2010年12月30日星期四

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.

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