wisteria butter had a child covered with shelves of grapes. Would like to gently bite cotton candy, soft sweet, fine taste, like a colorful childhood dream ... ...
mother's footprints. ... ... There is not really destiny, a person a place to wait for one person suffered a lot and wait for a long time. See Chai Jing's blog before, there is an interview with a photographer, he said, he just kept walking, walking and shooting edge thinking, life under the lens. When he sat in front of the Parthenon in Athens rock, see a quiet evening sunset oblique, his figure reflected in these well-weathered monuments filled with earth-shaking when he was only shock and regret, how small of a grain, they will continue to exist so long time knows no boundaries waiting for the wilderness, while their own to shift where? ... ... I do not know a lot of things only when a quiet audience.
listen to a song, crosses, no home. The eyes look at so and so of their own shadow? Each greeting can make me smile touched.; Each strand of flowers leaves flutter can I stop; used to wait for the look, like The Catcher in the Scarecrow, quiet waiting for the future.
from tomorrow onwards, towards the sea, with spring. ... ... in the Faye Wong's
August.
August. Late summer.
this season, the home of the sky had been raining, the fields green rice rocked, the branches twitter of sparrows Viiv, doing street dog tail grass childhood dream. -
Every morning, always at 6 o'clock wake up, opened the window, the sun gently sprinkle a little moist air, not like summer. See some people who did not know happily sweat, I heard that they are always similar in 5:00 the foot of mountain sunrise in Xi-wei. Agreement and the mountains, I love,UGGs, life and nature so close to the feeling.
Every evening, on time wearing sports pants sports shoes, listening to Mayday's A person running on the road, sometimes days are overcast days are filled with dark clouds and sometimes clear and sometimes a crescent sunset Rays hidden in the clouds, the occasional chase of several innocent children beside, and occasionally smiled at me kind of old. Just enjoy a laugh every mood.
Zhou Guoping in the the other between a lone soul and answer the call of the most profound. the soul of the walk, there is only one goal is to find God. the soul of reason can only walk alone, because everyone only to find himself, to find his God.
Perhaps life really need some quiet time. Busy day, stop running non-stop pursuit, and tired, the heart just trying to piece the silent woods, listen to the whisper of wind and see the clouds hovering think about the meaning of life. The text as sheng, philosophizing. Like Forrest Gump, run, away, until one day suddenly stopped, plain speaking, want to go home. There is no reason, just like it. A Moved, and tears, who would insist on whole life, do not leave do not give up, to the end of the world.
But no one can ever had a strong heart will be fragile and need someone to accompany it through the rain rough Ke Hum. Friends life go together, do not you, I may not so sunny smile to face life and the world. I'm afraid once a person alone, now I understand the fetters of mind share of the care and never lonely. Although no-one to accompany your life, but with the days on the treasure, because after this last for years, leaving only memories of memories. I believe each and every encounter is a friend of fate is predestined luck. As the ruffian Tsai's Do not agree with you. will one day, we will meet again.
perhaps, not very distant dream of the Rainbow, I believe and stick with.
find one of their own way, courageous efforts.
never give up. Until the ends of the earth. -
Early summer, summer,UGGs, summer, late summer. Youth, like a song, like a poem, like a bunch of flowers, set in a dream season that flutters.
summer. Ann.
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