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.