2014年02月



As memory objects touch, always inadvertently put love tap, and those going fingertip text, always unable to outline the contours of the youth, it obscure to indifferent posture dancing song melody, and has sung in every young dreamer.

Walk in the town streets in September, August osmanthus fragrance with belong to the late autumn bleak, unique taste and drifting in the cold air. It is a kind of unspeakable feeling. As a Youth passes as a fleeting wave tantric massage hong kong. deep memory! Recall those who in the heart crazy surge and those dreams not sad but was deeply occupied a corner of the soul shattered memories.

Inadvertently downtown curtain. I say not sink, but why still sink. His life back and forth, and the color, leaving people from the strange to the familiar, to inadvertently differ from man to man talk of things until the last quietly evanescent, desalination in the depths of the memory but not to ask the right and wrong, who is right and who is wrong!

Youth is a silent mime, even if the process of deduction, deduction of exciting outcome of hundred taste layer, it will inevitably end end! Standing at the time, looking back, the anterior Ridge Road, memories seem to still stay in yesterday, didn't think time had the appearance is easy to be old. And we can only lingers in those this last is not the impermanence of falsity, helpless.

Only a short while ago, also once crazy addicted to music Haimo circles, stubborn chase elusive ideal, dream some day in the future can also be a rhyme, a picture, for millions of thinking in left fans as baffling silhouette.

Only a short while ago, also once crazy linger on Boxing Dojo, stubborn and imagining my darling Clementine, dream some day in the future can also be a double fist, a proud, for thousands of red dust in the interpretation of Jin Yong's look attractive willful strange cardinal manchester.

Only a short while ago, also once ignorant to wander in the flower rhyme China, insisted to find a Confidante, dream some day in the future can also Lodge double habitat, boating lake, travel scenic temple. In between the mountains and rivers, perform a good does not leave, go through thick and thin together the world of mortals love.

Only a short while ago, also once said that friendship can be so simple, then the youth can be so absurd, that mood can be so aggressive, then time can be so extravagant, then love can be so frivolous.

"Streamer easy into the old, red cherry, green banana," between a snap of the fingers, and a year into Qiubi chunhua. Anterior, still too much temptation. Just, the young heart can not bear too much dream, those who have very sharp angle has been relentless years polished no longer reproduce. Too much, too much to not only, will also leave a few feeble sigh with spare. Slowly back, see evidence of people's distress everywhere!

Yun Hua overturning, streamer attached. Those who cannot go back years, those who can not hold the past, it is unavoidable as time goes by and dust dust nu skin, earth return to the earth! Remember, even in the beauty, looking back, even in pain but has been unable to make the mind again to a period of years a kind of special waves constantly picture.

A few degrees, left countless reincarnation. Like a song, but not as much as you sing. When the past events like a fountain, whether those deeply engraved in the memory, carrying on the drawing board, screen will take an indifferent attitude still in one corner, with dust, no longer reproduce slowly over a long period of time. And we will also be able to an indifferent attitude to wait thousands have often quiet days the ups and downs of the tomorrow, and with a kind of different feelings to render time color.

After years of easy old, snap into injury. Keep Youth passes as a fleeting wave., only focussed ink, put the past bit by bit thin pen light scanning in between the lines this a few word. Put all into a past memory, such as forming the rhyme writing into a messy space. Finishing binding in the recollection!



Not for a long time under the rain, mahogany chair I'm sitting at home on a light, tea, SIP cups of tea, a kind of unspeakable ancient artistic conception. Unfortunately I am not ancient woman, not so shy and quiet, no costume, experience not to wind up the beautiful style of skirt of silk hong thai travel.

My heart is bitter, like the taste of tea, perhaps than the tea bitter

Wearing raincoats, walking under the tree in the park, some people are very surprised look at me, perhaps is in want of a little child how out of the rain? But they then hastily left head to accelerate the pace of.

I go walking and running pedestrians hurriedly formed a strong contrast, I think the taunt, beautiful rain why not to enjoy? The reality makes people lose appreciate the mood? Antediluvian Gu Yun Culture and natural light quality also with history passed away NuHart?

Looking ahead, a hazy. A piece of the world seems to be covered with a layer of water yarn, thin, shallow, faint, as if immediately dispersed in general. I can not help but think of a pastry rouge, a woman wearing a smile coming gauze like silk Tingting curl towards me, so light to move, small lady, was a slender waist seemed to be blown away by the wind in general. Smoke like a hazy color, but as the smoke like easy to loose, friable NuHart.

Old friend, Confidante now has a pale, like strangers in general, it is more embarrassing than strangers. Now the students explain profound theories in simple language, smile and alienation, as there is a certain gap between these students and my thoughts, and sometimes inadvertently say some words that they don't understand, or is the bitter taste of their curiosity to know it (curiosity kill ah!) Act as an elder, and then become.

This is all I doesn't like see, after all, only should remain after high school, isn't it? Friendship between gentlemen should be light as water, this is the true meaning of handsome? I don't know, but I'm a taste of the taste of loneliness. Misty rain, you can get away NuHart? Let me see the world and soft.

In this misty moment, indeed reminiscent of some dust laden past or sentimental. Close your eyes and think of a dream scene, it is occasionally flashed into my dead at the scene.

Wen Tingyun took a folding fan gently touched her shoulder and said "if the equator to keep eyes melted snow, Xisha, you, will not be a monk......" I was can't help laughing, a bitter mouth ripples ripples.

I am holding the old brush, like thousands of years ago that the folding fan you tear, never brushed the window snowflakes, is a Yu Xuanji, gently wipe the Muyu rain on snow melt, it is after the traces, earthly dew is her not to drink......

Inexplicable love Yu Xuanji, that dare to mess the woman. How nice it is killed, but the ultimate escape. Feel the rain fall on the face, and down the cheeks, as if the tears.

Yu Xuanji, whether you into the rain, looking for your former love you not "beloved" in this world, who accompany in your side? You are like the rain, like dream hazy, but fragile, easy to spread, the most important is, do not see again.

I squint, stop standing in the street. The rain is still thin and little rain, but I put the raincoat tighter, the rain will not see before me, who, and will not see?

Perhaps, in the misty rain season, I like is not only the rain, is dim, tea, or -- antique, by the source to the bottom of the indifferent and miss -- with a plume of sadness.

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