May 27, 2004 23:42:26 Netease Culture Mountain There is a friend who handed me a box of South Korea, a box called Time. Very adex a name - Time is like smoke. A drop of rain falls on the burning cigarette butts, "嗞 嗞" a short sigh, a little red is only half. Half of the cigarette butts still hot. Always treat each meeting as an accident. From the beginning of the policy - start commemoration. A drunk wine bottle, a discussion ticket after a spread, or just a smile like a thought. When I passed, the idiot's resentment woman said: "Now it seems that every footprints I have met with you." As for the middle of the bumps, it is probably ignored. If you are at enough distance - time and space -, I don't know if a similar saying is correct. But now, I would rather believe that all the clouds are scattered, just to meet you. If there is no wind involve, any genius of designers cannot determine and predict the trajectory of smoke. First, a plant called tobacco, which later has a match, and finally, the crop on the earth can move straight into the cloud. The origin is still a blank, still can't crack. Time, after walking, slowly emerged, and any conclusions on the road are early. Until the time turned into a smoke until the clouds were fog, we will find that we have far away. Before the point of the encounter, the story and time of the two lines of intertwined footprints were independent. You said that you are an old man. Only old things are not enough to highlight the depth of time, the old feelings are a firm connection. Bai Juyi said: "Only the old things are affectionate, even if you can only give me a smoke, I am willing to use my own sky to record, save. For the time, in order to pass the time, consumption, or have not yet have time, the Soviet Union is in the Soviet Union, and Tarovsky will define the essence of the director as "engraving time." We are not even our own director, of course, can not choose which part of the stone, or to abandon which debris. Capturing life as reflection, as a dream, as a deep thing in the old object. Time or short or long, smoke is sudden, these are not what I care. Just like a song you sang, love songs are still good. Since you can't change the future of smoke, then you will spread, linger, disappear. In addition, I will remember - "No matter where I stand, I sing my song / that is my song / no matter when I murmite / I always hope you can hear / ... if you I don't want me to know your sad / still hide your tears / I think I will not ask / when all love is coming to you / you have to believe that you are not dreaming / even if the next moment is separation / hope I The blessings will not spread in the wind. Remember? This English song, Eye on me. Translate is not very accurate, but the words like the song: "I want to give you not just my song. "You and I have not met each other's mess, and the vicissitudes have a lot of distances. In the afternoon, sunshine, walk, mood, these levels of ordinary paragraphs, constitute each other's chapter. Do not divide a small book, there is always Its wonderful place. The page that has just turned over may have a lot of regrettable spaces, no longer fill it. Ignite a cigarette called Time. I saw you smiling in the smoke.
