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Look out of the window

Le 20 juillet 2015, 10:43 dans Humeurs 0

The world is so dim and misty, dreamlike. The mountains, such as Dai, heavy haze brume, such as a piece of splash ink landscape painting, that noisy bazaar in the rain coax Chung and scattered, running pedestrian avoidance, the lake boats stopped, and slowly near the bank. Promenade of the Lake Pavilion floor in the rain become like the clusters of red flowers, green lotus, rain fell on the lake, stick up a circle a circle of ripples, the outward diffusion of the water ring, occasionally one or two Koi, poked his head out from the water ring, think rain moisture dull, they want to float to the surface to breathe a rain in the pleasant aromatic.

However, these are not the most beautiful, the most beautiful is that a thick from far and near the happy heart. Every time it rains, they begin to wait, and wait for the beautiful to come here. Look, she's coming! Dressed in a printed with blue and white case at the end of the white dress, beautiful black hair black hair hangs the waist, to draw a plum with snow apricot yellow paper umbrella, a pair of Jiaorong micro hatred of beauty Juan cheek. Girl, what makes you so much resentment.

You quiet a person, walk on the bridge of the green stone slab, gently step toward here. Long eyelashes below, a pair of bright black eyes, glowing crystal tears, cherry red lips slightly hard, brow knit the brows, the corners of the mouth slightly anger, call a person good heart to cherish. Graceful posture swaying in the wind and rain, from far and near, and quietly disappear in the cycle from the near to the distant, long alley. Raindrops dada fall on the umbrella, fall down, but unconsciously fell to the the charming cheeks, it suffused with crystal pearl Yan Rong, I do not know the rain or tears. Don't know who is so pity, let you so sad.

Since then, open the window to see the rain, they want to see you. But you never now the rain showers in the world, you would like to walk from the picture, then quietly. Leave home for many years, still can not forget, like the weather, like to open the window to see the rain, I do not know is because I see you, like to see the rain, or like to see the rain, to see you. This feeling faint now, suddenly nearly suddenly far, faint as tea, but thick Ruyi, the ethereal, that wonderful, let a person feel touch my heart, if the poem, if the painting, dream, if the shadow.

And in the morning it began to rain, I opened the window to see the rain, and I think of you.

The last thing Kam

Le 17 juillet 2015, 08:18 dans Humeurs 0

Photo on the frame, repeatedly replaced. Like the change of dynasties, such as the time of the season to steal. Life is not a fixed direction, sometimes going around, back to the starting point. Once the personnel, therein, already in the years gone. That year, deep in the moonlight, the two will hide on the night of the gentle picked up, hidden in the tree gap romantic spread, Mou light friction, already promise to each high blood pressure other.

The boy with the wind in the tall and straight, the time is not full, youth Weiyang wait, all in all years. Because you are the wind, so I appear messy; because you are the rain, all I appear lonely, because you are me, so I try to be the same as you. From then on, the sun can burn the skin of the summer, the winter cold wind can invade the bone marrow. Youth is the April red kapok, in particular time falls under a romantic Hongyu, the reenex rain not amazing, only dull down enough to ignite the people full of emotion. The boy is May alone Mo, hawthorn, natural stand.

A teenager is easy to deceive himself, but he can never tell a lie to a girl. Waiting for the course can be sketched out a person love the depth and thickness, stay in the process will be more like a person's blood to stop, stop the passage of time, when there is no difference. Can we in the life of the page, a page filled with, turn  Enterprise Cloud Email a page after, but feel it is unusual. When the twilight to re read, only occasionally found, written on the title page of that precious already scattered in time under the ground. The original youth, but also so leave no language.

Ravines, twists and turns, felt no way suspected the trials of a long journey. Willow wind rushed to the stream, the Fed also just tears kiss the earth. Every inch of land through, is not never ever meet again, goodbye. Because sometimes, we just passing by, passing through a strange and beautiful scenery, passing by a love to laugh, closed eyes, the eyes of peace of mind you. Oh, it's just a dream, Hua Xu is only a few string music, steal only script it, all in all, are not true.

Street lights flickering lights, darkness, into a straight line to the future. Shadowy star, life form board. Chessboard horizontal line as the latitude for years, vertical line is the time, as we a gold piece, beat in the warp and weft intersection nodes, as long as the jump wrong step, the whole game of chess will be scattered and we look back, spiritual but always Lazi no regrets. Breeze blows the arches of the bridge, to send out whimper voice, on January Shaotou, after the evening already agreed to forget, past and now as, are in the dark dim into a fine silhouette.

Jin Chan, full time, instant instant black and white face, squeezed into a row of warm. At that time, only can still be sumianchaotian, sincerity can still be careless about one's dress. But now, all all, all messy to all around, all over the mountains and plains, will be tears on the spot. We walked to practice, to perfect personality, but found that has been possessed by the devil. Further, the spring of all things. Take a step back, the vegetation and the withered. Hanada half an acre, planting the green lotus pond, in time fangtang, each grown different attitude, then in the fall, the completion of a pool of static beauty.

I believe that one day, the time left, the memories are not old, the past can churn up to now. The right choice of time, no regrets, youth has gone sideways. The old year old Hugh to revisit, Hugh to remember this year, things do not lose heart Kam, forget peace of mind.

"Relish the moment" is a good motto

Le 28 mai 2015, 05:15 dans Humeurs 0

Tucked away in our subconsciousness is an idyllic vision. We see ourselves on a long trip that spans the continent. We are travelling by train. Out the windows, we drink in the passing scene of cars on nearby highways, of children waving on a crossing, of cattle grazing on a distant hillside, of smoke pouring from a power plant, of row upon row of corn and wheat, of flatlands and valleys, of mountains and rolling hillsides, of city skylines and villageheart disease halls.
  But the uppermost in our minds is the final destination. On a certain day at a certain hour, we will pull into the station. Bands will be playing and flags waving. Once we reach there, so many wonderful dreams will come true and the pieces of our lives will be fit together like a completed jigsaw puzzle. How restlessly we pace the aisles, damning the minutes loitering, waiting, waiting, waiting for the  reenex station.
  "When we reach the station, that will be it", we cry. "When I'm 18", "When I buy a new 450SL MercedesBusiness Hosting Service  Benz", "When I put my last kid through collage", "When I have paid off the mortgage", "When I get a promotion", "When I reach the age of the retirement, I shall live happily ever after."
  Sooner or later, we must realize that there is no station, no one place to arrive at once and for all. The true joy of life is the trip. The station is only a dream. It constantly outdistances us.
  "Relish the moment" is a good motto, especially when coupled withe the Psalm 118:24:"This is the day which the Lord hath made, we will rejoice and be glad in it." It isn't the burdens of today that drive men mad. It is the regrets over yesterday and the fear of tommorrow. Reget and fear are twin thieves who rob us of today.
  So stop pacing the aisles and counting the miles. Instead, climb more mountains, eat more icecreams, go barefoot more often, swim more rivers, watch more sunsets, laugh more and cry less. Life must be lived as we go along. Then the station will come soon enough.

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