2010年12月30日星期四

There is a silent, only their own

There is a silent, only their own

Night, black sink, listening to the sound of water gurgling, listening to the wind whistling.
Dark gray of the sky, how many hidden under the silence. Slowly wander in the footsteps lightly mist, whisper it does not matter wandering localization in the wind, the fog.
I heard the voice of the wind, coming from a distant time and space. Dance the night light, Nama will increasingly blur the strong feelings. Behaved in a hesitant, the original idea was already melting into the inside. The waves of emotion in any case the flip, however the raving verbosity emergence can only be so luxuriously in the sky, with the wind gone, gone. Escape the wind of that wire floated Asking atmosphere.
Listen to the voice, is how many of the frustration and concern, is how many of the sad and sigh of course, just listen to the atmosphere is quiet and Enron. CD only in this way can calm face. Sway in the wind just figure, solitary larvae then more Cang. If we can be love of the heart, will only hint of what shallow turn a blind eye.
Tao Tao has little whisper, had little noisy noises, had very little flying bright. Static blind woman whose Shu, Shu to the bone. But how many waves of static but also concealed Tao Bay it? Chung stack thoughts, the blind is distraught aggravating a deepening silence and sighs.
Listen to the voice of the sun gently toss to, hear the wind gently floating in the sound, the sound of rain to listen to the rain shower, the sound of rustling wind and percussion to listen to the waves. And I was standing at the time of the infinite, the quiet, listening, waiting for quiet, quiet companions. Time will grow old, I wordless never become older.
Finger swirling text, only silence extension, extension to the bone. I do not know whether such a silent beauty out of a crippled, and in addition to this, I do not think there is any beauty in my silence can be settled in the.
The wind, I simply put all the sound into a voice, speechless. It was my time to be a gift of a thick cotton. Quiet eye, the mass transfer of elegance not your heart, and only crazy intoxicated stunned as one of the simple thick.
Look at a flowering tree, a tree and watching the jiggle leaf leaf, a ray of hope ray of the style, thought it was a sun flower's heart, feminine beauty, deep in the Aura. I could hear the voice from heaven, not from the calyx. Flower in the buzz, from two different species, caress each other sound. Just speechless, just there, just waiting for the.
Perhaps it is a faint feelings. But this affair had a long stretch, from the beginning the situation has been present in the end, as a prime situation and lay a solid base. Leveraging the basement rocks would like to see that the simple touch of the most profound meditation is derived from the womb. The fulcrum of the soul will be marked as permanently mark. Health, is alive, the soul, is there. Even so, raw, live, live. Not about any, of all quietly sealed, including all that can speak also to the deep to keep.
Holding a curtain window frames will be separated on earth, to see the silence is a silent world, and cold and peaceful. Sunlight is not the time not come, but even if the sun Shining is also the solitude like that without being able to. Like lazy born Let us see how it will live life to grind have layer upon layer, sequence and compaction.
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Winter evening the wind blow

Winter evening the wind blow

The sun eventually can not get rid of homesickness, the moment of God in our walk quietly fall to the other side of the mountain; moon or
Could not resist the temptation of the night, stars in the sky full of stars in the night and wander among the support. I do not know who made it all perfect people do not know how to find fault with its defects. The sun and the moon has not to encounter that day, walking in their own orbit ... ...
Spring has its own unique abundant, have their own special summer splendor, autumn has its own unique
Fresh winter have their own eternal white. Alternately changing the seasons, the show gives us a different view at the same time we also brought a different mood.
So the pace of recovery with the mood of the time in the run of the season, even tired out of breath, it is still reluctant to give chase
By the pace of ... ...
So this is two-year-old look. Been longing to grow up, but until you actually grow up, but wants to return to youth. II
The age of twelve-year-old sky and the sky is no different, still a year is 365 days, 24 hours a day still. The only thing that changed, perhaps only the people that grow slowly, right? Twelve-year-old, who can be heartless to playing a favorite childhood game, can be carefree and laughing people around the name of clamor, holding the score could easily go home to Dad papers Mom Dad to show off, and did not want to do any of the consequences, many many childish things ... ... the age of twenty, dragging the tired body, filled with ideas that can not think of reason, lost in the university's ivory tower, doing that boundless dreams, imagined that the future can not see the color ... ... the age of twenty and twelve years old, is a different state of mind, just because a lot of things that have to face.
All the people are moving on a world map with the black specks. These black specks, there you have me, and Ta,
We keep moving forward, or turning, in this section on the map to draw a line parallel to the intersection, and then Ray, and finally to the confusion no chapter ... ... in parallel, we carried out their own respective life, plain and quiet; intersection, we weave together a beautiful fairy tale, happy and satisfied. After the intersection of two parallel lines will separate farther and farther. After we went back from the past, do not get used to the days of each other, until no longer remember each other's way. So again and again they met with the people around him are away from the familiar and unfamiliar, and finally back to square one, leaving only those complex lines, named their "memory."
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Last day

Last day

Today is the last day of the year, a few dozen hours, is the new year. Looked at the calendar printed on the "fate of poetry in winter, spring painting map" of the last page feeling a lot of heart. Many years, when the time came to me, always wanted to write something to yourself, what always wanted to stay here. 365 days between unaware how this so slowly in the years to shed the hourglass, not instant. Past at the moment as if the fingers of sand in my memory slowly disperses scattered to ... ... This year is not an instant later, another 365 days, in my line of sight further away. 2010 belongs to me only the last ten hours of time. It really is the essay should be the "last day" proposition was. Looking back over the past year brought to my life, helplessness and desolation can be described as the heart is full of suffering and too many tears. Salt is not short days do not live every day with the quiet life, nothing has changed. Perhaps, some have changed, but some still persist. Without fear has made me a more courageous and stubborn transformation, while the compromise is exciting time for me to forget in a depression. 365 day and night a lot of things happened, it seems very close, it would seem very far. Looking at the back and between, I tell myself is: this year has passed, not instant, I should re-head, and not afraid of failure! Today's state of the cycle of years to their original polished edges and corners. Water of life is to change the appearance, not the mind.
This year is not an instant later, my heart is still in the enthusiastic. Fill in the blanks with all the colors, because the world that this is a true love. The spring, the father of the Five Seven of Weeks, one hundred days of the thoughts and spent a memorial. Throughout the summer, spent seven days in the country, repair the tomb for his father, completed the commitment of my parents; autumn harvest, busy with their own business, there is no vast fortune, but also to maintain life; winter approaching, they began to prepare the inventory, prepare for tomorrow's arrival. Is in such a dull day in the came, and this year has passed, I would not say good or bad, because such is life, life is so, do not believe I have to tell myself the fate of a return, which are attributed to Or blame on fate. Tomorrow the wind in the years prior to heal the pain of growth, I have been unaware of the repeated joys and sorrows of Early. Looking back on past years, some old things inadvertently found that the intermittent fragments, is an image and a nostalgia. Years of vicissitudes, and older carved in the palm of the palm. Quiet life, looking at the surging palm clear signs of aging, to calm the heart in the palm of years of life in the Four Seasons to visit again.
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2010年12月23日星期四

You do not regret falling in love

You do not regret falling in love

Summer lifeguard at the swimming pool boy to do. Morning and afternoon peak to swim, generally at noon no one! The girl appeared.
Blue water girl wearing a swimsuit, and her skin is white and tender, were not very high, thin, glossy black raven black hair loose, her skin against the background of more white. Boys think this is the best he had ever seen the skin of it!
The girl went to the boy before, "to protect me! Lifeguard." Face of outspoken! A little boy nodded reserved.
Girls Yongji high, she will tour a variety of methods: breaststroke, backstroke, diving, freestyle ... ... boy in love with the girl.
Boys know the girls to swim at noon because the tattoo on the arm. Boys do not like girls tattoo, but he was not nasty girl tattoo. Instead, she felt so beautiful. This is a Sagittarius tattoo, holding an arrow aimed at the direction of Sagittarius, ready to go.
Very naughty girl, she sometimes just pretend I look funny honest drowning boy. Harm the boy scared each time the heart is going to pop. The girl asked the boy: Why do you fooled me once or save? The boy said: Because I'm a lifeguard. In fact, more like the boy told the girl, he just wanted to protect her! Let her be a little hurt, so even if it is false, he would never vague! But he finally did not say.
The girl told the boy: we have to be friends! My name is sung woo. The boy whispered: Ho Song. Only a brief statement about yourself. Boys know the name has been branded into the Xingyu heart, forever!
School, the boys leave, the last day. The boy summoned the courage of the girl: beautiful tattoo on your hand! Sunshine girl's face had dark moment: beautiful? Do not feel, but pain, pain into my heart! Boys know that girls mind. He did not ask, he does not want the girl is not happy!
Boys to girls left a phone number! Told the girl must be a call! Respectively, when the boy had found the girl's skin is not white, so he bought a lot of whitening cosmetics rub on himself, his skin white girls looking for ways to sell.
II
The girl did not know the boy's efforts.
Buy cosmetics because the investment large, the boy usually buy cheaper, because of this, serious skin damage. Day is hot, but the boy has been put on long sleeves.
Out of the hospital that day, the boy saw the girl at the school gate, the girl dressed in a very avant-garde, visible tattoo on the arm, the boy was so excited, thinking that the girl came to him. Just waiting for him to see clearly, he saw the girl's hand was holding the other boys, action intimacy. Less than boys to avoid girls had already seen him: Hao Song!
Long time no see! Boy excited, some lost.
Hao Song, so hot you have to wear long-sleeved ah! Ha ha ha. Laughter hearty girl into the boy's ear is actually a razor barbed full body, pierced heart, he seems to hear the skin of the body in protest, energetically pulling clothes pins, grinding his teeth to escape from the girls side: I'm sorry, I There are things!
Hao Song, I'm free to find you! Girl's voice seems so far away, the boys feel that they really do not.
Back to the hostel, the boy took off his long-sleeved, looking at the damaged skin covered, the boy wound, he did not regret it!
Well-being of some of the same quarters for her friends the record straight: you value? To such a woman! She works in our neighborhood school is a name of. You see yourself, sacrifice so much, she knows ass, ah, not yet flowering in the water outside. To see her tattoo of you that she and a social bully with the results! ! Hao Song, a lot of good girl!
Boy friends to see and understand his good intentions, but he did not believe the girl as he said the same bear, because in the swimming pool, he saw the girl in the eyes of sadness, he knew, but no one knows her!
C
Girl's figure more in the boy's school, but more is to find other boys. The boy just looked at her silently standing in the distance, enduring immense pain and endless lonely swallow stomach.
Girls playing in a rainy night, the boy calls. She seemed to be crying! Feel bad boy: sung woo, I'll be right over. Do not cry!
Girls flew into the arms of the boy, crying for a long time, long, long time, the boy held her distressed, quietly listening to the girls grief and their pain, if he really want to just hold her, hold for a lifetime!
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Secret Love

Secret Love

Evening sitting on the balcony, a man looked at the night sky, so quietly flowing thoughts. A fat girl's crush, no one knows, Chen Hao is no different.

I was born scurvy have a rare, doctors say can not be strenuous exercise, but also to eat sugar foods, so as to allow the blood glucose in the special supplement missing. If too little glucose in the blood so easily lead to mutation, there may be a serious life-threatening. The result is that I only wear XL jeans become a fat girl.

Once the class make fun of me tongued devil Zhang Qiang: "Ya-Ya, simply call you later Mrs. canopy!" I was angry, sad, tears almost flow out, and I feel connected to refute the reasons as well.

"Zhang Qiang, you have to read more of this spare time is better! Will make fun of others, or not a man ah!" Chen Hao, sitting behind me then for me the record straight, Zhang Qiang, walked away angrily at the time, who told team leader training him! I looked at Chen Hao, Didi said thank you, since I think he and the other boys are not the same, relatively close to our seats together, so a more intimate feel.

After that I started looking forward to school every day, but also less self-esteem, because Chen Hao, a unique do not laugh at my boys.

Chen Hao once asked me: Ya-Ya, you do not want to lose weight? Although fat is also harmless, but you girls do not like to slim it? Ah so you can wear skirts!

Do you like wearing a skirt of a girl? Like thin girls? I asked sadly. Yes ah, boys like girls wearing skirts ah! He jokingly say.

At that moment I decided to wear my skirt for him, even if there will be life-threatening.

I began to slowly reduce the daily carbohydrate mother to bring me food, morning, sneaking out for a run behind his mother, because lose weight, I began to dizziness and sometimes vomiting, fear of my mother found that each of sportswear wear loose , faces, of a light installation in order to cover up the pale face.

Once, Chan Ho looked at me and said: Ya-Ya, and you seem lost Oh! Not to lose weight now! Can not hurt the body because of weight loss and ah! Conceal that fat is also good. Although the pain in my weight loss, but his words made me have a hold on power, I have to wear a skirt to him.

Chen Hao played great basketball, just the city to host a major basketball game, the school decided to conduct a week of his closed training. A month pocket money so I bought him a pair of sports shoes and a pair of wrist, when the school quietly in his bag.

The next day, Chen Hao puzzled and asked me: Ya-Ya, see who the wrist in my shoes and bag it? I head down, said softly: a girl, she said, like you! I lied morning train, but to say the voice.
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My secret crush like meteor shower

My secret crush like meteor shower

I love the stars, because only when all alone they will always stay with me, and makes the read a copy of my heart that no one knows the feeling. But Haoyu he never knew.

When I was 16 years old, Hao Yu family moved, so we became neighbors. That day he stood in the sun, holding the basketball, and a look of cool, but also the day I said to myself: my prince appeared!

I Haoyu in a class, it makes me happy! Hao Yu wonderfully playing basketball, and long handsome, so many girls after him, and I became a humble grass around him, perhaps simply did not enter his eye.

I am a shy girl, not too much to express themselves, maybe this is the reason I like the stars, because we are all very quiet. So far I have been looking at him silently. Imagine all his.

Yaya, after school to go to school with us now! This is Hao Yu told me that I was flattered, and I nodded. So I will be a day full of envy and jealousy in the eyes of school to go to school Hao Yu, I feel very happy.

I like the balcony at the stars, so that thoughts flow quietly. Hao Yu balcony and the balcony of my house every 2-3 m, very close, and once he made fun of me: Ya-Ya, you can be really small girls, like to see a meteorite. I smiled to his shallow, and he knew how, I like the stars, the stars also like the people with me, he may know!

Walking in the school or school every day the way I silently behind him, to think of myself as the princess, full of sweet.

Hao Yu's backpack every day there are a lot of girls love letter, every time, he would pat his head and looked at me innocent: Yaya, is a handsome long do wrong? I can only smiled at him, he shows that there are also those love letters that I have a feeling.

Meteor shower early in the morning the news spread from the classroom, Hao Yu also excited to go to me said Ya-Ya, watching the meteor shower tonight, ah! I do not know how to complete the last lesson, one day I was with him in the imagined scene to see the meteor shower, more romantic ah! And I heard, and your favorite people to watch the meteor shower, it will always be together! Do I want to hear my own voice to the stars yet?
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