Parting scenery, do not have to talk

Through the cold of time, across the bleak time, stop at the window of the dream. I have realized that the world is warm or cold, time gathering or parting, its own arrangement. My heart is always unwilling to have a net friend to appease me. Time thick, my heart, Enron.

I am in the autumn war in October, imagining the beauty of April. Along the strings of the piano, the melody was lingling like a spring hitting a stone; Or like the spring breeze blowing green leaves, rustling. Also like the yellow warbler warble, melodious. Along the light time, thick thoughts, through I do not know who cut out the thin leaves, step through the trees cast a mottled. Tapping the lintel of the years, any time in a hurry, like water long.

Like a person alone, let the thoughts spread to the whole heart. Very painful want to cry always comfort, the past scenery has been scattered with the wind. The dark clouds have accumulated for a long time, and when the cold wind comes, the picturesque and poetic Xuemei will come into sight. Outside, the shadows of the branches are swaying. In the windy season, doomed not too lonely. Even in the lonely winter. Withered branches and leaves, I am silent. Stand up and tell a pen, that endless from the war into the heart, to white hair Shao Shou, suddenly, recall the past. The nature of the soul, free and easy with the wind. Shallow memories, sweet lips and teeth. I've sealed it. I just love it.

Time is silent, two ears do not smell the things out of the window, just want to quiet indifferent, to the time, conveniently open a page of Song Ci, silent reading, concentration, think carefully. Write down a mood. And so the smiles of April bloom. Even if the story develops to the end, not the ending you want, but time, or go ahead. Time, is always ruthless but sentient. The people who go far, leave you a period of light and gentle past. All left, lost, disappeared, and is not a kind of ownership. Memory, according to a meter of sunshine, in a smile into an indelible scenery.

A person's day, clear skies, a person's time, a flower, a cup of tea, a pen, any words between the five fingers and tilt down. A song, a city, a heart. Day, is so insipid, and thought-provoking. Maybe it is at this moment that you realize that, the original, that try hard to forget, to cover up the deep pain memories, so quietly evaporated.

Yes, true forgetfulness is a piece of cake. But most people in the world are nostalgic. The mouth said yesterday's things can not stay, but this heart ah, after all, can not be that person, that feeling really elegant down. When talking about that person, he gnashed his teeth and said that he would cut that person into pieces by a thousand cuts. However, he met him by chance in the crowd, and the hatred was dispersed as a cloud of smoke. Only into the deep feeling of the eyes, and a gentle greeting. That a wisp of white moonlight through the curtain cracks, but you left me the purest white thoughts?

I know that people stand in the secular world, live in this complicated world, always have to experience a lot, learn to bear, learn to choose, and then understand. Time, monotonous, but not withered; Long, but not hard. Years to give us is a rich wealth, it with suffering, created our powerful beautiful wings. With warm hands, it stroked the depressed heart. People, must go through vicissitudes without injury. The past is full of things, and let it go.

On the world of strangers, listen to the voice of flowers. In the world of mortals, and memory smile at each other. With a wisp of ink incense, decorate the barren season. Through the cold of time, across the bleak time, stop at the window of the dream. I know that the world is warm as well as cold, and that time comes and goes in its own way. Time thick, my heart, Enron. Who is right and who is wrong, eyes already doomed. Don't mourn!

Some people, not far away, but can only be friends, not lovers. Some people, without deliberate, also can remember deeply. In life, there is always some injury, some pain, must bear in silence. Those who are about the same, through the years, through the mountains and rivers, but disappeared in a busy intersection, disappeared without a trace. In life, always meet some people, in the young and tender years, hold your hand, but lost in the sea of flowers of youth. Some pain, always against the light, is more beautiful.

There is a firm, called believe in the future; There is a kind of culture, called placid; There is a belief, called dreaming in the distance. Years, because I believe in the future is firm; Life, it is because of culture and faith, just let the mind become magnanimous. Pick a snowflake, decorated with disgruntled dead wood; Pick a petal fall, aftertaste of spring flowers gorgeous; Pick up a fallen leaf, think about the quiet beauty of autumn leaves. The scenery is different at all times of the year. Lost, just know the precious; Sad, just know the taste of happiness. Give yourself a key, unlock the chains of sorrow; Give yourself a smile. The ice that melts the pain. And line, and song. And line, and smile. No matter how much life should not, no matter how many lonely life? And to love self, love the world.

Perhaps, really, is a man's duty; Ups and downs, is the episode of time; Safe and steady is an extraordinary life.

That through the road, time ticking, bit by bit falling, is the most really read. Give yourself a clear lake, Ren Hong carp roaming; Give yourself a piece of blue sky, let the clouds ornament blank; Give yourself a confidence, any thought unrestrained. Life, this is colorful. Life, this should be optimistic.

Pull a curtain of mind, with a handful of spring, light look fleeting flashy, static look at the impermanence of the world. If persistent pursuit, even if the outcome is unsatisfactory, also no regrets.

Lost from the fingers is the passing years, faded residual cocoon, precipitation is the essence of memory. Years of vicissitudes of life, I alone immersed in the sea of books, listen to the bustling whisper, memory of the heart, recall the past, not to tell that a from the war scenery.