2011年1月3日星期一

The next is always the next spring

The next is always the next spring

End of the year, and in the rain, feel the time, I lost by a flowering cycle of clouds has completed another decade, Way back years ago, who is with me in the deep Amidst the Rain King under the laughter, who had Lily Mo Siang wait for me in return.
80,90 of us who are not only found in the early years of quiet no longer young and stressed, peonies opened and lost, only in the loss of mottled shadow, I brought back, but forgot how to laugh, silent groan know the pain.
Late autumn, the Yi Sha light rain sprinkled Regentville, threshold Xiao Shu Ju, Wu well provoke disorder residual smoke. A scene described by Liu Yong is so sad, so I do not know love flow silenced; good times good days in the misty rain in the south of the old age and over, only the pen can not write a stunning return.
Who am I, who are you, little in this era of luxury, it seems that seemed so irrelevant. I was young when the opposite direction across the floating shadow, few parties are always obvious feel so tired.
【Goodbye. Yan】
"Who could not bear to cry, tears will be heartbroken, Chuncan flowers Grazing the Sheep, the hoe is someone's girl."
- Xi Yan
"Beautiful Woman - What is the roots, is that you will not necessarily lead their lives with that woman, land so; I do not know how many heroes do this bow ... ... I am glad that they have not done heroic, and very unfortunate, because never met before, life itself is contradictory hastily is, who to smile for the roots of what nature's capital? also because I have been clear, the person may be luck to find her children has always been the vast thousands of Baidu. If everyone really so kind a man child, king I would prefer to have never seen, just because I'm not a hero ... ... "
"I love her for years, has been doing to her friends. Does not love her years, her lover has been doing."
- Seven years TH
"Blue Yan - What is blue-Yan, is that a woman wandering around in the color of a man with ambiguous, this role is bound to be tragic, and perhaps the nature of loneliness, how many men since ancient times has never been bored with this attempt roles, including a time when I, but the scripts are being written ... ... it was just me who's leaving the lonely, only you, only yourself. "
【Bye. River home】
From rural to urban, from the north to the south, I am like a fish, a drift from the river to the sea little fishes, seventeen-year-old dream to own their homes, how it is kind of a journey, after a child I carry too much, too many poor children may all be true. Homesickness often complex, always like to listen to the first TV drama "candle in the mother", would make me feel distant from my children that some people are so close, so close, maybe I can not go back, go back ... ...
Wet weather along the way I do not know how many times my smile, the baptism of the heart, I was more unhappy with Yen, I do not know when to begin that like to sit under the cloud, at least a touch of sadness exclusion eyes looked at poverty What kind of bird seasons have the habit, ask yourself, they are not also have a Four Seasons and I speak as lonely?
Now often heard whispered: "Life is so rich in beauty, but you so worry, this is not good, bad," Yes, life is continuing, perhaps after 80 so we should not have annoying;
A cross corner, I met the mother a one-armed push the wheelchair with one hand on the phase, as the son and I had that instant, her mother who's very calm and loving eyes, the shock of my mind more than the child on a wheelchair and who is not so lucky and happy, in fact, everywhere is sunny, has a treasure in front of it ... ...

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