Donald D Trujillo
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Teardrops can blossom into their fragrance
Long peach blossom water, clear willow wind. The years have warmed the warmth of the four seasons, and the years have traveled the winds of time. But I always want to hold the hand of the dream, so that youth has another look back. If the youth have a return, I want to do what is it? I think it will be to wipe away the tears on your face, to practice all that I had promised to you. The first thing you need to do is to make up for all the shortcomings in the present. No more regrets, to let tomorrow you, still for a tangle of emotions and frown your brow.
By Donald D Trujillo3 years ago in Humans
Also, belong to love
The encounter with his wife was done entirely under the arrangement of his family and the matchmaker, and at that time he was completely hazy and inexplicably looking forward to loving. I can't choose the passage of time of my youth but I have no wise judgment in choosing the home of love. The immaturity of the mind and the impulsiveness of the character also caused disharmony and psychological betrayal in the future days.
By Donald D Trujillo3 years ago in Humans
Also, belong to love
The encounter with his wife was done entirely under the arrangement of his family and the matchmaker, and at that time he was completely hazy and inexplicably looking forward to loving. I can't choose the passage of time of my youth but I have no wise judgment in choosing the home of love. The immaturity of the mind and the impulsiveness of the character also caused disharmony and psychological betrayal in the future days.
By Donald D Trujillo3 years ago in Humans
I want to write my heart
Recently, the temperature change in the morning and evening caught people off guard, I am afraid of this sudden change in temperature, every time the cold wind comes, it is like a heavy piece of ice in the heart, shivering, I am afraid of the torture brought about by this time.
By Donald D Trujillo3 years ago in Humans
The Goose and the Goose's Egg
It was a sunny day, and the sun made the green trees, the grass, and the colorful little wildflowers and dense shade of the surrounding area resound, the outlines of the branches of the trees and the outlines of the houses clear and crisp and hard.
By Donald D Trujillo3 years ago in Humans
The time is peaceful, the years do not go through the old
I do not know when to start, want to accompany the most loved ones to spend every way in life. More than twenty years in the rotation of time, the pace of the years hurriedly never stops. In this way, we spent day after day, year after year in the corridor of time. The seasons keep changing, the ordinary days seem to flow like a trace and pass, walking more and more, experiencing more and more stories, some uninteresting and some wonderful, but this heart is more and more fragile, can not withstand the separation of life and death, can not withstand the absence of a loved one on the road of regret. Always think that there is still a lot of time, always think that everything is still in time, always think that we will encounter a beautiful in the miss, but inadvertently gray hair is inserted into the time. So many years, many experienced stories, stories of people, stories of the plot, become more and more blurred. Sometimes, I don't even know how to face my forgetfulness, whether it is good or bad, even I can't come to this conclusion.
By Donald D Trujillo3 years ago in Humans
A Lonely Villa
At the foot of the mountain, there is a two-story villa, including a spacious courtyard of about a thousand square meters. There is a large banyan tree in the courtyard, surrounded by tall and dense trees outside the courtyard, and a small fish pond in front of the door. In the morning, the birds in the trees squeaked and the white clouds in the sky swam quietly in the fish pond, which was silent, soft, clean, and spacious. This is the new residence where I was hired as a consultant.
By Donald D Trujillo3 years ago in Humans
The flowing years
Before - before I was a fickle person, now am a floating person I do not know if I count on a person who likes to write, before school, write to write notes, but never take out to share with others, are some of their own experience, others a writing essay are headache worried to death, I am occasionally I. Often think about a lot of things, a lot of experience, and a lot of unrealistic ideas, I found that I have been thinking, forgetting all, forgetting the effort, forgetting reality and life, on living in a thoughtful imagination, can not be extricated.
By Donald D Trujillo3 years ago in Humans
who is aging the years
Day after day, year after year, ordinary days like water crossed, inadvertently white hair inserted into the light of day, the story of people or things, has been blurred, go to go, scattered. When the curtain falls, a lot of reluctant feelings flocked to the original landscape in the eyes, has been the story of memory. A lot of reluctance, a lot of uncertainty overnight, questioning: who is aging the years?
By Donald D Trujillo3 years ago in Humans
