Pick up a pen not only happy

Accidentally saw this sentence: pick up a pen on the old!
Pick up a pen on the old!
See this sentence, what would you think? Smiled, and then not agree it?
I do not agree with this view, pick up a pen can make people think faster and mature more love more love life. Had not seen even more soft and well-being; even if we find the same full of sadness and helplessness; even if we leave again and again and again lost, not only time, but also belief.
Life is still beautiful, moving.
Date from between the fingers through the long period of neglect, took easily to you my strong, beautiful, and most of the green years, leaving only a trace of transparent prints.
Time goes by, are not allowed to say old.
I am still a loner who enjoy the simple life, always a smile on his face, do not feel warm, do not feel tired, but calm, as bystanders look like everything, in the corner singing to yourself, write for yourself.
Beginning to enjoy and keep a distance around, so as not to hurt, who will not break it to the others calm, because I love this simple, quiet life.
Start in life to play a silent role, in the quiet corner to listen to your voice and see Yunjuanyunshu.
I wrapped in the warmth of their own into the cold, I let my passion is more pure.
In fact, I just waiting, waiting quietly blooming miracle that warm.
Out the window, the sky gray, the sky is common in Chengdu. Along with several lingering rain, the heat had disappeared, the pace of the fall already approached, the wind accompanied, and even be comfortable. This time, there is no sound of the leaves rustle Gloomy anxiety and wandering, just calm water, short of ethereal. Occasionally there will be 12 birds flying leisurely, lonely waving wings, no way to identify with my flight, leaving behind traces of illusory.
Very empty, very light.
Sometimes a person look at the crystal old, memory as yellow film, fuzzy and clear.
Although most of the time to live in strong, it will inevitably at some point by some small things that involve vulnerable.
Past the old taste and those who are can not bear to touch the wound, stacked in a quiet corner of the wind out of date, we will send rustle.
In order to stay away from, in order to return to self, I learned to write at the computer, as written in the water, emerged a little bit, a little away, remaining only more dazed eyes.
I square, smelling like a rose light a tiger, with a total not catch it in the U.S., but deeply attracted by its aroma, and could not bear to leave.
Writing is a very private matter, such as travelers walk in the mountains, so palpable is not just flowers, grass and trees and fog, as well as shadowing of loneliness.
Thus, the more write more lonely, more isolated the more intoxicated the more writing, as if into a cycle of light and shadow disorder.
But I can not stop, otherwise they will be more confused and helpless, could not find a trace to go by, and comfort.
Text looked faded, I told myself that they never come back.
Lonely, really lonely, and even some pain.
Numb the pain better than sober.
After cooling the body, blood still flows through many years.
This is Gu Cheng said.
But he committed suicide.
Perhaps he is just a soul coming into this world too early, not clear his mission, had sad course back. This is very much a relief, but he has still not strong enough.
Gray sky outside the window suddenly reveal a light blue, on a small piece of it was kind of desperate gray around.
The aircraft's voice across the ears, it will not pass through the blue hole, I flew to another strange place far away?
This reminds me of San Mao, when she returned to East Berlin from West Berlin, deeply addicted to go on the deep blue lake, is always to stay in the bleak city, and that this is what a sad.
Quietly watching the patch of blue sky, I take it lightly smile, as when listening to Beethoven's Adagio look.
Heart, something in the struggle, but quietly.
Some people like the bird world as I rush from flying, not the end of the traces. I even kept the soul the dust, much of the injury, every day is still on the road, because the wind was still blowing, life continues.
Health is always people yearn for.
The existence and you have no doubt that the years I have restless but quiet, the most beautiful scenery.
Evening when a man walking in the street, many people, they are nothing but indifference.
Lights in the wind the light, faint shadow on such an elongated, distorted, like a strange bird.
Moments passing by, inadvertently released a glimpse of the shadow of the window glass _______ smiling woman that is very hard, the wind in a very fast pace, but a heavy rush.
Back home, sitting on desk, holding tea, the drink carefully those rich liquid, left is a touch of incense. This is your sent, though a simple thing, very ordinary, but always makes sweet mind.
Really, do not have to care about how long this extraordinary day, so long as more and more treasure taste is like.
I know, I always knew, smiling.
There is a happy simply belonging to a person.
Is a Ah, I should not demand too much, the fate of God I am very cruel and very generous, I would like to thank it.
Finally, I pick up a pen to write these words, think of that has been very distant from their own dream, a little tired, but still smiling.
Pick up a pen or blessing.
We are all waiting for those who want to _______ fantastic and the brutal reality of injuries.
Who is Who in the cocoon? Who is Who in the pupa?