Simple little make life more sweet on December 18, 2004, it is a bit of a bit. It's like my mood at this time, and it is a bit easy. It is said that this day is a taller, but I can't, I can only talk to my imagination, and the Qing Dynasty alpine dialogue, and the scattered floating cloud. I don't know if a friend of the distant city is as clear as this autumn, but I know should call it once in such a day, because this is the same month, I can always go out of my heart. Dust, It can always involve the idea of a hint. Every day I have to pass such a road, not wide, not short, but still can look at the people in a hurry, or happy or sad, still can have some wish to solve the hope. This makes me feel true. Such a perhaps some mixed breath is full of roads, perhaps the hawker is selling loudly, perhaps the fine whispering of lovers, and of course, there are some tastes that do not know what they don't have to describe. Integrate yourself into such a life tide, don't deliberately, you only need to use a little bit of your heart, deeply breathe the taste of life, you feel that there is some unrealistic. I know that I can't reject such a kind of life, although every piece of road I have to go, I don't seem to get some foresee from it, but this doesn't make me feel boring. All happy things may be just an instant, I don't have a magazine to let myself know my own right. Just as the late autumn, I went deep into this autumn, although there will be some embarrassment, although there will be some confusion of life confusion. But what is this important? I slowly walked on such a well-known road, and the heart was a well-known warmth. Even occasionally sadness, it seems to have some touching tastes. In fact, I am still a dream. People live in the world, they will always be a year, not necessarily very high, but they can't say nothing. Some dreams are actually far from our lives. We tried to throw away, but it can always think that in our eyes when we think for forgotten, people can't help but abandon. Since you can't give up, then you will stay, just a rare taste of life, taste it, maybe some suffering, it is a deeper understanding of life. A friend sent me a poem on the phone: clouds in the sky in the sky. I love so much. Yes, read, a kind of stereotypes are raw. More time, facing life, perhaps we need this a little bit of casual heart. In ordinary life, inadvertently come to go. When you have a mood, you can write some words that don't publish, and you can talk to your lovely friends when you miss the phone or write a letter, which is about a simple and plain happiness. Yes, the days are simple and simple, and the feelings are simple and simple. This is very good, it is also the life I pursued!
