This is a word you a word, :)
The old cloud is gentle
I remember the night you left. More than 20 years of experience is streamlined in a few bags, this time, your passport is more descriptive and representative yourself than you. The plane is moored on the runway, it will bring a blue on the map, bring you to another land - just like a childhood red dragonfly, flying over the stream, falling on the opposite grass, let me only look .
The balcony of the airport is very wide, it seems to be so, in order to stay in those who are good. Standing on the balcony at the airport, I looked at the lights that were clearly extincted this night. Who said, a lamp covering a story of an emotion. It hopes to go, those lights are a little trembling, and the lanterns like the swing are raised. When I was a child, a sudden wind, often let the child lose the lanterns in my hand - the emotion is so uncomfortable.
That night, I have been persistent: In this world, you are my least loyal family.
The time is rushing, and the space is standing. Because it is far away, far to an approximate objective distance, yesterday may be scrolled by the years. I am 17 years when I meet you.
Maybe people don't have to be too sharp, emotion should not be excessive, like a circle, the larger the area, the greater the contact surface of this world, the greater the opposition and conflict. Some people are clear, but they are full of self-satisfaction in tiny possessions. I still lack enough life skills, my wish always points straight to it to think about it; I am particularly sensitive, forget that the shadows of the leaves can also cover my whole spring.
At that time, your superior imagination and understanding is also open to the extreme. You are a man who is easy to be sad, standing on the Antarctic of the truth, you look at those bumpy friendship and icy disputes. Your thoughts are always engaged in the core of the most vulnerable part. No one knows that behind the cold eyes, you are a genius of love.
We are in a class. Those who are surrounded by knowledge and teachings, we often think about some distant friend. You sometimes talk laugh, silent in more times. The most impressive is your dark blue back, walking in a dusty sunshine. I often think that I think it is, you are also a life.
There is a river in the city where we live, it is narrow, and the elongate is famous. We sat in the riverside, and the night was like a gentle bat. Sometimes I like to stand on the water side, the shadow of the street light floats on the water wave, a circle of golden light waves, messy, but it is dazzling. Looking at it, I really want to jump in. I have passed your voice behind you: Don't seize water. always like this.
Water waves, Singy Moon, and tranquility make you constantly advancing your thinking. The birds are in the gunshots, spending in the morning, fragrant, people can endure mediocrity and peace of mind ... Because of demanding perfection, we are angry, and it is also particularly picking yourself - people always carry some dim Quality, also include our own.
In fact, this world originally symacted his music and noise. If you want to listen to the melody of life, you must also love the noise of the house and U.S. And we have no understanding, ugly particles let us lose weight.
It has been passionate about talking about it. A simple question is constantly interpreted, it becomes complicated and uncomfortable, we have got a huge happiness from the source. Weird is that our exchanges are often full of disputes. This dispute is carried out in a calm speed, and it is silent for a long time. Because well known to each other, we can easily find precise vocabulary, so that the other side is harmed. We have been extremely regret afterwards, and then it is as good as early, it seems to be the degree of endurance to the wound. In fact, our young soul is twin, they like each other, develop together, and robbed nutrition in the mother. In the contradiction between dog teeth, you and I support the opponent's arm growth. Just like the housing of the teeth, it is nutritious and calories that bring to the body - I am convinced that we can no longer find each other like a teeth than you.
From the beginning, I understand that this is the most grand emotion in my life, but I can't name it. The distance between us is too close, so that love in the general sense is impossible. It has a high purity, which is strong than the friend, which is clear than love. Throwing utilitarian and intention, let's take life of life and true, I will keep this long-lived friendship. When I miss you, I think it is good. No one knows what kind of pain is to bear love, a name can touch me to the soul. We trust us to never separate.
The life of life is flooded, we must transparency such as a baby, some beautiful can wear heavy dust, reach the top of our soul. It is for this purpose, God sent some people to close our trajectory, helping us to remove the dust of the years, let us grateful life in the eyes of the water, like the water. "Occasionally, it's a redemption" - your feelings and clean ideas are my dust. As long as I am still appreciating a person like you, I represent me still looked at the perfect direction.
I know that the perfect running speed is the fastest in the adjective arena, anyone will never catch up - but what is the relationship? I raise my hand to the sky, I don't have to pick the Song Moon, I only need this, never surrender the gesture.
Finally, you can take a foreign country and pursue a delicate and noble life. I returned to the river, lying on the grass slope, watching a meteor flashing, thinking about who is easily picking away the flowers of heaven.
I know that you are a hard scales on my body. I will lose you, but I don't know if I lose the direction like a losing fin. That is in the summer, a chance to be enthusiastic, and I latched my flower quietly. When you turn up the book book, you may have a few dry petals, a lightweight commemoration, I know you will ignore.
I have passed a few years. You are there, I am here, we live in both sides of the friendship, you sometimes write, sometimes don't write, there is no audio in a long time. And I am used to miss you in peace, don't greet you. In this carokes, blessings are like a quiet rest.
I have always thought that this emotion brought me whether happiness or pain, I would be strong, I have never imagined it will have a calm face. The night you left like a nail into my life, now I have already taken off the wound. Time and space is a terrible thing, it always modifies us with his own habits, interests and strengths.
I think I began to admit the sharp sharpness, no longer cover your eyes with a rose petals. When Ideally stripped from us, I would like to say that growth is at the expense of pain. We are alive, with the relationship between people and people or relatives. God will take someone from us, perhaps the name of those who love to love. I now think about these seemingly gentle and cold truths, thinking about you.
I don't know if you still miss me without deleting it. It is still able to bring it between your care and care. But I will never sprout your emotions, and I will not rot, you will be the best storage in my life.
I have learned to live in an earth. on duty off duty. Read the book I really want to read, think I am willing to think about. Have been hit by heavy things, also confused by the troubles of pocket. The acne all over the life will grind me and calm.
But I know, I am a delay that I can't bear to fly, I stayed on the tree is my 蜕, my golden and fragile past is still in the sun, gentle.
This is what you wrote :)
More than three hours, you arrived in Xi'an, I am now sitting on sitting ...
I have been thinking about what kind of gift you can, can I hit me to miss you a second second? I opened the inbox and start to finish the mind. In the headphones play an angel and dolphins, I started crying ...
You are a gift in my life, let me also become a gift in your life!
On December 17, 2002, this is the first letter you sent me for the first time. You told me your QQ number, never thought about it, because of this simple number, we started step by step to the beauty and distressed Today.
At that time, you are a flower butterfly, beautiful you have begun to appear in front of my eyes, naughty, dazzling, lazy, really like a beautiful butterfly, jumping with my life journey, sometimes Relative on my shoulders, there is no shadow in my eyes ... I don't see you, I will find it around, "Missing" is my only mood ...
A ravaged virus, put us in a bage. You can't fly, you started around me, you are laughing, sometimes depressed, complaining, because you want to go out, can you ask me to help you? I am difficult, a bunch of excuses make you eyebrows. You don't know, I don't want you to leave, you don't know how impetuous, how much I am not helpful when I can't see you, how much not help ...
At that time, I fell in love with a butterfly, I know, I know, I know.
But I didn't show it, because I know that you shine on the sun in the sun, beautiful and fragile ... I don't want to make you pain, although I still hurt you. There have never had a girl like this in life.
Don't take the initiative to find you, but you and your computer are always the problem ... you have a temper, no patience, I will help you solve the problem one by one, every time you are so happy, I like to see you is impatient, I prefer to see you because I am happy.
At that time, I was watching you, you didn't find it, let my eyes smashed your cheek ..., then, suddenly I have gains, then suddenly, I can't do it. I am wide glare, watch your arms, like dreaming ... I kiss your forehead, your eyes, your lips, feel your lips, or not believe. You are as beautiful as I think. As if a greenery will blow you, I will keep you tightly, don't let you fall, but I can't stop your tears from flowing. At that moment, I died, I saw my soul, throwing an exclusive shell, the flying over, just holding your hands, there is no moment ...
This is what I wrote to you :)
Once
We have all gone
yesterday Today Tomorrow
Life is a process
We can't choose
Outside the window, Tibetan green leaves fall in the branches, like a helpless hand, want to catch what, but can't catch anything ... Can't catch, the crystal clear days, no time, no time, The end has been reached. One person is sick on a certain afternoon. Then, take medicine, needle. No loved ones and friends' disturbances. In the evening, alone lying quietly in bed, I feel that my heart has been full of wings, and I have long been with a faint 惆怅 lingering those who may never be complete.
I started thinking about one person. That will not hurt me forever, love my man: In the cold wind, you stand there, smile clean, the mystery brought by the night, in the hands of two pots, just burned the boiled water ... After many years, I Will talk to friends. I have left me so impression, and I left you is a parallel shadow. We used to love a game, then they respectively. I never believe that the so-called forever, in fact, behind it is fear! I have been afraid to say forever. When I say forever, I feel that there must be something to flow from the fingers, and it will be my favorite, I don't want to lose. And I am so fragile. There is no commitment to life in life. I only know that there is your body temperature in the palm, I only know that you have existed so truly. However, the rose flowers in the campus are still litted in the year, and the yin is overwhelming. How many young people we have, can we squander? In the sun, the summer shadow begins to lose weight every day. There is only a tree on the tree, and it is still desperately taught in the heart. There is a hurting the emperor and helplessness of life that can't be hidden. As soon as you are tremble with emotions. From the road back from the end of the South Mountain, I have been staring at his side shadow. Clean T-shirts, clear outlines, faint smiles, not half a point in the same way as children. He is so similar to you! Life has long planned a successful encounter with others. Many people can only stay in the other side, and they cannot be accompanied by or carry. Just, I will miss you so. Thinking a lot of heavy stacked days. It is used to reading the text of the pairman in the middle of the night. She said, in the summer of 2003, I am a child walking in the sun. However, a drop of tears have been wet for a period of time, how to screw it. This season, there is a diary and poetry alternate long hair, but it is not a butterfly. A person, standing in the middle of the sky, occasionally looking up, meeting with a idle cloud. People have gradually understood that this era, love has been distorted, and there is nothing to worry about us. If you are not going too far, you will hear my dreams to disclose it under the previous month. All holy thinking can't hold love. In 2003, my favorite instrument was 琵琶. A friend who is very good to help me pay attention to the "curse" of Lu Xiling. Occasionally at noon, heard a paragraph of the radio, the heart is full of gratitude. In the phone, I also told him that I was with you. Then, there is his careful care and sincere blessing. At three in the morning, the last word of the project report was completed, and the body temperature rose to thirty-nine times. A person is quietly poured, take medicine. Then, continue to sit next to the desk, finishing the messy thoughts in the day, and you have a blurred shadow. In pain, all of you have all your expectations, they are behind the busy back and cannot be conflicted. Day, dizzy. There is a friendly online game and a love soap opera who is not annoying. And memories, like a blue bird wipes the beautiful shadow left by the sky, there is no trace of modification.
In the future, no matter what, after all, after all - we have walked!
I'm going back, can I wake up? Also bathed over the sun, and taste the torture, and enjoy the joy. Work hard, struggle, fight hard! What have you have? What did you lose? What is there? what you want to say? What to say? The most beautiful, true, most real - our experience! This is the biggest harvest you I know! Everything, everything -
Why, why?
......
Expensive in us have passed!
Or I wrote to you :)) The book says that there is no adult death.
Dusty, like a dream, a few drifting
It's now a cloud now
Love is also empty, like wave sleeves
Fantastic a fragrant in deep dreams
The bustling, one is in the wind
When you look back, you are ruthless.
Mingyue small building, loneliness and no one
I have my dreams in the world.
Long road, can't get rid of me
People drink, taste people
Warmish and cold
How much affectionate is loneliness
A battle, full of interception
Only with osmanthus
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(One)
Seven o'clock, dreams.
The winter sun wears a thick curtain, turn it, see smiling bear babies, looking at the cute hat, 歪, alarm clock power, a prose set, the author's mood, fold A few pages of suppression on the table.
Metallization always tells me, love a feeling, don't fall in love with someone.
That story is very simple, the boy loves to gather, the boy pulled her hand, the boy pushed her to the taxi, the boy said that I took you to a place, the boy held a girl, then took the car, a big square, In the winter snow, the boy said that I love you, the boy wants to kiss the girl, the girl is crying, the girl is struggling, the girl runs away.
Then the boys did not have a message, and the girl found himself fell in love with this boy. It is not until the night. After five years, the boy came back from abroad. When I met on the street, I laughed naturally, laughing and removing. Girls all the fantasies are instantly turned into a breeze, all waiting into a speechless joke.
The leaves say this story tells me that it is just falling in love with someone, we have a total part of it, so I have a time, and I have love.
(two)
So this morning, I started to miss someone.
Imagine the same process, the same result, the same smile, also belongs to the heart of the teenager, just different heart and heartache.
Silence, quiet, meditation.
Everything is the story of the stage, the scene of the day is a purpose, only to find everything like skilled lines and movements, just that it is only one, ignorant.
Without the initial doubts about true and false, there is no indifference after hurt, just in the sun, suddenly a bit of cold discovery, everything is amazing and similar.
Inexplicable, inexplicable numbness, inexplicable dumb.
In fact, no one will fall in love with you, but they are doing their love, love yourself, love the feeling, love the process, love the action, just love the person who is playing with you.
(three)
Remember a rainy night, heard a song called cold rain, and fell in love with this song.
Cold and humid air, sad and hoarse music.
Unexpectedly, I hurt people in a rainy night, singing, singing, who is painful.
Meet a fireworks, looked at the sakura, and the warm and desolateness of the powder.
Stretch the waist, sigh, the days are too fast, the time is in a hurry, people come to walk, familiar, not familiar, nostalgic, as if always beside, only you, your own shadow.
(four)..
Faye Wong's voice is so lingering in the space, let your thinking around, to the end, becomes a blank.
The violinar and dumb struggle, the tone is strange, like a dust in the sun, twisting the moving gesture, charming, tempting, fantasy, embarrassing. . .
Her voice is in this morning. It is sunny and sunshine, and all his thoughts and thoughts, rushing out all the silence and depression, struggling dust, 昧 thinking, breaking through the sun, diverting, or this warm Winter is not suitable for memories, this quiet winter is not suitable for sadness, if you love, then you will love it. If you want to go away, then you will walk quietly.
The gentle love is perfect, like a happiness that endors, but can't touch it in front of you.
Feelings, sometimes, as long as you have a little bit, it is enough
