I had only my living quarters

Before the sessions at which questions of principle or matters deriving importance from the conflicts between departments were to be discussed, Lenin would insist by telephone that I acquaint myself with the subject in advance. The current literature on the disagreements between Lenin and Trotsky is full of apocrypha . Of course there were sometimes disagreements. But far more often we came to the same conclusion after we had exchanged a few words by telephone, or else independently of each other. When it was obvious that we both had the same opinion about a certain matter, we knew that we would get the necessary decision adopted. But at times when Lenin was afraid that there might be serious opposition to one of his projects, he would remind me by telephone: “Don’t fail to come to the meeting! I’ll have you speak first.” I would talk for a few minutes, and Lenin would say “Right!” perhaps twice during my speech, and that would decide the vote. Not because the others were afraid to oppose us — at that time there was no sign of the present practice of keeping in line with your superiors and of the revolting fear of compromising yourself by an inappropriate word or vote — but because the less the bureaucratic subservience, the greater the authority of leadership Neo skin lab.

When I disagreed with Lenin, a fevered discussion not only could but sometimes did develop. But when we agreed, the discussion was always brief. If, for some reason, we were unable to talk things over in advance, we would exchange notes during the meetingdermes, and if these revealed some disagreement between us, Lenin would so guide discussion as to defer the issue. Some times in notes stating my disagreement with him, I would write in a humorous vein, and Lenin’s whole body would shake while he read them. He was very susceptible to laughter, especially when he was tired. It was one of his child-like traits; in that manliest of all men there were many child-like traits. I would watch him in delight as he struggled so hard to overcome a fit of laughter while trying to direct the meeting with the utmost seriousness. His cheek-bones then would bulge even more under the strain.

The war commissariat, where most of my work was done — not only my military work but party and literary work, or any other task there was for me — was situated outside of the Kremlin.  in the Kavalersky building. No one came to see us there. People who came to see me on business came to the commissariat. As for social visits — no one ever thought of such a thing; we were much too busy for that. We returned home from work at about five o’clock. By seven I was back at the commissariat, for the evening sessions. When, much later, the revolution had settled down a little, I devoted my evenings to theoretical and literary work.

My wife joined the commissariat of education and was placed in charge of museums and ancient monuments. It was her duty to fight for the monuments of the past against the conditions of civil war. It was a difficult matter. Neither the White nor the Red troops were much inclined to look out for historical estates, provincial Kremlins, or ancient churches. This led to many arguments between the war commissariat and the department of museums Cabinet. The guardians of the palaces and churches accused the troops of lack of respect for culture; the military commissaries accused the guardians of preferring dead objects to living people. Formally, it looked as if I were engaged in an endless departmental quarrel with my wife. Many jokes were made about us on this score.

In the summer our lives

Meanwhile, the tide of revolution was beginning to rise all through the country. The historical dialectics were also working marvellously there, only in a practical sense, and on a huge scale. The student movement vented itself in demonstrations. The Cossacks knouted the students. The liberals were indignant at this treatment of their sons. The Social Democracy was getting stronger , and was becoming an integral part of the labor movement. Revolution was no longer a privileged avocation in intellectual circles. The number of workers ar rested was increasing. It was easier to breathe in the prisons, despite the overcrowding. By the end of the second year, the verdict in the case of the South Russian Workers’ union was announced: the four principal defendants were sentenced to exile in eastern Siberia for four years. After this we were still kept for over six months in the Moscow transfer prison. I used the interim for intensive studies in theory. Then for the first time I heard of Lenin HKUE ENG, and studied his book on the development of Russian capitalism, which had just appeared, from cover to cover. Then I wrote and smuggled out of prison a pamphlet on the labor movement at Nikolayev, which was published soon after that in Geneva. We were sent away from the Moscow prison in the summer. There were interludes in other prisons. It wasn’t until the autumn of 1900 that we reached our place of banishment.

We were going down the river Lena, a few barges of convicts with a convoy of soldiers, drifting slowly along with the current. It was cold at night, and the heavy coats with which we covered ourselves were thick with frost in the morning. All along the way , at villages decided on beforehand, one or two convicts were put ashore. As well as I can remember, it took about three weeks before we came to the village of Ust-Kut. There I was put ashore with one of the woman prisoners, a close associate of mine from Nikolayev. Alexandra Lvovna had one of the most important positions in the South Russian Workers’ union. Her utter loyalty to socialism and her complete lack of any personal ambition gave her an unquestioned moral authority. The work that we were doing bound us closely together HKUE amec, and so, to avoid being separated, we had been married in the transfer prison in Moscow.

The village comprised about a hundred peasant huts. We settled down in one of them, on the very edge of the village. About us were the woods; below us, the river. Farther north, down the Lena, there were gold-mines. The reflection of the gold seemed to hover about the river. Ust-Kut had known lusher times, days of wild debauches, robberies, and murders. When we were there the village was very quiet, but there was still plenty of drunkenness. The couple who owned the hut that we took were inveterate tipplers. Life was dark and repressed , utterly remote from the rest of the world. At night, the cockroaches filled the house with their rustlings as they crawled over table and bed, and even over our faces. From time to time we had to move out of the hut for a day or so and keep the door wide open, at a temperature of 35 degrees (Fahrenheit) below zero.

 were made wretched by midges. They even bit to death a cow which had lost its way in the woods. The peasants wore nets of tarred horsehair over their heads. In the spring and autumn the village was buried in mud. To be sure, the country was beautiful, but during those years it left me cold. I hated to waste interest and time on it. I lived between the woods and the river, and I almost never noticed them — I was so busy with my books and personal relations. I was studying Marx, brushing the cockroaches off the page HKUE ENG.

all the year round

A pure chance, I migrated to shixing county. Such a stay is eighteen years Cloud Management Tool. In the eighteenth year of shixing witness of youth, never short of water, have never broken CLP, rich in resources, with a beautiful view, is a golden treasure livable.

Thick green shixing, every bird, can take you into peace of the world, every forest, can let you put down the dizzying forget troubles, each one spray can wash away your mind, cleaning dust in your heart, each stream is a subtle china work visa, never flaunt himself.

The mountains embrace, spring comes, the mountains flowers with green; Surrounded by water, clear flow, fish in the river singing jump dance.

Day, the dim light. Perhaps impatient you are in the river, but the water already awake, is flowing quietly, maybe it's the early than you, or maybe it was awake all night, but it will never tell you the answer, with a few small whirlpool, then disappear, as mysterious as the fairy tale. When you desperately looking for the answer, the sun came out, the golden fall in the river, turned golden borrow the sloshing water reflected into your eyes, don't rush to use both hands to keep out ah, shixing declared - it's a hilarious! Noticed it Payroll Outsourcing Services, across the woods, shaking, colorful clothes, dotted with the green. Yes, that's the village women are in the wash clothes, maybe too far apart, you can't see their appearance, but the ringing laugh, you must have heard real, otherwise, how are you mouth up!

where the most careless

After DEMEA's departure, CLEANTHES and PHILO continued the conversation in the following manner. Our friend, I am afraid, said CLEANTHES, will have little inclination to revive this topic of discourse, while you are in company; and to tell truth, PHILO, I should rather wish to reason with either of you apart on a subject so sublime and interesting. Your spirit of controversy, joined to your abhorrence of vulgar superstition, carries you strange lengths, when engaged in an argument The Beauty ; and there is nothing so sacred and venerable, even in your own eyes, which you spare on that occasion.
I must confess, replied PHILO, that I am less cautious on the subject of Natural Religion than on any other; both because I know that I can never, on that head, corrupt the principles of any man of common sense; and because no one, I am confident, in whose eyes I appear a man of common sense, will ever mistake my intentions. You, in particular, CLEANTHES, with whom I live in unreserved intimacy; you are sensible, that notwithstanding the freedom of my conversation, and my love of singular arguments, no one has a deeper sense of religion impressed on his mind, or pays more profound adoration to the Divine Being, as he discovers himself to reason, in the inexplicable contrivance and artifice of nature. A purpose, an intention, a design, strikes every , the most stupid thinker; and no man can be so hardened in absurd systems, as at all times to reject it. That Nature does nothing in vain, is a maxim established in all the schools, merely from the contemplation of the works of Nature, without any religious purpose; and baby bed , from a firm conviction of its truth, an anatomist, who had observed a new organ or canal, would never be satisfied till he had also discovered its use and intention. One great foundation of the Copernican system is the maxim, That Nature acts by the simplest methods, and chooses the most proper means to any end; and astronomers often, without thinking of it, lay this strong foundation of piety and religion. The same thing is observable in other parts of philosophy: And thus all the sciences almost lead us insensibly to acknowledge a first intelligent Author; and their authority is often so much the greater, as they do not directly profess that intention.
It is with pleasure I hear GALEN reason concerning the structure of the human body. The anatomy of a man, says he [De formatione foetus], discovers above 600 different muscles; and whoever duly considers these, will find, that, in each of them, Nature must have adjusted at least ten different circumstances, in order to attain the end which she proposed; proper figure, just magnitude, right disposition of the several ends, upper and lower position of the whole, the due insertion of the several nerves, veins, and arteries: So that, in the muscles alone, above 6000 several views and intentions must have been formed and executed. The bones he calculates to be 284: The distinct purposes aimed at in the structure of each, above forty. What a prodigious display of artifice, even in these simple and homogeneous parts! But if we consider the skin, ligaments Enterprise VDI Solution , vessels, glandules, humours, the several limbs and members of the body; how must our astonishment rise upon us, in proportion to the number and intricacy of the parts so artificially adjusted! The further we advance in these researches, we discover new scenes of art and wisdom: But descry still, at a distance, further scenes beyond our reach; in the fine internal structure of the parts, in the economy of the brain, in the fabric of the seminal vessels. All these artifices are repeated in every different species of animal, with wonderful variety, and with exact propriety, suited to the different intentions of Nature in framing each species. And if the infidelity of GALEN, even when these natural sciences were still imperfect, could not withstand such striking appearances, to what pitch of pertinacious obstinacy must a philosopher in this age have attained, who can now doubt of a Supreme Intelligence!

which they could absorb

Bishop Salvado fed and clothed the natives. He built a tidy little Continental village of stone houses, twenty-eight in all, laid out in streets, and induced them to live in them. He saw that each man had his own allotment of land. For the preliminary work done upon it the Bishop paid him, and put the money in the bank, and purchased implements for further development, and educated his children. He taught them handicrafts and stockwork and telegraphy and accountancy and music and languages, every one of  and absorb well. He went further. He selected five promising young aboriginal boys, and took them with him to Rome to study for the priesthood in a Benedictine seminary there. Among them were two who received the names of John and Francis Xavier, and the habit of the Order from the Pope himself All died in Europe, with the exception or one, who returned to New Norcia DR REBORN, promptly flung away his habit made for the bush and died there.

Children of the woodland, dwelling in a squalor that could not be avoided in their stone-walled houses, closed in from the air that was their breath of life, in the heat of summer and the dank cold of winter, they lost all touch with their native earth. They slept on beds-but they could not learn cleanliness. They wore clothing, and developed chest complaints and fevers. They died, and the dead were carried out of the little houses, and others sent to live in them-a superstitious people with a horror of the dead, there they too died. Alas for the poor “little brothers of the dingo”-civilization was a cloak that they donned easily enough, but they could not wear it and live. Bishop Salvado had counted 250 members of the Victoria Plains group in 1846. The last of these, Monnup, died in 1913.

It was the same story everywhere, a kindness that killed as surely and as swiftly as cruelty would have done. The Australian native can withstand all the reverses of nature, fiendish droughts and sweeping floods, horrors of thirst and enforced starvation-but he cannot withstand civilization.

In 1883, a commission was appointed in West Australia to control native conditions of living and employment Global Server Load Balancing, and in 1886 all aborigines of the State were brought directly under the guardianship of the Government. In the early nineteen hundreds a special Aborigines’ Department was created, with protectors travelling throughout West Australia, and a Chief Protector in authority in Perth.

There is no hope of protecting the Stone Age from the twentieth century! When the native’s little group area is gone, he loses the will to live, and when the will to live is gone, he dies.

The West Australian Government treated the natives generously, each fortnight sending them liberal rations of flour, tea, sugar and tobacco, with meat and jam added, and provided them with little wooden huts, each with a fireplace, a bed, a spring-mattress, warm cosy blankets and even crockery. There was a well in the centre of the reserve which was fenced into individual areas that they might grow flowers and vegetables and keep goats. The natives were intensely proud and even jealous of their little villas and built themselves mias (bush shelters) outside them, where they slept with the dogs. They broke through the fences for a shorter route when they went to visit each other. Every now and then, those who were able wandered restlessly away to their own kalleep (group area and “home” land), in the seasons of its fruitfulness and old-time ceremonies, and finding no friendly fires reenex, and the houses and fences of the white man everywhere, they fled in panic back to the city to sell clothes-props or to beg, to pick up scraps of charity and vices and disease. Too often the white man’s sympathy was expressed in beer and whisky, and so they drifted in and out of gaol, and back to the reserve again.

The captain takes the wheel

Fortunately, however, just before sundown the River Murray Steam Navigation Company’s boat ‘Nellie’ puts in an appearance round the bend, and after describing a stately circle draws up at the town wharf. She is a magnificent, white-painted, three-decked affair; the engines and crew are located on the first deck, the saloon and passengers on the second, while a smoking room and the wheel house are situated high up aloft, almost on a level with the funnel. Everything is up to date, even to the extent of a gorgeous name plate and a stewardess. As soon as she is alongside (the boat, not the stewardess) we step aboard and introduce ourselves. The captain has instructions to look after us reenex, and we place ourselves under his care forthwith.

After tea, in the eye of one of the most glorious sunsets I have ever seen, a sunset which streaks the sky and river into a perfect kaleidoscope of ever-changing colours, we return on board, and the order is given to ‘cast loose.’ With a tinkling of falling water, the head and stern lines are thrown off, somebody sings out ‘All clear astern,’ and the ‘Nellie’ wheels majestically round into mid-stream, whistling furiously. , the stewardess throws a farewell kiss ashore, and we ascend to the smoking deck, draw chairs forrard of the wheel house, light our pipes, and prepare to enjoy the beauties of the evening dermes.

It is indeed a glorious night. Hardly a sound save the throbbing of the engines and the splashing of the paddle wheels, somewhere deep down in the mysterious regions beneath us, breaks the stillness. The evening star is just beginning to twinkle, a last lingering touch of sunset lies low upon the horizon, and on either hand the reflections in the mirror-like water surpass belief. Trees, cows, boats, and citizens are all reproduced with a faithfulness to detail bordering on the magical.

About five minutes after leaving the wharf we reach the point where the mighty Darling joins the still mightier Murray, which, thus reinforced, continues her journey to the sea nearly six hundred miles distant. Strange to say, after their junction, for some reason of their own, the waters refuse to assimilate, and on this account, for many miles, that on one bank is of a sombre muddy hue, while that on the other is of a bluer and much more transparent colour. It is as though each is struggling to maintain to the very last the supremacy it has so long enjoyed elyze .

Owing to the heavy floods all along the valley of the Darling, she (the Darling) is much the bigger river. In fact, the Murray, in summer time, is hardly navigable above the junction. For miles ahead gleaming patches of white sand bestrew the course, and in and out of these treacherous banks we wind our way with wondrous delicacy. One moment we are close in shore, so close that the boughs of the trees overhang our decks, only the next to be far out in the centre of the stream, dashing along at a comparatively furious pace. It is dangerous work, and our captain cheers us with the news that we shall probably go aground two or three times before we get to Mildura; in fact, just as he finishes speaking, there is a sound of much ringing in the engine room below, steam is suddenly shut off, and the next moment we are grating grimly over a sandbank. But this is only a narrow shoal, and in less than a minute we are back again in deep water, dashing along in and out of the treacherous patches as fast as ever. It is a wonderful exhibition of steering, and we thoroughly enjoy it .

which change of scene possessed

Sir Henry Delme left England with very unenviable sensations reenex . A cloud seemed to hang over the fate of his brother, which no speculations of his could pierce. Numberless were the conjectures he formed, as to the real causes of George's sickness and mental depression. It was in vain he re-read the letters, and varied his comments on their contents. It was evident, that nothing but his actual presence in Malta, could unravel the mystery. Sir Henry had one consolation; how great, let those judge who have had aught dear placed in circumstances at all similar. He had a confidence in George's character reenex, which entirely relieved him from any fear that the slightest taint could have infected it. But an act of imprudence might have destroyed his peace of mind--sickness have wasted his body. Nor was his uncertainty regarding George, Delme's only cause of disquiet. When he thought of Julia Vernon, there was a consequent internal emotion, that he could not subdue. He endeavoured to forget her--her image haunted him. He meditated on his past conduct; and at times it occurred to him, that the resolutions he had formed, were not the result of reason, but were based on pride and prejudice. He thought of her as he had last seen her. Now she spoke with enthusiasm of the bright stars of heaven; anon, her eye glistened with piety, as she showed how the feeling these created, was but subservient to a nobler one still. Again, he was beside her in the moment of maiden agony; when low accents faltered from her quivering lip, and the hand that rested on his arm, trembled from her heart's emotion.

Such were the bitter fancies that assailed him, as he left his own, and reached a foreign land. They cast a shadow on his brow, no charm to dispel. He hurried on to France's capital, and only delaying till he could get his passports signed, hastened from Paris to Marseilles.
On his arrival at the latter place, his first enquiries were, as to the earliest period that a vessel would sail for Malta. He was pointed out a small yacht in the harbour, which belonging to the British government reenex, had lately brought over a staff officer with despatches.
A courier from England had that morning arrived--the vessel was about to return--her canvas was already loosened--the blue Peter streaming in the wind. Delme hesitated not an instant, but threw himself into a boat, and was rowed alongside. The yacht's commander was a lieutenant in our service, although a Maltese by birth. He at once entered into Sir Henry's views, and felt delighted at the prospect of a companion in his voyage. A short time elapsed--the anchor was up--the white sails began to fill--Sir Henry was once more on the wide sea.
What a feeling of loneliness, almost of despair, infects the landsman's mind, as he recedes from an unfamiliar port--sees crowds watching listlessly his vessel's departure--crowds, of whom not one feels an interest in his fate; and then, turning to the little world within, beholds but faces he knows not, persons he wots not of!

But you ain't gettin' anything out of it now

 "So I have, Jake. In the first place, I got a thousand dollars out of it before I fell sick--that is, sprained my ankle."



"I think I am," said Dewey, smiling and looking gratefully at his two friends Polar. "I am getting the care and attention of two faithful friends, who will see that I do not suffer while I am laid up in this lonely hut."

"We don't want to be paid for that, Dick."

"I know that, Bradley; but I don't call it paying you to let you work the claim which I don't intend to work myself."

"But you would work it if you were well."

"No, I wouldn't," answered Dewey, with energy Enterprise IaaS Solution. "I would leave this place instantly and take the shortest path to San Francisco."

"To see the gal that sent us out after you?"

"Yes. But, Jake, suppose you call her the young lady."

"Of course. You mustn't mind me, Dick. I don't know much about manners. I was raised kind of rough, and never had no chance to learn politeness. Ben, here, knows ten times as much as I do about how to behave among fashionable folks."

"I don't know about that, Jake," said Ben. "I was brought up in the country, and I know precious little about fashionable folks."

"Oh, well, you know how to talk. Besides Diamond Water, didn't you bring out Miss Douglas from the States?"

"She brought me," said Ben.

"It seems to me we are wandering from the subject," said Dewey. "It was a piece of good luck for me when you two happened upon this cabin where I lay helpless, with no one to look after me but Ki Sing."

"Ki Sing took pretty good care of you for a haythen," said Bradley.

with a sign to his companion to remain

They reached the cabin at last, and halted their horses before the door.

Both sprang off, and Bill Mosely,  in charge of them, entered at the open door.

"Is that you, Ki Sing?" asked Dewey, whose face was turned toward the wall.

Bill Mosely could not tell from the way he lay on the pallet, covered with a blanket, whether his leg were broken or not, but believed that this was the case. "That doesn't happen to be my name, stranger," he answered.

Richard Dewey turned suddenly on his low bed and fixed his eyes on the intruder. "Who are you? what do you want?" he demanded suspiciously.

"I thought I'd come round and make you a call, being in the neighborhood," answered Mosely, with a smile.

"Who are you?"

"Well, I'm not the President of the United States, nor I ain't Queen Victoria, as I know of," said Mosely.

"You look more like a horse-thief," said Richard Dewey, bluntly.

"Do you mean to insult me?" exclaimed Bill Mosely, fiercely. "Do you know who I am?"

Dewey was not easily frightened, and he answered coolly, "You haven't told me yet."

"Well, I'm Bill Mosely from the State of Missouri. I'm a regular tearer, I am. I don't take no back talk. When a man insults me I kill him."

"Very well. Now I know who you are," said Richard Dewey, calmly. "Now, what do you want?"

"How much gold-dust have you in this cabin? We may as well come to business."

And was it like you

I handed it to Amy, who was evidently burning with inquisitiveness to know its contents.

“Didn’t I say he was a queer young man?” she exclaimed, as she nuskin perused the missive attentively. “This is only his way of saying that he means to send you some flowers himself. But what puzzles me is to think how he could possibly know you were going to make any special ‘toilette’ this evening. It is really very mysterious when I come to think of it, for Madame Didier said plainly that she would not ask Cellini to the dance till she saw him at the table d’hote to-night.”

“Perhaps Alphonse has told him all about it,” I suggested.

My friend’s countenance brightened.

“Of course! That is it; and Mr. Cellini takes HKUE ENG it for granted that a girl of your age would not be likely to refuse a dance. Still there is something odd about it, too. By-the-bye, I forgot to ask you how the picture got on?”

“Oh, very well, I believe,” I replied evasively. “Signor Cellini only made a slight outline sketch as a beginning.”

“? — a really good resemblance?”

“I really did not examine it closely enough to be able to judge.”

“What a demure young person you are!” laughed Mrs. Everard. “Now, I should have rushed straight up to the easel and HKUE amec examined every line of what he was doing. You are a model of discretion, really! I shan’t be anxious about leaving you alone any more. But about your dress for to-night. Let me see it, there’s a good girl.”

however enlightened

Knowledge is one thing, virtue is another; good sense is not conscience, refinement HKUE amec  is not humility, nor is largeness and justness of view faith. Philosophy, however enlightened, however profound, gives no command over the passions, no influential motives, no vivifying principles.



Liberal Education makes not the Christian, not the Catholic, but the gentleman. It is well to be a gentleman, it is well to have a cultivated intellect, a delicate taste, a candid, equitable, dispassionate mind, a noble and courteous bearing in the conduct of life -- these are the connatural HKUE ENG qualities of a large knowledge; they are the objects of a University; I am advocating, I shall illustrate and insist upon them; but still, I repeat, they are no guarantee for sanctity or even for conscientiousness, they may attach to the man of the world, to the profligate, to the heartless, pleasant, alas, and attractive as he shows when decked out in them.



Taken by themselves, they do but seem to be what they are not; they look like virtue at a distance, but they are detected by close observers, and on the long run; and hence it is that they are popularly accused of pretense and hypocrisy , not, I repeat, from their own fault, but because their HKUE amec professors and their admirers persist in taking them for what they are not, and are officious in arrogating for them a praise to which they have no claim. Quarry the granite rock with razors, or moor the vessel with a thread of silk, then may you hope with such keen and delicate instruments as human knowledge and human reason to contend against those giants, the passion and the pride of man.

eventually escaped a love

Finally, after walking away, when the endless once again the DaaS Solution endless sunshine out of the night, I met the most lonely in the most solemn and stirring moment. The youth always need some pain, let us forget, always need some scars to prove we were young. When life gives you one hundred reasons to cry, you will take out one thousand reasons to smile for it. You can injustice, can cry, but you can't let all people see your weakness, because we just bear child paper --, perhaps this is the reason why I'm single.

Goodbye, all the love, I used tears watered out of your life, never bother. Since you don't take life to cherish, I again why unfounded worry. The feelings, I never take it so seriously, also has never been so hurt. Everything is over, it seems that you never been to, I never leave. In life sometimes end must have, what you don't in demand. You are willing, I will go through fire and water for the; You don't want to, I would like to go through fire and water with the resistance. If a person really enough care about you, so he can always find time to accompany you, no excuses, no lies, no don't keep your promise. But in other words, if you don't strive for elyze what you want, you'll never have it. If, I mean if, if you don't have to I do feel despair. So, I mean, then, so let's take, my dear girl.

People always say that there are only two single reason: one is too highly of yourself; One is too look down upon yourself. If there is a third reason, it is sometimes too highly of yourself, sometimes too look down upon yourself. In fact like any a person all have no wrong, wrong is, you don't have a way to make her like you! I have asked myself many times, also asked a lot of people, still some people like you, why still single? I think the best answer is single and has nothing to do. When he knew the answer, I always did not speak. Because I believe in love, but don't believe in love. We have not started again afraid of ending, eventually lead to our friendship, missed the love was lost. Men don't want to torture yourself with a woman's error, the woman also don't cry because it is the man's a mistake and dead to tie up lousy dozen, rather than use love to torture yourself, to use love to learn tolerance. Affection is need to operate, not someone else to prove.

Everyone's youth, eventually escaped a love. Here, there is love, affection, happy, happy, but just not eternal. Girls mature because of falling in love with a person, the boy because Touch Overlay lose a people and grow up. I know there are lots of people like you, don't lack I a. But I like of the person rarely, in addition to you didn't. I smile can give anyone, but my heart can only give a person. In fact, I think that as long as you have been good to a person, sooner or later one day be touched by her. Time will change her original idea, have never thought in the end, was moved to tears just yourself!

Let me miss you

Let me stay, but you choose to go, you said that elyze the fate has to end, why go to hard importune. I was dumb, your shadow had disappeared in front of my eyes for a moment.

Let me miss you, thousand calls you, you are not willing to listen to again and again to you in my last request. Originally, all this already disconsolate!

You say: "love is a game you consensual, tired will leave." It is my traveler, she is a lifetime. Want to see elyze the truth, you have to need some experience with pain. The moment we meet the biggest fault is in no. If the original wipe a shoulder, maybe today I won't be so heartache.

Looking back, I want to find a talking person all have no. It turns out that in the process of all pay, in order to a you, I lost all of their own world. Finally found that I lost is not you, but I lost myself, all of this, but is the god give me arrange a monologue. Heart is too painful, too painful... After they don't feel the pain. It also remember those mottled light and shadow.

Later, time played down the move, the distance elyze pull loose miss, or miss the impressive confessions, and out into a song. Many people are in that age from the "miss". When the spring breeze streaming all the way to the you fang, who is waiting for you under the cherry trees...

Go figure

The past like a dream. Meets the sea, warm outside the memory deep, one inner WanZhao, throbbing heart, moist eyes. Month have LiuShao head, but not after dusk. Remember the distance, tianya zhichi! Memory is no longer the past, shallow sing is far away from ruin? Hand holding a moonlight, such as next season reincarnation, floating dust in the wind ecig liquid.

Dedicated lanes, including eyes telescopic, colorful leaves the ancient stone road. The wind and rain, leaves fall, like a falling star, heart is beautiful. "Leaves fall sick people a few lingering, violently fell at the autumn waters." Rain, such as sound, wutong rain clouds neglected; The world of mortals ride on water such as wine, old paper has been interrupted. I don't know bitter phoenix?

Don't hurry, don't stay time woke up, my time is already, time, leaving only the shallow memory, shuttle in the space of time, after the wind. And, but the arrival of the story, the tube broken wandering in the fall of the soul out of the window, waving the deep sleep in the dust of the bells, recite a desolate, alone and moss, wrong time Советы туристам в Гонконге.

A rub it cixin entries qiu - yun, rendering the years all the elegance; Time window of a meniscus, graceful and restrained the years young hazy. "The topic to acacia line, tung leaves full screen window." At the ground in the autumn of the soul, diffuse in the heart years flow how many tears, but holding timesong as passing sigh unceasingly, walking in the rush of earth, smell JueGe Su, looking away from the shadow is long.

Go figure, youth gone, dazzling beauty blowing in the wind and rain. The prosperities, time flies away, and the universe of the outpost was destined to bear. Along the way, leaves fallen petal open, lights, every piece in the fall of the soul with a wisp of sentimentally attached to the world, roaming in the landscape between the ancient alley, with the autumn wind blows down go to, wipe away the last dazzle colour.

Time like water flowing and the time we used to have. Savor the time in the past, curling light floating in my heart. In the depths of time mottled silent, there will always be busy after the desolate. Reminiscing about the time, the light in the melody of dream, gently embrace the years vicissitudes of life Hong Kong Military Tour.

The moon cool, hiding in the radiance, the autumn wind with becomes his hometown.

Sitting in a corner, writhing the bending of the diabolo, listen to the light rain, carding filar silk tender feelings, blown song songs and long for the past years. Over the memory of the wind, dust over the years, as the season of rebirth ran over my QingJi body, through ups and downs in the rolling the world of mortals.

Solo. Or elegant, or sweet, or graceful and restrained, is after time passes, the records of time. When time slip from the fingers, separated by time and space, those worries are also close like a dream. Return to see, "wutong leaves on the night rain, is a sorrow in the world." Is a kind of sadness, is a kind of relief. The silent earth, in the mind and feel calm. Interpret a thousand sails after everything cool, light and free and easy state of mind...

Month cool water at night

Quiet months, DuZhuo a glass of wine, of which the feeling perhaps sad, perhaps is lonely, perhaps is helpless, in short, the mood is varied, and free thoughts, it walking, running, flying, tired, leaning on the promenade to sleep, dreams, aroma and bouquet intoxicate. I do not know when, a month with a ship in the night, she sang the song of cool and refreshing, broke the silence of the night, and woke up the sleeping thoughts, slightly drunk, mind opened his eyes, hazy sleep eyes, didn't see the vast black, see only on both sides of the green hill, green water, a small boat. It faintly see a woman, a white, plain gauze covering his face, standing in the bow, such scenes like dream, like a real, women's mournful 母乳餵哺 song echoes between cross-strait, surprised the thoughts and feelings, it was perched precariously hiding in the petals, in the end, the mind broken, in the moment of landing, it heard a voice, but it is can't distinguish the voice of a flower, or his own voice. Month cool water at night, not only was cold in the night, memories are cool, but it happened that on a night like this, maybe in the night, from paper jumped out of the mind is her inner most thoughts and feelings! Walk in the time of the alley, no matter how hard, we will meet don't like clove umbrellas fraught girl, may run into a shade misty rain, will be wet umbrella, no umbrella, get wet clothes, but also can get wet mood, hiding a rain, stand under the eaves, can vaguely see the soul in the lane that could run through the rain　Travel deals. Spring and the autumn passed; the time of different scenery, different mood, in the spring, green, new yan peck mud -, everything is new, the mood also is spring, full of vitality, autumn, cold day, swan goose under the setting sun, leaves like each folding wing plate, hovering between deadwood, how to beat 牛奶敏感 their wings, also not fly, with a bleak autumn wind, unable to fall on the ground, this season is desolate, the four seasons samsara in season, our mood is a fine line between or happy or sad, hold a rush of the day, can't stop love season, more about not happy when sad mood. Standing at the time of the ferry, we don't know where is the rainbow nation, unfamiliar faces, who is in who is the traveler, we all can't tell, perhaps in will also be a traveler. The wind, the thought of floating cloud will let us recall the past, let gliding past heavy in my heart, but it turns out that is the wind, fluttered in the wind, the wind chill, arouse a pile of worries, into the clouds, with clouds float to the distance, as far as we can no longer go to look for. Seasonal change, and time will slip, can be the same after all is the mood, like sadness, will be more like sad, in one night, drink a cup of tea can warm, sprinkle with more thoughts is also a hint of sadness, time is gone, the wind, people away, who is at the ferry to salvage the regression of pieces of memories, planted next season. Moonlight through a window screen is aspersed into my window, although cool, but it is also very beautiful, with the faint moonlight, a few thoughts slowly drifted out, in front of my eyes amplifier amplification, and finally become a painting, painting, a piece of Lin, bleak autumn wind, blowing leaves, the distance, a shadow of his back to me, and, in the residual, Lin thoughts seem instantaneous quiet, perhaps like this season, like such of sorrow. Pick up the ground residual leaves quietly, count the years of growth rings, the color of the static see akiha years, sure enough, the leaves is vicissitudes of life, yellow, wrinkled. Dry leaves, quietly lying in my palm, so quiet, so cool, like the leaves, seems to be doing a dream, don't want to disturb her peace, also not break its dreams, so, not broken. Back, looking for the back to my back, but found that already see, appear so silent, walking is so silent? Suddenly, a burst of autumnal winds blowing, blowing my hair, palm leaf residue of she the body, I very carefully holding hands, blocking the autumn wind, for it at this time, the forest someone in poetry.

Edge is deep

Complex mind tempted beautiful twists and turns, and deliberately provoked a warm pure Bridges, at the moment of alternative crossing the wandering lonely sad, isn't it a beautiful shadow of amber in sending out the warmth of the sun, or being unable to cycle of love destined to lonely, is the fate of the way out of the emotion of the vertical and horizontal line The legend of the world of mortals, wrote a beautiful gesture, and its various doomed the ethereal investment, meet the recognition, has a passionate and desolate, brotherly one scene, tears like diamonds, identity authentication, the license of the promise of the progress of the oath, let his voice superposition in well with the feeling of the course. Tender feelings tactfully beautiful, beautiful color stars, is a bright moon partner or the help of day, as the popular meet, walk in the evening time, waiting for the dawn of sympathy, although has the beads embellish injection is in the morning, but indispensable is warm harvest, waiting for that love like the sunshine. Edge is deep, but his way is the light cannot be met, the wandering feelings at the moment even went to the distant horizon, cannot play their twang, let the distant tianya heard, let the other ends of the earth to see. Years cheating on them, and lie with sincerity, fragile took the weak heart, and the truth in the book, step by step to take away his tears, is still waiting for that spoony a drop of water of the sea, even the spring doesn't come, no flowers, their listening also of no help, let oneself when get to know each other slowly goes into the wind, go sailing, into a piece of boundless direction and at the moment can only squat told of his own shadow, I'm sorry, let you hurt. Soft wind is like the night, from now on lingering tears bifurcate, meet meet uncertain drunk, feeling difficult to set the love and hate. Love cup, acacia tears, two people to drink, to go alone, can let go of sight hand alone, but not put in the heart. At this point the heart have, and the tears is the northern expedition, simple and easy, how do from now on. Hold your hand, but can't hold your hand outside of the heart, lonely heart failure, mood and tears fall in love. Lovely will deteriorate, heartache don't leave, but the years trace is also down. And you will always be at ease, put my heart far away, at the moment you would escape, always put me in front of the back. Break up is hard to say, the inseparable is the heart of sorrow, in the end to find an outlet, looking at you leave of the streets, is inseparable from the met on the street. Holding your hand, hold your gentleness, took a period of time and perhaps, let me stay here, tell myself no longer pay, but tears flow for you. Couldn't say what tears, said the taste in the heart. Ask, ask your heart, the road is to use their own pay. Love in heart, have a broken heart is still in the situation. Dish, ask shadow memory also in floating, migrating to an unknown, two hearts meet people did not know, a fall in the middle of the night silent heart. The spring have after the fall, people go to the wind and rain with a name. How easy, "I'm sorry," said after just understand the taste of heartache is so sad, what to say without regret are offends for himself, say no more tears, actually is to own deception, to seize the fragile tears.

Simple life, is not simple.

The decoration of the simple, simple, put aside the noisy outside neon, in peace. Everything around feel exhaustion of itself, is said to me dermes the bitter tired. So why do they shout tired? Must be burden is too heavy. Many people put money, status, fame and beauty, and life is tied firmly, seems to have these as the only yardstick to measure the value of life. Once the sundry room too much, the mood will feel very depressive, hasn't put too much, it must be clean. The finishing of the finishing, the throw away. Ease your heart weight, life should be so. In fact, forget sometimes is more important than to remember. Often with friends, and just because a little trivial, it's not worth it. Getting along with people to know self-effacing each other, don't, not put, you for atlantis v2 I make so much noise, it will make life more tired, not easily happy. Have no matter to love to drink a little wine, also feel the life such as wine. Amount of water, "reduced" tasteless although small, but the taste is more mellow. In fact, our life need subtraction, minus the exhaustion, minus the worry, minus the heavy, minus shouldn't raw huafa early. Minus the burden on the heart, minus some luxury, some desire, some worthless thing apart. Easy and quiet life don't need too much busy. I often will do multiple choice, always out all those who have nothing to do with the right answer. Sometimes more think more, the more impulsive, impatient, instead of the less you know. Life taught me to put aside all other thoughts, focus on some good things, some things that we cannot grasp, or just let it be put off. A hard in life, is also right, but it must be enough for us to Dr Reborn make our life simple, throw out does not suit us all! Will have "policy helps the old water flow, jiao first the concept of" defect of calm. Will have the bamboo battle light straw shoe - horse easily. Would have "a domain" misty rain let life's ambition. Also will have that "there are no rain also no clear" the calm. Simple life, is not simple.