After the wind of one night, the sunshine will take photos. The wind is raging but also brings a stain. There are very few such a good weather, there is a sun instead of hot, gust in the wind, blowing the ear, drifts me a few hair, picking out the corner of others.
I want to travel, travers the motherland, the rivers and mountains; I want to sit still, and enjoy the book of the book. Unfortunately, now, there are very few times. The plan, there is not a few, but it will only be remembered when some feelings are calm or too calm, Oh, I still have so much to do.
My thoughts, my own is sad, a inexplicable melancholy often occupies my heart. At that time, everything in front of my eyes were gray, even if it was with the favorite people, the mood fell in the minimum concave in the canyon. Is it that I looked too much in this world? No, for the world's understanding, I am still like an ant in the whole earth, too little, too little! I will also have passion, anger, and be careful when the liver 通 的, but how long, the melancholy, the injury will take a long water, gradually flooded me. I also restore me that there is no expression, and I still think that this is my most calm and most charming. Is that right? Every time I ask yourself like this, just like the sea ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Therefore, this state is default to nature, and it is natural to enter the day, and the old disease is nature. The only thing is that the world is not convinced, the sun is not a long-lasting, only a few million years of history, why, is it natural? I can't convince yourself, but I can appease myself, because I exist in this "natural", I can't highlight the current environment to think, just like I can't imagine the shape of the four weft objects. The question is more, I feel annoying, especially when I ask some questions that I can't explain,? I can only do ostrich, because I can't escape, I want to fly but I have not found no wings. I contradictory here, deep contradictions, this is the source of my power, I really don't know how to free. However, suffering is sometimes a kind of happiness, there will be sweet taste when struggling in suffering, then any other things are uncharged, an experience to our existence!
