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|2014 年 2 月 28 日 星期五
|I was naive
Time flies, year after year, a blink of an eye, I have the fifth grade. But each time I think of when I was a child, I still can not forget the innocent me.
At that time, I just learned to walk, just babble out one's first speech sounds when, see mother with scissors to cut paper cut cloth, feel very strange, I also like her, with a piece of cloth for children head scissors, to cut the cloth pieces, my heart, from the "what cloth can cut" the idea Domestic Helpe.
One day, my dad came home from work, I saw dad put the dark blue coat off, I never saw the color of the cloth, feel the color is very beautiful, I picked up the scissors look back to see Dad, Dad smiled, looked at me. I thought to myself: father smiled at me! It can cut, so, I picked up my clothes headphone amp, "sing", "sing" cut up, saw the clothes I cut out a hole, then our father woke up over crying: "why did you cut my clothes, I what to wear tomorrow?" I was scared, burst into tears. Then my mother heard came in to ask: "how?" Dad picked up by my cut clothes did say: "you see your daughter to my clothes cut through." "You were doing what, why not stop her. Mother doubt ask." "I don't know how?" Dad feel shy to say, "doesn't realize she had to cut clothes!" Mother since spirit again funny to say: "blame it on you." Mom took me by the hand, gently said to me: "this is the dress nuhart , not a piece of ordinary cloth, you cut the bad dad can't wear. I blink his large eyes not fully understand nod. Now it has been hanging in the closet, when I saw this dress, I feel that I was naive.
When we sat together to talk about this matter, will laugh. At the same time, also let I deeply feel my childhood life is how happy, happy!
|2014 年 2 月 13 日 星期四
|Flowers fall season
A pair of past the eye. Eyes wet for a thousand years. Did not see NuHart.
The flowers in my eyebrow edge, a trace of coolness. The stone steps on the bench, moss had long. She is indifferent to lean on, whispering in my eyebrow edge, lost color. She leaned against the NuHart.
Without waiting for fate, seems to have been set, the board does not calculate lazi. She to the Orioles Singing, to the wind singing, but no one found her waiting. Still has not been falling NuHart.
Dip soft rain, tilt the night of flowers, she leaned against the NuHart.
Order under the grass away from, dim moonlight broken glass, she leaned against the.
At that moment, I saw Mo you, I know the wait is over environmental-protection.
She never lean on, full Hitomi joy, silent, she left me.
Bright with tears, or, III of this. Maybe I should let go.
Life is but a drop of tears for her. Lean on the railing, has not been falling. Finally, because the eye met you, put their own ruin, the final is a vast dust tears spread open.
This one is from the previous dew tears.
Continuous heavy rain did not break, a beautiful butterfly flew low, alights on the petal flowers. Flower tired, butterflies do not fly, a toilet wet butterfly wing. Butterfly wings are so fragile, wind and rain are broken, cannot bear this flower, a drop of dew buried a flying butterfly.
They don't fly. Because it is a flower. As she went to the wind and rain, wind and rain for her. Who is to rob, still no regrets not live.
Some petals flower flower is empty, fell together and the tail butterflies.
The leaf and flower, fragmentation last dream. Flower and butterfly, butterfly and dew, buried in the ward.
Petals nourish the toilet, just leave a fried. And dust, with salty. Honey dipped in butterfly wings, no regret.
The previous dew, wet butterfly wings, turn into a world of tears. Butterfly and flower's affection, is the most beautiful.
|2014 年 1 月 20 日 星期一
|Winter language sad since around
Leisure tea leisurely books since the fragrance, meditation for Xia Yu Ting, little mood, the slightest touch. Drunk the night quietly enjoying chrysanthemum Taiwan, Tang Xiang asked the drunk breeze, melodious ease lyrical melodies. Day of Brahma, and write the mind quiet, Eau and fixed in the past, all the picture. Song, how much sorrow, eolian criss cross paths, drunk in the lonely night, borrow literature Sukhavati, carefully put the past into a plain paper topicfashion women clothing wholesale!
The wind into the moonlit night, leaning Ting Wen Si soul, the dream smoke fragrance to God, only to return. Shooting star, but obviously, a variety of ink what is it? Because mood reminder text with. Mumble, ink stained volatile scent Yin, with the meaning of the soul. Love hate of many? Where I belong? Dust smoke ink painting, and the dreamer, the review of the Millennium ghost. Asked the Qing Chou, read cloud, heart, light Lian eyebrow, previously a few amorous rain? Love them, flowers, grass, dream around the flower Jian, an oath of alliance won, as Shang city. Looking back the dream lifeManaged Cloud, Yu Ting, originated, who is I this life the inside margin. Thoughts determine the life, Vanity Fair during the spring and autumn, ask, can have several things of romantic themes?
Midnight faults, snow flower and the vicissitudes of life is busy, a pot of meditation, flowers wine reminder text soul, ink, pen flower, music books have crazy. Leng Mengtan, Luo cream melancholy, fireworks cool heart dream atlas, read, read, the eyes of tears, heart blood. Love dip tank, where is the love? Acacia Ji Xu, heart grey meaning place, Xiaoxiang, Luoying pipelinesubtank plus . Acacia string, love rhyme, ghost, pale moon, thinking of time, read the faint. Busy fall, leaves drop center sink, maple the Dreamspell, fog. Third overall drunk. Read my life, think long, laugh with red road. How much how much sadness, bleak, lonely, jiduoxiyanggong, desolate flashy, hate a bell pharynx.
|2014 年 1 月 7 日 星期二
|Who is willing to accompany
Old Tong war remnant who accompanied the relentless wind, zero Ye Qing reenex cps.
Residual red zero dance deciduous flow, butterfly flies on the flowers.
She smiled like has the vicissitudes of life, only the residual wounds accompanied.
The passage of time, the Tong leaf fall with. Carrying the autumn residual, but can't sail. The cool autumn, cool well travel and tourism news.
Leaf, scattered, far, far away my sight. Autumn is always light injury, the residual summer and a hint of nostalgic, beauty once roll, once Youth passes as a fleeting wave. Aomi Kuwata, but now has become. By the Youth passes as a fleeting wave. memories burieddata centre.
In the cold season there is always some can not conceal his sadness.
Chinese parasol tree flowers beauty appreciation, but not permanently on tree branches. It fell in the pond, the pond road, central. But no water carrying petals long, lonely standing water in the central road, Tung Blossom rot in the dust of the earth, to Time went by. buried. Montreal is Tong injury, Taguo Tong valve, fragrance, cord around her, hearts are full of sorrow.
In the beautiful fireworks, only is Feeling's Gone Away. In the bright meteor, is nothing but a brief moment. In the oath is passed at the edge of love, can not be achieved.
Once the laugh Yan flowery, has been the history of years buried. The deepest memory, or miss your beauty.
Butterfly fly, fly but in the rain. Butterfly dance, dance but water. Spring green, summer cool, residual wounds autumn, cold winter. I used all the year round to caricature light write love, understand my heart. Who is my desire, I have been wandering in between the mountains and water. Years of residual, tears into war, Tong Hua who with ground frost, only the autumn residual accompanied.
Sleeves, touch, sing: why stray, for whom the crazy,,, Yela, dusty, who know my heart of sadness.
Tong Hua, the Tong leaf streak, residual Tong my tears. Autumn, sat down by the window, deep in the attic. Miss butterfly flies in the lake, Huakaihuaxie, heart to heart. 1 finally still will return to the warmth of the land, I am at a loss, looked sadly at the leaves slowly falling in front, the instant touch leaves, heart filled with sorrow reenex cps, but can not sail.
Whether night or day warm cool autumn. I still like that would stand in the window edge, looking over the hills, mind always emerge once together......
Nobody will notice, this strange and familiar with the city's fall, sunshine out of window. I have no warm, is full of sadness, with my song. Is my heart Broken fantasy, I use my tears, stroking my loneliness and sorrow.
|2013 年 12 月 27 日 星期五
In winter, year after year to come, the surrounding trees and flowers have withered, flying birds disappeared, disappeared in the vast blue sky Jasper sky, street cleaners also continued to daily cleaning of the street, the street's very cleanchenille embroidery.
This morning the streets of heavy traffic on the street has a lot less private cars on the streets of the shuttle back and forth, obviously is the bus in order to increase a lot, may be the weather, everyone is busy to catch a bus, to avoid the risk of being late for work to be fined. But it is fortunately all day to catch a bus of the guys had no previous so nervous appearance, the street cars much less, the road also spacious lot. This phenomenon is rare in Zhengzhou, is also the day to catch a bus to the men and women of cola badPublic Cloud.
In this familiar can't familiar street, next to a lot of willow green, there are many small grass is daily sunshine moist, but I looked at the grass is not to let their hearts be so comfort, along with the development of urbanization, it is a piece of green lawns, suddenly became ruins, led directly to the green haze is much lessDBA Hong Kong.
It enveloped the whole street next to the green belt, also enveloped the whole to vehicles and for the people, and they have to wear tightly, afraid of being a haze to invasion, illness is a very painful thing, perhaps there should be no haze weather is like a mirage of the city, especially the human wonderland. My eyes straight ahead, but is not to see the street more than ten meters away, also did not see the figure of a man, even if the accident could hear the car pass near the sound of the horn, the sound also shuttle in the haze, to warn pedestrians in front of a buried in the haze of the car, pay attention to safe walking.
This haze environment, people had to slow down. But the bus did slowly forward to walk, the driver opens the fog lights in front of the street. Although be personally on the scene to feel the climate brings people many beat all surprise, not for a moment in front of the car to the front because of careless manipulation taxi to pick a kiss, stopped, two people who drive down to find out the situation, have a look is hit or hit the car.
They both went to identify the situation, a look at the original is the back of the car with the front car kiss, so they negotiated with the common traffic accident, but then both sides may be no talk about it, for a flush with shame. Who doesn't let, sitting on the bus I, heard a passenger side and said: "this two car not to have insurance? Directly to the insurance company to pay is not". He finished his proud smile.
Actually I also very much look down those who do not obey the traffic rules, in the haze weather driving without attention to speed, not with money that what fresh ah, to drive all the way without affecting the others passing also does not affect the car how good things, it is a trivial matter to make people laugh......
Haze weather is like a fairyland, cloud like yourself is the fairy like be leisurely and carefree......