2010年12月30日星期四

Xinyu wish

Xinyu wish

Editor's Note: Earth is passing through eternity, it kept rotating in time, turn around the lives of the Master on the Earth less one day. Thus, Ai Sisuo people have a philosophy of life make sense? That time, the money, those who love, those happy, those emotions, in the end is real or unreal? Who in the end after? Zhuangzi said to each other, than forget themselves in the rivers and lakes. Life in the end what is the true? Of the article, just a woman's retreat it? How many metaphysical topics presented here, the thought of life beyond the ordinary. The dialectical thinking, philosophy of life is ... ...
(A)
Time like water, to go quietly, time again to the end of time to think about this year's flow away from the rush around the heart can not help but also feel, a lot of emotion. Age does creep up, can not help but sigh myself slowly getting older, lack of text is also former passion. A friend asked me why I'm posting a long time not seen. Indeed, I really did not write the text a long time. Recently, work busy, tie him with all kinds of trivia, the less the concern of literary friends and also indifferent to the enthusiasm of the text. Tonight, when I open my collected works, this collection of essays found himself a long time not updated. At this moment, suddenly felt ashamed.

Long time did not write the text, and not want to write, but not the true sense of spiritual tranquility. With the topic obviously, but just do not know how to write. Write delete, delete write, and this kind of repeated again and again, his heart at a loss, I feel really inspired by the text has been exhausted, could not have had a coherent feeling. Try to keep yourself quiet, more so the more we can not be quiet. Is busy, is lazy, is the inspiration dried up, or really want to alienate the text? Excuses himself again and again, again and again to forgive myself, and finally, I have to admit: I really was getting lazy it!

Sat quietly, the room was silent, only that the wall clock to work tirelessly with dee dee da. Abandon the concept of some feminine affectation of time to put aside some of the helplessness of complicated things. Suddenly, the anxious heart, never had been a kind of calm. Text is not my life. The text has been exhausted face increasingly indifferent words of inspiration and passion, the reason I can only comfort themselves that, so that his impetuous and anxious state of mind can be adjusted.

Perhaps the day will dull the enthusiasm of people to spend, the time may perhaps be easy to become lazy. Perhaps, this phenomenon is only temporary, because I always loved writing, like writing, is inseparable from the text.

(B)
Hustle and bustle of city living in a day is not only facing the bustling markets, towering buildings, there are noisy people to drive to. Those familiar and unfamiliar landscape have become a road, a field in the past. Accustomed to this landscape and see it; accustomed to this in the past, forget it.

I like the snow-white snow

I like the snow-white snow

Prior to this, has been many days this winter, snow all around, although weather forecasting is always snow, only a trace of snow we have seen here. Plow the fields cutting still standing straight Leng Leng, has been blown into dry Ke La, could not help some melancholy, they blame God came from. This coming year, how much production was affected ah, in this region, as farm workers, to desire the winter snow and more snow and more like coming to where the entropy, entropy, there is hope a good spring planting, farmers who in winter the topic is of the best time of misfortune.
Say: This is the lonely winter. If more is not a decorative snow, how much more deserted it?
Think tonight, after a month or beginning of winter's night, suddenly the snow. Morning and open the door, wow! A white world, is: "suddenly, such as spring night, the splendid display of pear blossoms."
Great! Great!
I like the pure white snow, like spring, like the edge of the field to the colorful flowers bloom in summer to nourish all things unexpected rain, the autumn sky Hao Jie Lang Lang's moon - the best is good Chunhuaqiuyue Summer scenery, what could be better than this time by the farmers like it?
This is the God-given human Dongxue Qionghua, her beauty, nothing can compare her, her beauty is internal; her beauty is natural.
If winter comes, the north wind roared, eyes chill view. But the only snow that spirituality, dressed in white Shayi, in order to add points harsh winter fun. She filled the Qionghua embodiment, Durian, came to the earth.
When the snow flying, I always Nan Yi full of joy, with open arms, with her in the wind, enjoy the Man Wu, open skirts, let her into my arms burning, feel the long-lost memories.
I like the winter cold, it seems that with a sober taste ... ... I like the winter snow, white, contains a selfless character in the ... ... the snow, and snow is the sky spirit, always brings happiness Brisk feeling. Stretched hands, Ju Yipeng snow, feel the kiss of snow. Although she can only stay a while in her hand a moment, but she has moisture to the heart. Crisp white hexagonal patches on the body that snow, so only the body fell on the go, you will be able to wrap one's troubles away. Heart suddenly activated, and those who plot depressed in a long time, all disappeared, suddenly brightened up.
In winter, the most distinctive characteristic is wrapped in thick people, less sexy in the summer, but more warmth in winter. Wrapped in one of the people, it seems that we just need a smile, they understand the winter cold. I like wearing thick, wrapped themselves up, and everything wrapped up, although the loss had the calm and cool, but yet still the fortitude, and this is winter!
Winter, people like to live in the fog, even the words are attached to gas, said with a smile, another Kazakh breath, and beard, left the sea, brow, brim covered with frost on the way, like the old man again and was shocked to Hefatongyan You kidding, only each other to feel the joy that I like winter, winter, gave me a lot of delicate feeling reminds me of childhood can not help but remember the winter! It was a snowy winter, from time to time, like the flying snow goose feather down, thick and weighty, people feel is the time of misfortune taste.
I like the snow in winter, bare branches, wind swept, one of the creak Ya Ya. Memory, Chepaizi's always been exceptionally cold winter. Mom moved to put up with hardships in the kerosene lamp for my sewing thick blue jacket black trousers, although the needle angle is not neat, but can I wrapped stuffed for fear of freezing the body of my young bones.
I am lazy in the cold season, feeling that only the most comfortable house huddled in bed. But my mother always told me to get up over and over again: "The children to get up the dinner, and the school." At last I will be at that moment, deft drilled bed, hastily put breakfast, and marching creak Ya Ya snow, hurried to school. If it were not for my mother sewing the whole body wrapped in thick cotton trousers, it is not cold wind blowing through my cold, warm, or cover most of my heavy hand-foot roll of thick felt prepared tube was.
Impression, as if the sky is always gray in winter, as if walking in the fog. Occasionally, in the event of snow after the first warm sun to break through the fog set in the regular transit. The sun was awake, could in the end is the cold winter, northwest wind blowing, Rao is Speranskia feel the cold there is a head hit. Shuofang silvery reflection of the world in the sun, the shake is a lot to keep my eyes open, had to hide in the side and see the snow world. People say, blowing Wind in the Willows side not cold spring wind blowing, and Hee gentle. It is dry and cold winter wind, stiff, stiff hit back, take away all the body heat.

Prime years, when Jin

Prime years, when Jin

1.
Afternoon, a sudden wind rises. Wind waves, such as tidal wave in the thin crest of more than sun, across the window frames and glass, the cold chill still have stocks, hit over and over again to freeze my hair, eroding my warmth. Few days to have my throat kind of pain and discomfort Kuse, continuous daily drinking hot tea clear fire to no avail.
This winter, the awe-inspiring, not in recent years, I was getting closer with them. Think of an animal, snake. Harboring a cold winter it chooses its own, a full quarter of hibernation, waiting for the spring plowing return. Blessed are the snake looked from this point, but people do not hibernate, regardless of the cold weather again, how the raging whirling snow. Many things in life not because of your fear and commitment to meet with you, and only its first strong, only to contend with surging undercurrent.
Last year in the case of the cold season come to an end, do not want to repeat the time stack flying here for a class of statements, each year of life unless some time to be feeling somewhat hypocritical, more people move forward, The more you know how precious plain and simple, more willing to befriend the silent gestures, silent moments, many insights have accumulated in the bottom of my heart, to walk on the life savings of the heat source power. The process gains and losses on the way fate, life and joy, anger, not a moment to talk, nor in the language of the rich and grand real or not. I have always believed, time to go and stop, light and dark, the pro and sparse, the world wide awareness of their own faith, as individuals, in the end to follow the traces of its gait and to explore the hidden inner world, to hear the most faith and light sound. The sound may not be pleasant, not loud, it is dull and sometimes even torn, without the temperature of the cold. Is still in my heart to listen to the church's prayer as the general piety. Rely on these sounds alive, it called as a matter of pride and toward the light.
2.
Last night, quietly turned over the written word this year, will look to travel in between the lines Love traces of death or the dead, sometimes fans could even have taken tons of illusion, a section of this statement does not sound really is I finger a quiet night in a Qiaoxia for you, but those familiar with the language of re-presentation and eye-catching title, really is my life, I am now, and into the thick consistency of you everlasting. All of these words can be beheld scattered in a corner, no one can touch, true or false that anyone can take the scrutiny of its beauty and ugliness of speculation, but only one can be perceived texture of writing paper put pen to paper rustling sound, no one can hand hold those who live in the warm heart and readily threw a pile of cool. Paper stacking height can be a visual, but these scattered fragments in the broken light in the sentences, how well I will cherish it in years to come bottom. These can fall flat in the glitz and wealth, the poor of their vision of my life, I was looking from a distance.
Who will write the text for each of her unique way of telling, love or passion with her bare description of the object. I never like to repeat the text in the bureaucratic details of life, on life, I believe the day the face of worldly, active or passive, to meet, this is no real cover most of the day, a person is an inherent the existence of life, atmosphere and environment, and many others, or around although there will be overlap and similarities, but the first line of the track is unique rotation and intersection. I consciously put it in the busy rush of life, he served as its noisy, he served as its trivial, any of its commonplace. So, I can put my gorgeous peace of mind to stay in the text of the development in, and I was deeply lonely deep joy.

2010年12月23日星期四

Campus Dance Complex Hyun

Campus Dance Complex Hyun

Sophomore last semester, Fall in love with the Xuanwu He Weijie game, as long as there is spare time, they will play will be, so less than a month to become a rookie from Xuanwu master.
The He Weijie and as usual, landing on the eddies, but the difference is, from the original one district to the southern South China approximately, the new name "Mozun." As a new area, level display zero, have to start dancing, and of course do not have any friends and dance.
Pick any room a traditional model, songs for one to three grades. Both for the master, such a slow pace, always be first. But others also jump to see how He Weijie, almost all go to the end only one called "Purple Yan". He Weijie thought: Hey, the name sounds good, quite poetic, heart, endurance is also good to play it with you to see when you can stick to. To finish, put the room added a password to properly look at the child's name Yan Zi. Next, He Weijie Wanbian almost all of the model, and also reached his goal, after all, a large gap between the strength, the other side the ability to simply not fight back. Both sides benefit is that nearly an hour, have been upgraded to five or more, He Weijie seven, five Yan Zi, of course, the more difficult the last upgrade. In order to further satisfy their own desires victory, Weijie He was transferred to what the level of eight to nine.
Zi Yan at the other end had been almost mad, do not want to concede defeat, she always put the hearts of gas, bad luck, one up to meet such a master-class people, their first time playing this it can not upset you ? Now so fast that he only looked at him jump ... ...
Violet: Hello, why is your level and I almost, but so powerful it?
Magic: Haha, know what is good today, my trip to the New, old liberated areas are Fifty-eight of the previous level, and how, admit defeat it ... ...
Purple: ah? So high ah! Indeed it strong, it means I lose, it is not ashamed ah, what is your good pleasure of it? Instead, they screw a novice, your conscience too bad it? Not at all the style of a master! ! ! !
Magic: the amount of ... ... is ... ... but do not blame me, do not you dance with me not to line it? Who told you to hang on it?
Violet: Why do I go? You are so strong, not looking for experts to go, this is not obvious bully them ... ... So sacrifice themselves and let you bully Luo, who has made me less competent people?
Magic: sophistry, but the child I'd be real certain, ah, ha ha, good sense of accomplishment ah!
Purple; you try that again! ! ! !
Magic: I said, you can drop me gnaw that feeling was great ... ... ... ... ^ _ ^
Purple: good, really listen to, call my sister now, her sister have candy ... oh ...
Magic: the amount, been fooled, so resigned.
Violet: Oh, as you said, has become a reality, ah, oh yeah! I feel really special was great, good sense of accomplishment ah!
Magic: This is called a lie, you!
Purple: to lie, you can drop me gnaw ... ... ^ _ ^
Magic: I do not experience at home and the girl ... ... then I go ah, what are you a good play, and other people to abuse you ... ...
Violet: Wait ... ...
Magic: Wherein?
Violet: I play this the first time today, ah, with you jumping so fast, do not say can not keep up, now hands are sore. Hey, you are so strong, in a ... ...
Magic: straight talk, even told me roundabout ... ...
Violet: What I can say, after the game which I shall call you brother, ah, your so strong, you can do as I, and ah, my sister when I was bullied, you have to take revenge ... ah ...
Magic: The, ah, of course line, ah, I have not added any friends inside it, you're the first, the honor, right?
Violet: So you're a promise, but forgot to say that there is one condition: only allowed one of my sister, after she could not coupled with its people. Not allowed to go back ah, this is just additional conditions.
Magic: You said that before ... ...

My classmate

My classmate

In my school career, I left the most profound memories of my elementary school when the same table. Probably from the previous year, we sit together, until the fifth grade he transferred, and since then I have not seen him. Ten years later, I was often met with him in a dream. Or a dream return to childhood, or now we're grown up, met him again in a dream.
Now also remember his face, slender build, not tall, single eyelids, smile is the sun, walking is always skipped, and looked like a monkey. He was a year younger than me, but he is very smart young boy, his parents are teachers may have with one another. His academic performance from small to very good, but only to me. I remember that time we were always secretly competition, essay writing always better than anyone else, who is a higher test results ... ... so we are kind and like each other, but also against each other, do not want to lag behind the other relationship.
At that time we were very small, very simple, he is also frequently a freak, so I always laugh that he does not like a man. But he that cry, very moved me. That should be four or five year's time, with age, growing up, we are becoming more and more naughty and not, as a child so honest, when the class is always the whole point of his tricks out, so sometimes we were school teacher always scolded, and said we were whispering to each other, do not take lectures. So the teacher to adjust the seat, the two of us to tune away. After he cried, cried a lot and I like the edge of death to be like, huh, huh. But then, do not know how, they accidentally get transferred back to us happy bad.
Childhood we are all too young to know what Nannvzhiqing the like, only know us from small to very good impression, we like to sit with each other, learn together, play together. Love to watch him all day long in that instrument the number of car Yeah, what a small model. Listen to him and some boys talking about those arcade games where things are what personal skills. Although girls are not interested in those things, but because he was interested, so I also particularly curious. Childhood so in the past, he grew up with me. Unfortunately, even before graduation, his family gave him a transfer to the conditions and better schools, and then later his family have moved out, we'll never lose contact.
Now that I have been a big girl twenties, he must also have a big guy, do not know much longer he is also as little as delicate features, like a delicate scholar, did not know he still loves does not love a freak, do not know he is not married, where to work, everything is okay. All in all, I think I'm in a dream only to uncover a mystery.

Make a wish on a star

Make a wish on a star

I know High School Summer snow that year, the teacher rows of seats, we become at the same table. In fact, long have known that beautiful people and nice girls in grades, but I belong to the kind of achievement in general, although not committed any wrong is not really a bad student, but never is a good student in that column. Also good for students to learn that the exclusion of instinct, that they are arrogant. Therefore, when the summer to sit next to the snow, I still looked blankly out the window thinking mind, and even looked at it at her. Counter to the graceful and she greeted me, a good student is also not the kind of arrogance, this understanding of her, and a good first impression.
But we are not the same. Time, she lectures in earnest, and I think extra-curricular books, listening to music, she is still not showing any expression of disdain or boredom, and this brings me a good impression on her a bit. No class on Sunday afternoon, I turned to go out and listen to the music, "one out, OK?" She smiled and asked me, I looked at her, she very seriously at me, I nodded yes.
Out of school, she was out of the cage like a bird, very, very cheerful, which makes us much less between the arrest tight. I jokingly said to her: "Old classes allow you to do me the same table, is to make you bring me good, I confused you astray, and this class under the old cry, accompanied by his wife after bad ah! "She heard of a smile. "I'll show you a place, but I am the first to tell you people, to help me to secrecy!" I said to her, she was a killing the way I do not say, I do not get up straight smile. After the run-down that took her to the temple, very few people go, can not tell why you want to share this secret with her. I told her, his bad mood to sit here a lot, and this only four or five years from the school journey.
Play the afternoon, back to school even though the two of us one after the other into the classroom, no one would think the two of us together, after all, is simply two kinds of people. Sit at the same table for two weeks, has always been a good student, I suddenly poor edge up good karma, too many people chasing the snow in summer, and I am sad to be a messenger. Li Fei, especially the squad leader, usually too lazy to even look at me to see, when one has a brother, a buddy a call, his inexplicable boredom, but still bear down, to help him carry a message to the summer snow. Each time, after reading her mouth to sing always left to hand desk, let me know from the point on the contents of the letter, I just shook his head has not set, not to mention, and I do not have a lot to it!
In fact, most of the time I was silent, in her words: This sad man, you only appear in the novel that, in reality, already extinct, and you really do not understand how big now. After they laugh, she loved to laugh, as if never know what is sad, very popular, as you can bring happiness to each individual angel, people could not help but love.
Flat over time. But one day, she is still not coming to class. One afternoon I have not in the mood to do anything, but still comfort themselves, and perhaps what she is delayed, otherwise her character would not come to class. Afternoon, I spent restless again, and found that she actually occupies in my heart so important. Night classes, terribly upset, I skip class, and went to the place where I belong, the one that dilapidated temple, as if only in my heart that peace can be more. I saw a figure can be arrived, the snow actually came closer. She sat on the floor, head buried in his arms in the. I suddenly panic, quickly walked over: "snow, how can you in this? Do you one day ... ..." I did not finish, she looked up at me, slightly husky voice, said: "Ice, my parents They divorced, and they ... ... "speaks, choking back tears like they can not tell, looking at her crying swollen eyes, fighting back tears flow down not to look, sad could not breathe. And she could not restrain his tears like a broken string of beads slip off. Hand her into her arms, pressing force uncomfortable trembling voice said: "good, sad to cry! Cry will feel better." She like a child trained, trained, like a cry in my arms, I can do is hold her tight Some, it seems that the only way to give her some comfort. Until finally she stopped crying, softly calling her, but found she was too tired due to have been asleep in my arms. I suddenly found that miserable thing, how to go back? Wake-up she was too harsh, but I just can not hold her back to school now! Schools also closed the door of the bar this time! So really dead. Eventually take her home, although I Met Your Mother K may be dead, but can not spend the night in this bar! She tripped on her own walking home, the whole world seems to quiet down, leaving only the two of us, only footsteps in the night wind. The road ahead seems endless, extending extension. Suddenly, a thought: you want is to go all the way nice ah! Shuaishuaitou, get rid of this idea, we do not belong to the same class of people. Home, arrangements will be snow, he accepts I Met Your Mother 'trial training', better explain the last, most important is the mother's life experience is too sympathetic to the snow.