Today to put aside memories of the past, do not know this life can also think of? - Introduction
No matter what my hands busy, mind emerges out of a trace of past memories, I will lose the hands of the family on a stride toward the desk, picked up the pen on the desk, can easily find a place to write down to remember. Did not become like that over the years, my desk, the desk next to the wall, full of teeny lower case, from afar, seems to be blackened with coal as. Sure enough memory is torture people, do not want to recall memories. Those memories will light if the catkins from time to time under the brush to the breeze. Although its weight is not very big, but enough to crush my heart, and sometimes I actually one day Chafanbusi.
Is a summer. This is the life of the second summer 10, in the ancient, two-year-old adult would hat a. Looking back, passing by the 20 Spring and Autumn, I can not help but sigh. Both hands on my desk, looked at the wall full of writing, in search of my summer memories.
Summer starts singing insects, and they dragged the tone much longer than this summer, seems like can not stand this hot. Open the window, flapping in the face of warm air an son, though it had been smoked, like, choke may not emerge. Finally found a line of summer memories - the night language. Oh, I remember. See the word, that the memory of black and white colorful immediately become a.
Grandparents still alive, when I was young. Childhood frail I can not stand the muggy summer heat, at night, my grandmother sat on a corner of the bed, holding Pushan, rocking back and forth, know that I fall asleep. I remember clearly, clear face, once, the night was deep, insect sound even more profound, and dim to see grandma have bowed his head, his mouth with saliva flow, but also continued shaking hands Pushan. I took Pushan, Grandma woke up, lay down again, then gave me a fan, until my eyes and dim, and not feel the breeze blowing.
This time sometimes wake up next to the grandfather, perhaps fewer people feel old, since I woke up my grandmother, also no longer sleep. This time you will hear my grandparents voices. I occasionally have a few sleep, and pretended to sleep with your eyes closed. Many grandparents can hear her mouth I do not know but want to know something crops. They also talk to my Diema, also the village people and things, I heard these actually point was wide awake. But dare not say anything, did not dare open his eyes, opened his eyes, then do not say grandma, and had to coax me to sleep. That is, two or three o'clock in the morning until 45 o'clock, awake listening to the words of Grandma Grandpa, motionless, out of a sweat, the body covered with prickly heat. Grandma will be back the next day I went to the village barefoot doctor. I can not put them paid no attention, just care about my grandparents mouth farmer who fascinated me something. Looking back now, or as odorous. But then, through cultivated the habit of not sleeping at night, bell will wake up, thus no longer sleep.
Until the grandmother dies first night and grandfather never spoke of. Grandma the complete funeral in the night, night, I woke up. Grandpa also awake, I'll tell the story above Grandpa, Grandpa feverish just like a child sobbing together. So calm down grandpa, I would learn the way grandma and grandpa began to talk, but I was a little boy, and where they know about. I only know later left the bed empty, the next night too quiet, and then heard the grandparents would not speak.
After two or three o'clock in the morning will still wake up, ears ringing for too long, only insects that sound more profound the night. Upside down in the sky through the window to see the curved moon, tears flowed down the narrow face, a pillow, do not know when, a withered hand has a ... ... for me
2010年7月24日星期六
Listen to the wind rain
This year a lot more rain than last year, but still normal. Themselves in the rain, but there still like it, how many feel that this is poetic, think oh, supporting an umbrella, an empty out into the world, listen to rushing rain, the trees, see the flowers, looking at the scenery, look at this the world total due to rain and added charm, the more happy? How many dreams can be induced. Age has long been a fantasy of the flower season, has been down to earth, no more wishful thinking. Well, as Zhi Tang said, tile roofs out the window, sip a cup of bitter tea, Susan invited a few people, Deserted Noe like chatting, but also do not care centers, what they actually talk Yousha relationship? Or the passage of time will soon be forgotten, but share of only learned the mood has been a long time to stay on, and after several days was still pondering. Because it is not the presence of the state, which it regarded as a memory. Read a Li Tuo, North Island series "70's" Big thick a child, is heavy with memories, of course not only learned the feelings Deserted Noe so it can be said is a kind of youthful memories, which Love how the beautiful, one of the ups and downs of it, all for the sake of the years show the beauty of so a kind of alienation.
Why must be recalled? Li Tuo said, well, people know how "living"? That is because he / she live in the memory - one of "the moment" after the memories of the past to understand and prove. In this sense, memory is a very simple thing, we can not but remember, every minute of every one of us can not leave or stop the memory, like a person every minute can not stop breathing. Perhaps this is life, we always cherish the life. Mi pharynx that eating vegetables, the poor worry down and Cao Xueqin, and apathy that we seem to have had, but he still supports the "living", then what? Nature is the memory of former Forest Green Red cuddle, caress of silk Yushi warmth, so he wrote the classic "Dream of Red Mansions" - thanks to have the memories oh. In fact, a memory literature, however, then pondering the same time, relish, and we do, we always Rao Shengxing interest. We laughed and we cried, speaking on behalf of the ancients, or virtual characters laughing and crying, it is more by pouring wine, others own base block, which is the power of reading. Recently, reading artist Li Shinan's "Poets as crying - remember Shi Lu," This is a painter, a master of the memories. We often can not hate their masters live in the same era, in fact, if we really live with the master, we can cherish it? Those masters, there are several live moisture, live Delightful? Shi Lu said it, today's "Chang'an School" in Portland, only in this world lived 60 years, but in this short life, he really is not easy to live, or even near escape, and disease, man-made, all sorts of disasters to have exhausted his energy. Mr. Chen Chuanxi so sorry that he was "not tried before the Loess Plateau", in which the number of bitter and full of untold and hardships. However, from Li Shinan description, we see that this is a hard bone of the figures. Unbearable pressure on ordinary people, he strongly alive and live out the dignity and personality; especially in the exploration of painting, he left many newcomers spiritual wealth. Of course, the best in our flash memories, not only his paintings, and his strength of character should be. Or not to avoid the way he has some shortcomings, but his magnanimous personality, and adhere to their own spiritual path, the so-called "people call me wild I wild, found to make ordinary miracles," the maverick, is How rare. If, as Kam immediate kitsch and ingratiate oneself, as well as excessive worships money and ideas, which undoubtedly is a mirror.
Now is the material alienation of the era, on the pursuit of rampant materialism, spiritual shower of snow is particularly important, but this useful years, this is how the spirit and so lack the power to persuade? People do not remember, fear memories, the way of dashing, eager to abandon the memory bit by bit; if any, memories, there are always happy to resolve the serious and frivolous, or heavy, this nonsensical style Joking about the equivalent of "the cruelty of a butcher to smile, "naturally enough for the training of. Is this memory actually available? Then, carrying memories of literature and history? On a moral spiritual writers, the word of piety in the decision we have to be very worthy of my own to write every word. Although, as the wind rain, noise disturbance outside the window, what sounds are, but the most important is our own control is maintained, defensible own soul pure land. In fact, in this age of deconstruction of the lofty, come talk about meaning and the like, or have seemed to be somewhat outdated. Now who do not speak "with the times" mean? Then, out of date is necessary, it is an undeniable fact, just to be able to doing justice to himself. Say writing, he himself being chosen, the sincere, must be doing a disservice to their own. Koki, not all fruitless, quietly, such as farming Zhi Tang, "Their Own Garden": "matter whether species of fruits and vegetables, herbs worth mentioning at all - kind of roses to the small worth mentioning, as long as the consciousness of his own, He identified both in the size of the ground, with the power to farming, it is his duty to the best. "Thus, there is this version of the traditional" Southern voice and facial expression, "which has been issued in the Taiwan Strait the. Or misunderstanding of history we may be isolated, but I believe that we Chinese people constantly blocking blood and cultural context. I very much want this narrow narrow the literal wisdom, to allow more people gain happiness.
Why must be recalled? Li Tuo said, well, people know how "living"? That is because he / she live in the memory - one of "the moment" after the memories of the past to understand and prove. In this sense, memory is a very simple thing, we can not but remember, every minute of every one of us can not leave or stop the memory, like a person every minute can not stop breathing. Perhaps this is life, we always cherish the life. Mi pharynx that eating vegetables, the poor worry down and Cao Xueqin, and apathy that we seem to have had, but he still supports the "living", then what? Nature is the memory of former Forest Green Red cuddle, caress of silk Yushi warmth, so he wrote the classic "Dream of Red Mansions" - thanks to have the memories oh. In fact, a memory literature, however, then pondering the same time, relish, and we do, we always Rao Shengxing interest. We laughed and we cried, speaking on behalf of the ancients, or virtual characters laughing and crying, it is more by pouring wine, others own base block, which is the power of reading. Recently, reading artist Li Shinan's "Poets as crying - remember Shi Lu," This is a painter, a master of the memories. We often can not hate their masters live in the same era, in fact, if we really live with the master, we can cherish it? Those masters, there are several live moisture, live Delightful? Shi Lu said it, today's "Chang'an School" in Portland, only in this world lived 60 years, but in this short life, he really is not easy to live, or even near escape, and disease, man-made, all sorts of disasters to have exhausted his energy. Mr. Chen Chuanxi so sorry that he was "not tried before the Loess Plateau", in which the number of bitter and full of untold and hardships. However, from Li Shinan description, we see that this is a hard bone of the figures. Unbearable pressure on ordinary people, he strongly alive and live out the dignity and personality; especially in the exploration of painting, he left many newcomers spiritual wealth. Of course, the best in our flash memories, not only his paintings, and his strength of character should be. Or not to avoid the way he has some shortcomings, but his magnanimous personality, and adhere to their own spiritual path, the so-called "people call me wild I wild, found to make ordinary miracles," the maverick, is How rare. If, as Kam immediate kitsch and ingratiate oneself, as well as excessive worships money and ideas, which undoubtedly is a mirror.
Now is the material alienation of the era, on the pursuit of rampant materialism, spiritual shower of snow is particularly important, but this useful years, this is how the spirit and so lack the power to persuade? People do not remember, fear memories, the way of dashing, eager to abandon the memory bit by bit; if any, memories, there are always happy to resolve the serious and frivolous, or heavy, this nonsensical style Joking about the equivalent of "the cruelty of a butcher to smile, "naturally enough for the training of. Is this memory actually available? Then, carrying memories of literature and history? On a moral spiritual writers, the word of piety in the decision we have to be very worthy of my own to write every word. Although, as the wind rain, noise disturbance outside the window, what sounds are, but the most important is our own control is maintained, defensible own soul pure land. In fact, in this age of deconstruction of the lofty, come talk about meaning and the like, or have seemed to be somewhat outdated. Now who do not speak "with the times" mean? Then, out of date is necessary, it is an undeniable fact, just to be able to doing justice to himself. Say writing, he himself being chosen, the sincere, must be doing a disservice to their own. Koki, not all fruitless, quietly, such as farming Zhi Tang, "Their Own Garden": "matter whether species of fruits and vegetables, herbs worth mentioning at all - kind of roses to the small worth mentioning, as long as the consciousness of his own, He identified both in the size of the ground, with the power to farming, it is his duty to the best. "Thus, there is this version of the traditional" Southern voice and facial expression, "which has been issued in the Taiwan Strait the. Or misunderstanding of history we may be isolated, but I believe that we Chinese people constantly blocking blood and cultural context. I very much want this narrow narrow the literal wisdom, to allow more people gain happiness.
Taking a trip
If possible, I like to use both feet measured at the foot of the road. .
Longhua Hospital, as today to pick up the hospital on behalf of the fry of Chinese medicine treatment of insomnia.
Nandan Road from section to go into this section of some blurred, hearts are also some strange joy. No one knew me, I do not know anyone, eyes and heart a bit undisciplined, arbitrary and presumptuous.
Told me an old Shanghai. At the time there are many fields Xujiahui, buses are very sparse. He lived in the old Yangpu. He said this feeling of his heart the meaning of a grievance. Because he lived in the old neighborhood in. Cramped and tense. He said his mother more than 80 years old, and often hidden the money, I end, pillow bottom drawer, food kitchen ... I heard the heart Oh, but no smile, I can imagine old child is so cute.
Xujiahui now has been far from the old Yangpu comparable, although there Fudan, Tongji, and also to create new Wujiaochang recent business district.
Along the road going into it, in a roadside restaurant, a half-white mustache of the foreigner will be watching in a girl, the girl looked young, and the mouth constantly.
In Tianyaoqiao mouth, so the traffic lights. A pair of fashionable men and women kissing, it is style, girls high heel. Reminds me of "Lust, Caution" in the Tony Leung and Tang Wei. Only, did not see the expression on their faces, because the green light.
This world, love is eternal, as we human life.
News said that today the plum, and the sun looming, but fortunately the wind, feeling be cool, looking upward to heaven, though not see blue, but Journey Into Amazing Caves.
At that moment, I realized, I was a traveler.
Do not even want into the familiar life, looked up and saw Conch House, its towering some unexpected, and its color reminds me of the experience of young wind and rain to see the old chimney.
This section, I actually go fast, but my heart is going very slow.
I carry a bag, the bag has a case and a booklet Jao "cultural journey."
Taking a trip, everyone. Yu Chunshun then resigned on the work of the Institute on foot in China, although he fell on the Lop Nor, can I have today verses and some kind of grand, vehement Yue Fei Azolla. At least in my mind, he improved the city's masculinity.
This walk, nice, and I, perhaps even better than walking in the Expo, Barbara live in this earth. Although still filled with Li Yu that sometimes "do not come to spring and a half, striking Rouchang off, build the whereabouts of plum snow chaos, whisk the one still full of" the wound.
Crocodile brand clothes shot out of the mainland market to price promotions advertising, honesty and if so, then to predict the World Cup octopus brother, please come. If anyone may sign up for a octopus brand clothing sold it more than the crocodile. The original forecast of Taiwan's octopus son of Taiwan Premier Hau Pei-tsun Taipei Mayor Hau Lung-bin win, Oh, wonderful octopus. Recently, Taipei, Hau Lung-bin in the Expo promotion, seems indeed a hero is the father child hero status.
Taking a trip, those political career, stardom and so on who might play a play Shi Yuzhu that the "journey" as well.
Longhua Hospital, as today to pick up the hospital on behalf of the fry of Chinese medicine treatment of insomnia.
Nandan Road from section to go into this section of some blurred, hearts are also some strange joy. No one knew me, I do not know anyone, eyes and heart a bit undisciplined, arbitrary and presumptuous.
Told me an old Shanghai. At the time there are many fields Xujiahui, buses are very sparse. He lived in the old Yangpu. He said this feeling of his heart the meaning of a grievance. Because he lived in the old neighborhood in. Cramped and tense. He said his mother more than 80 years old, and often hidden the money, I end, pillow bottom drawer, food kitchen ... I heard the heart Oh, but no smile, I can imagine old child is so cute.
Xujiahui now has been far from the old Yangpu comparable, although there Fudan, Tongji, and also to create new Wujiaochang recent business district.
Along the road going into it, in a roadside restaurant, a half-white mustache of the foreigner will be watching in a girl, the girl looked young, and the mouth constantly.
In Tianyaoqiao mouth, so the traffic lights. A pair of fashionable men and women kissing, it is style, girls high heel. Reminds me of "Lust, Caution" in the Tony Leung and Tang Wei. Only, did not see the expression on their faces, because the green light.
This world, love is eternal, as we human life.
News said that today the plum, and the sun looming, but fortunately the wind, feeling be cool, looking upward to heaven, though not see blue, but Journey Into Amazing Caves.
At that moment, I realized, I was a traveler.
Do not even want into the familiar life, looked up and saw Conch House, its towering some unexpected, and its color reminds me of the experience of young wind and rain to see the old chimney.
This section, I actually go fast, but my heart is going very slow.
I carry a bag, the bag has a case and a booklet Jao "cultural journey."
Taking a trip, everyone. Yu Chunshun then resigned on the work of the Institute on foot in China, although he fell on the Lop Nor, can I have today verses and some kind of grand, vehement Yue Fei Azolla. At least in my mind, he improved the city's masculinity.
This walk, nice, and I, perhaps even better than walking in the Expo, Barbara live in this earth. Although still filled with Li Yu that sometimes "do not come to spring and a half, striking Rouchang off, build the whereabouts of plum snow chaos, whisk the one still full of" the wound.
Crocodile brand clothes shot out of the mainland market to price promotions advertising, honesty and if so, then to predict the World Cup octopus brother, please come. If anyone may sign up for a octopus brand clothing sold it more than the crocodile. The original forecast of Taiwan's octopus son of Taiwan Premier Hau Pei-tsun Taipei Mayor Hau Lung-bin win, Oh, wonderful octopus. Recently, Taipei, Hau Lung-bin in the Expo promotion, seems indeed a hero is the father child hero status.
Taking a trip, those political career, stardom and so on who might play a play Shi Yuzhu that the "journey" as well.
Wake and Erosion
Childhood memories of the first film, is a Cantonese opera "Dream of Red Mansions", remember the details of the marriage in addition to gem and Po Chai is Daiyu. I cried tears, Chouchouyeye, difficult to control, so to make a movie with my little aunt ashamed and embarrassed. The way back, sister still lecture me, saying that it is not true, is false. I tore my aunt's hand, bumps to trotting to keep up with her. Dim moonlight shrouded in the quiet village, and sometimes there are home movies of people commenting on the, quarrel. I heard the Shaoxing opera tunes still resonate with, like a thin veil entangled with paths, trees and entire villages (grow up, I learned a phrase called linger on the 3rd), my heart was a kind of winding hints of blocking. Until now, at any time, any place, hear the melody of Shaoxing touching tactfully, that sadness, and untold, sad and insightful to live I would feel a sudden attack.
Evening out the window wind comes up, the rain through the screens, roll up curtains, wanton impinge upon. My computer is still playing flute song, "Burying the Flowers", standing on the balcony watching the rain listening to the rain to listen to flute. Front of the neighbor's yard planted trees at the jujube, chestnut-sized knot full of jujube, particularly green in the rain. A thick pomegranate tree, covered with bright red flowers. Wind in the shape very calm, wind-blown, simply shake the tree tops of the leaves, seems to not agree. May be blocked by tall buildings everywhere, the wind rushed to the small hospital a little exhausted. Delicate pomegranate end could not withstand, falling one after another. I looked at the process of rain falling in the flowers, are beautiful!
These days like to listen to flute - "Moonlit Night", "Excerpt from" I want to write prose, "Burying the Flowers", depicts the flowers in the wind take it lightly and long scenarios. I do not want to write Beibeiqieqie, in fact, to blossom is a very natural phenomenon, even a celebration. Seed germination grow up, need to look forward to after the number of how many storms the night can finally grow up flowering. Red, yellow, Zi Bai, sizes, regardless of "bright Xianyan to when" this life out of her own, has been rare, and not all seeds have the opportunity to bloom. Just greed, it will take flowers here, see the Flower and the lament years older and does not know if Xie spend, how can the results, no result, how can the resume from generation to generation.
The network has no intention to see the page on Chen Xiaoxu. See the familiar forest sister, sad eyes, tricky wizard-like, to understand their own people in the gem to him, and was inclusive care of and happy to be loved by the smile. Depend on others when the sad, sad eyes, the heart was softly slight pain. Conversion to Buddhism Chen Xiaoxu died to see the portrait, the face of old, frail look, smooth head, no longer could not help but cry. The rain falls the name of the window lattice, smell the study on three rotating, a description not, Road do not understand the feeling through my heart. Like the distant past, looking at the past of their own, as with the current interest rate has its own coherent outsiders, but close to fantasy, but reality seems to grip the concrete. Study on three in the room echoed the invisible impact of arrival of the hardness, the existence of the soul - all of life's love, on the fate of the weak, until the strong and obedience, confusion and sober.
At this point, it seems that only tears can express an emotion, over the years Lin has been a true sister to live in my heart. The love and affection for her characters from the imagination of the book, to play on screen in Chen Xiaoxu sister Lin recognition version of the Lin Chen Xiaoxu sister, had imperceptibly to the unforgettable. For the first time the tall bookcase in the students home to see three thick, "Dream of Red Mansions", the initial curiosity, confused, to enjoy life now, "Dream of Red Mansions" throughout my entire youth and young years. Do not know the impact of his sister by the forest, bright and free and easy for me, can not turn over even with the "sentimental" and bad habits. Word on the others a look, could not help but wonder, sadness, immersed in their own misconceptions in grievances, the explanation over and over again until the other side, only relieved in mind. For material wealth, but did not mind. I like Lin pure and noble of character, intelligence, good personality, but I especially hate her motionless on the sad, the tears, complaining that Lin Bao Chai as open-minded atmosphere, tolerance. I am very disgusted as he is very easy to suspicious character, like, knowing that bad, there is no way to correct.
So far, still clearly remember on who started secondary school in another commune, I, each return to the work of father and mother by commune home, timid, humble and not strange enough to eat. Father with a jeep to pick me from school, they rush out to the busy work. Too thin to be disease-ridden Niang, slow to clean up the home, busy, and sometimes smiled to me and asked me school. My hands cramped to cross, but also remember to take over your mother's broom (in the school I was the first group of outstanding members, sweeping, cleaning toilets, to actively express themselves. At that time, written in every section of the diary sentence - one can not scan, how can you sweep the world, the extreme arrogance). I watched on the short holding a basket of apples before cooking, so greedy that secretly Yankou Shui. Readily picked up my sister said to be passed the number of my colleagues, I look at the back of her good-looking, wearing a pink short-sleeved, swaying to disappear in full of red and white flowers of the hibiscus in a small way. I feel the Mother of the doubt, hesitation mother showed me a big red apple I eat, your mother seems to be very careful, as the polite tone of such relatives. I took the apple, bite, tears shabu to the flow out. Now look at the diary at that time, almost have tears lin record, do not know the age so small, how there are so many sad things. Small-school age home alone, or after another childhood disease, causing pain of the character of perverse? Although the age is still small, sensitive to depend on others yu can imagine.
One more thing, I still think of it guilt anxiety. Once your mother to county fairs and passing our school, bring me the radio, money and a "Dream" (I pray father who happens to come from the provincial capital, and father do not know who happens to come an abbreviation). Think of your mother's legs a bit lame, I suddenly felt ashamed. I Qiqiyiai approached Mother, Mother who happens to come take over the food, books and radio, fear turned to see the students want to go. Subconsciously, I feel out of your mother's not a natural smile, Niang Zhang mouth did not say anything, then sit Shenzi the bike away. So your mother gone, I suddenly felt shame, asshole. I took my Mother who happens to come in the eating, books and radio, for the first time felt a special heartless. Over the years, the only criticism I Lin, Lin was ridiculed Granny Liu is the mother of locusts that back. In fact, the body in the heart of Shen Yuan's wealthy a small house, where the farmer's hard to understand, and no cultural influence literacy, demonstrated the underlying nature of life. This is Cao Xueqin's great, no one is absolutely perfect. That summer, every afternoon after school, classroom before the tall plane trees in the open ground, squatting over a dinner of the students, kanbar of bread, dried black, turbid water, the food was silent. Radio is on time and play Liu Lanfang's "Legend." Back home, my sister also complained father and mother, as used on her, she wanted to buy a flute xiao, who also took the radio with her so blatantly heard in the school books? She also said that the book should be bought extracurricular extracurricular books, Dad, that is, "Dream of Red Mansions", a lot of parents not to look. "Read" Dream of Red Mansions ", got love-sick," the spread of the saying that time may also recall that the young heart books on the detention center instinctive curiosity and settle down to read the touch after the invasion of bone marrow, immature intermittent The idea - contradictions, hesitation, confusion, understanding, envy, exclusion, ignorant of the heart in the process of growth is to be awakened by the erosion or indeed ideas to solve.
Teenager, I read very few books, few come only Ba Jin's "Family", "Spring", "Autumn", Qiong Yao, Jin Yong, also liang should also be accepted during that period. Junior Shihai dream dreamed Qiong Yao and Ba Jin Ba Jin eager to ask excitedly writing method. Remember the campus of a novel circulating Li Guoping, "Tears Dream Dream", written by a young woman's love and obsession in literature, so that has been left out of the concern and love for her boyfriend. Finally, she published a book, excited to tell her boyfriend, her boyfriend told her he was married. Students talking about this, crying in tears. Now that fiction is very general, when a higher level than my classmates read it and finished in one breath for me. Finish the story, my heart the promise of a secret wish. In addition to these novels, is "Journey to the West", "Dream of Red Mansions", "Dream of Red Mansions" has become part of my life. Dim longing for love, and steadfast worship of money and wealth of the conflict, the pessimistic understanding of the impermanence of life, more or less from the "Dream" began. For some time, the "Dream of Red Mansions" in the mundane affairs of life and figures and detailed description of the language is too confusing, with age, experience a deeper comprehension of Cao Xueqin's great to understand, "Dreams of all knowledge, human sophistication that the article "means. People in various relationships in life, who left the complex social relations, the embodiment of human nature is one-sided and flawed. Is precisely these trivial, vulgar, and little else of the details, vividly written to humans or the world state, which makes the characters vivid, close to the heart.
Endure 88 years before watching TV "Dream of Red Mansions", repeated intermittently over the years read many times, the actors on the psychological changes in people, look and demeanor, temperament, the soul master, really shocked, captures hearts of the audience. Looked at them as if they themselves become a member, cry with them, laughing, sad, Huan. Three years ago, I heard that the new film, "Dream of Red Mansions", the day I am happy to sleep, almost to tears of joy, even fear that they will have accidents and can not wait for that day. Until the honor to see the new version of "Dream of Red Mansions", thinking both venues, clothing, headgear and story, what kind of refreshing, or ingenuity, are undisputed. However, given Cao, "Dream of Red Mansions," the human soul, deep down, revealed a temperament, can not be falsified. The new version of Bao Dai, who has not the true meaning of the "Dream of Red Mansions" in Bao Dai and others, they only reflects the shape of Bao Dai Bao Dai lost soul.
"Excerpt from" continuous still playing. I know that life is full of hardship, suffering, world states Yan Liang, human well-being, diseases, wound, status of the lowly, changeable emotions, people will be a kind of helplessness, a kind of destiny is beyond grasp the tragedy. However, walking in the solid earth, to see the birds flying in the sky, hear the cicadas lively crowd of laughter, feel the life that the perception of the existence, in fact, very lucky. And Fall of bright, short and lingering, instant and eternity, by and lost, in fact, are the same, no one is superior than anyone else. The flowers, feel bad is a natural; people to despair is also a natural. From nature to nature, to go, it is important that we passed one by. In the process of walking, we cherish, pay, tears, laughter too, and had enough. The number of the seed of life, there is no chance to grow it.
Famous Indian philosopher Osho said: "When you look at a rose when you're happy, your happiness is created by Erica Rose flower. And when you are happy, roses are also happy. It dependent on you, it is waiting for you to. If you do not come, it was like a lover-like feel sorry ... ... "Even if I come and spend time in the fall, will litter the. I know I will not be too sad, flower, will not be too sad, because there was new life in the birth of new dreams and life will be awakened, to repeat, feel the experience of all.
Evening out the window wind comes up, the rain through the screens, roll up curtains, wanton impinge upon. My computer is still playing flute song, "Burying the Flowers", standing on the balcony watching the rain listening to the rain to listen to flute. Front of the neighbor's yard planted trees at the jujube, chestnut-sized knot full of jujube, particularly green in the rain. A thick pomegranate tree, covered with bright red flowers. Wind in the shape very calm, wind-blown, simply shake the tree tops of the leaves, seems to not agree. May be blocked by tall buildings everywhere, the wind rushed to the small hospital a little exhausted. Delicate pomegranate end could not withstand, falling one after another. I looked at the process of rain falling in the flowers, are beautiful!
These days like to listen to flute - "Moonlit Night", "Excerpt from" I want to write prose, "Burying the Flowers", depicts the flowers in the wind take it lightly and long scenarios. I do not want to write Beibeiqieqie, in fact, to blossom is a very natural phenomenon, even a celebration. Seed germination grow up, need to look forward to after the number of how many storms the night can finally grow up flowering. Red, yellow, Zi Bai, sizes, regardless of "bright Xianyan to when" this life out of her own, has been rare, and not all seeds have the opportunity to bloom. Just greed, it will take flowers here, see the Flower and the lament years older and does not know if Xie spend, how can the results, no result, how can the resume from generation to generation.
The network has no intention to see the page on Chen Xiaoxu. See the familiar forest sister, sad eyes, tricky wizard-like, to understand their own people in the gem to him, and was inclusive care of and happy to be loved by the smile. Depend on others when the sad, sad eyes, the heart was softly slight pain. Conversion to Buddhism Chen Xiaoxu died to see the portrait, the face of old, frail look, smooth head, no longer could not help but cry. The rain falls the name of the window lattice, smell the study on three rotating, a description not, Road do not understand the feeling through my heart. Like the distant past, looking at the past of their own, as with the current interest rate has its own coherent outsiders, but close to fantasy, but reality seems to grip the concrete. Study on three in the room echoed the invisible impact of arrival of the hardness, the existence of the soul - all of life's love, on the fate of the weak, until the strong and obedience, confusion and sober.
At this point, it seems that only tears can express an emotion, over the years Lin has been a true sister to live in my heart. The love and affection for her characters from the imagination of the book, to play on screen in Chen Xiaoxu sister Lin recognition version of the Lin Chen Xiaoxu sister, had imperceptibly to the unforgettable. For the first time the tall bookcase in the students home to see three thick, "Dream of Red Mansions", the initial curiosity, confused, to enjoy life now, "Dream of Red Mansions" throughout my entire youth and young years. Do not know the impact of his sister by the forest, bright and free and easy for me, can not turn over even with the "sentimental" and bad habits. Word on the others a look, could not help but wonder, sadness, immersed in their own misconceptions in grievances, the explanation over and over again until the other side, only relieved in mind. For material wealth, but did not mind. I like Lin pure and noble of character, intelligence, good personality, but I especially hate her motionless on the sad, the tears, complaining that Lin Bao Chai as open-minded atmosphere, tolerance. I am very disgusted as he is very easy to suspicious character, like, knowing that bad, there is no way to correct.
So far, still clearly remember on who started secondary school in another commune, I, each return to the work of father and mother by commune home, timid, humble and not strange enough to eat. Father with a jeep to pick me from school, they rush out to the busy work. Too thin to be disease-ridden Niang, slow to clean up the home, busy, and sometimes smiled to me and asked me school. My hands cramped to cross, but also remember to take over your mother's broom (in the school I was the first group of outstanding members, sweeping, cleaning toilets, to actively express themselves. At that time, written in every section of the diary sentence - one can not scan, how can you sweep the world, the extreme arrogance). I watched on the short holding a basket of apples before cooking, so greedy that secretly Yankou Shui. Readily picked up my sister said to be passed the number of my colleagues, I look at the back of her good-looking, wearing a pink short-sleeved, swaying to disappear in full of red and white flowers of the hibiscus in a small way. I feel the Mother of the doubt, hesitation mother showed me a big red apple I eat, your mother seems to be very careful, as the polite tone of such relatives. I took the apple, bite, tears shabu to the flow out. Now look at the diary at that time, almost have tears lin record, do not know the age so small, how there are so many sad things. Small-school age home alone, or after another childhood disease, causing pain of the character of perverse? Although the age is still small, sensitive to depend on others yu can imagine.
One more thing, I still think of it guilt anxiety. Once your mother to county fairs and passing our school, bring me the radio, money and a "Dream" (I pray father who happens to come from the provincial capital, and father do not know who happens to come an abbreviation). Think of your mother's legs a bit lame, I suddenly felt ashamed. I Qiqiyiai approached Mother, Mother who happens to come take over the food, books and radio, fear turned to see the students want to go. Subconsciously, I feel out of your mother's not a natural smile, Niang Zhang mouth did not say anything, then sit Shenzi the bike away. So your mother gone, I suddenly felt shame, asshole. I took my Mother who happens to come in the eating, books and radio, for the first time felt a special heartless. Over the years, the only criticism I Lin, Lin was ridiculed Granny Liu is the mother of locusts that back. In fact, the body in the heart of Shen Yuan's wealthy a small house, where the farmer's hard to understand, and no cultural influence literacy, demonstrated the underlying nature of life. This is Cao Xueqin's great, no one is absolutely perfect. That summer, every afternoon after school, classroom before the tall plane trees in the open ground, squatting over a dinner of the students, kanbar of bread, dried black, turbid water, the food was silent. Radio is on time and play Liu Lanfang's "Legend." Back home, my sister also complained father and mother, as used on her, she wanted to buy a flute xiao, who also took the radio with her so blatantly heard in the school books? She also said that the book should be bought extracurricular extracurricular books, Dad, that is, "Dream of Red Mansions", a lot of parents not to look. "Read" Dream of Red Mansions ", got love-sick," the spread of the saying that time may also recall that the young heart books on the detention center instinctive curiosity and settle down to read the touch after the invasion of bone marrow, immature intermittent The idea - contradictions, hesitation, confusion, understanding, envy, exclusion, ignorant of the heart in the process of growth is to be awakened by the erosion or indeed ideas to solve.
Teenager, I read very few books, few come only Ba Jin's "Family", "Spring", "Autumn", Qiong Yao, Jin Yong, also liang should also be accepted during that period. Junior Shihai dream dreamed Qiong Yao and Ba Jin Ba Jin eager to ask excitedly writing method. Remember the campus of a novel circulating Li Guoping, "Tears Dream Dream", written by a young woman's love and obsession in literature, so that has been left out of the concern and love for her boyfriend. Finally, she published a book, excited to tell her boyfriend, her boyfriend told her he was married. Students talking about this, crying in tears. Now that fiction is very general, when a higher level than my classmates read it and finished in one breath for me. Finish the story, my heart the promise of a secret wish. In addition to these novels, is "Journey to the West", "Dream of Red Mansions", "Dream of Red Mansions" has become part of my life. Dim longing for love, and steadfast worship of money and wealth of the conflict, the pessimistic understanding of the impermanence of life, more or less from the "Dream" began. For some time, the "Dream of Red Mansions" in the mundane affairs of life and figures and detailed description of the language is too confusing, with age, experience a deeper comprehension of Cao Xueqin's great to understand, "Dreams of all knowledge, human sophistication that the article "means. People in various relationships in life, who left the complex social relations, the embodiment of human nature is one-sided and flawed. Is precisely these trivial, vulgar, and little else of the details, vividly written to humans or the world state, which makes the characters vivid, close to the heart.
Endure 88 years before watching TV "Dream of Red Mansions", repeated intermittently over the years read many times, the actors on the psychological changes in people, look and demeanor, temperament, the soul master, really shocked, captures hearts of the audience. Looked at them as if they themselves become a member, cry with them, laughing, sad, Huan. Three years ago, I heard that the new film, "Dream of Red Mansions", the day I am happy to sleep, almost to tears of joy, even fear that they will have accidents and can not wait for that day. Until the honor to see the new version of "Dream of Red Mansions", thinking both venues, clothing, headgear and story, what kind of refreshing, or ingenuity, are undisputed. However, given Cao, "Dream of Red Mansions," the human soul, deep down, revealed a temperament, can not be falsified. The new version of Bao Dai, who has not the true meaning of the "Dream of Red Mansions" in Bao Dai and others, they only reflects the shape of Bao Dai Bao Dai lost soul.
"Excerpt from" continuous still playing. I know that life is full of hardship, suffering, world states Yan Liang, human well-being, diseases, wound, status of the lowly, changeable emotions, people will be a kind of helplessness, a kind of destiny is beyond grasp the tragedy. However, walking in the solid earth, to see the birds flying in the sky, hear the cicadas lively crowd of laughter, feel the life that the perception of the existence, in fact, very lucky. And Fall of bright, short and lingering, instant and eternity, by and lost, in fact, are the same, no one is superior than anyone else. The flowers, feel bad is a natural; people to despair is also a natural. From nature to nature, to go, it is important that we passed one by. In the process of walking, we cherish, pay, tears, laughter too, and had enough. The number of the seed of life, there is no chance to grow it.
Famous Indian philosopher Osho said: "When you look at a rose when you're happy, your happiness is created by Erica Rose flower. And when you are happy, roses are also happy. It dependent on you, it is waiting for you to. If you do not come, it was like a lover-like feel sorry ... ... "Even if I come and spend time in the fall, will litter the. I know I will not be too sad, flower, will not be too sad, because there was new life in the birth of new dreams and life will be awakened, to repeat, feel the experience of all.
Yesterday the wind (2)
We go to school a child has been on the Cultural Revolution began, to not be the last. The Hui people's children are unable to attend school. Young age, they begin to do business. With us the same age, almost too tall, Kua small baskets traveling salesman hawking: "pimple stack, a divided one, eat the top bun, the day hungry."
"Stacks" is a big meaning, "knots Stacks" is actually made of lump sugar and noodles. Or they sell "stir sugar", a toothpick with two more taffy-like bamboo stir the play, had enough to eat up. Years in private business that is being looked down on, and Han's children also learn to look down on Muslim children. Look down look down upon return, bullying is not acceptable. Muslim children are severe, the heart of Qi, a hands-on is a bunch together. And the guy dared to touch a tender age, wild! Once we catch crickets in the vegetable plots outside the city, he just was that they "rob" the Road, to the few of us grabbed all the spoils go, harm the children cry Titi even alerted the parents.
Speaking of catch crickets, but the little boy who was the favorite thing. Cutting torch banner night in the yard hole in the wall, digging irrigation wild during the day. Best to catch the broken piece or stone seats, the most difficult to catch the rubble: the more cricket dig faster drilling. Catch came on the struggle, who formidable as the "King" went to "fish the old man." "Fish the old man" is our neighbor Lane Yu grandfather, Remarkable! Do not know how old, bearded white eyebrows are all, naturally white hair, the most te-colored hair was Grandpa was a big queue! Great people say, it was left to the Qing, is "Long Live Ye," a relic of the idea want. Grandpa support of cricket in the most powerful, those who can fight him, he must leave other people's cricket! Of course not white to be, he will send you a beautiful cricket can be exchanged. There is now sold, they were extremely rare in the crock pot. That crock pot can help people get lost a few days can not sleep! ,
Always fond of children and more time at Grandpa will be proud of a victory moved the beard to laugh, or patting the children's head, said: "go catch, Secretary of the cask waiting for you." Lose more the children there is some smell also wondering: So every time with our grandfather fought in the wheels of war are, in turn from weak to strong, until victory. The cunning old man!
We all control "fish the old man" is "in the God of" our fathers can also call him "the Secretary"! Very laissez-faire. Great people say: What about chaos, then you have to ask someone to Ye, "the Secretary"!
Ye house next to the stone tablet on the back door, is the single detached homes. He not only support good cricket, but also goldfish. Large yard at home, in the yard with 45 large fish tank display, tile, and there is half the height. Spring, summer and autumn the elderly carrying a fish and insects common network, led a grandson or great-grandsons do not know the little boy to the moat fleas are caught, of course, feeding goldfish. The Secretary of the goldfish Daoshi very generous, annual production of fish fry of the season as long as kids go, he sent a small goldfish to them. Wanted to come to this at the Qing Ye that was a venerable old, Kozo rooms are some banner's charm.
When the Cultural Revolution, I have ten years younger, was "revolutionary", Beilin has been smashed, the door no one asked us to become a good place downtown mix. Although I always feel there is very dark, his mind there must expel the legend about the ghost fox, however together a bunch of mixed kid is afraid of, they have to shore up.
One day in the forest of steles backyard, in a Red Guards push rickety stone saw him before the old heap,
- God of eyes closed in, his hand across Beishang words in reading, in Yaotouhuangnao to read, read with great interest. Very hard, face the vicissitudes of life, there is a complex untold Qiyun! Elderly long braids already Xi Luo, became Xiao Bian. Looking to eyelids relaxation, probably opened too laborious; but the reading was clear, reading was self-assured, read with old gas.
......
Memories of a few years I always unconsciously paved the background of the touch of the day, such as blood, setting sun, so it must seem worthy of the elderly share of the tragic.
- In fact, it was a cloudy day. A few days after the Secretary of "walking", said the "die a natural death," so a Lao Shenxian
"Stacks" is a big meaning, "knots Stacks" is actually made of lump sugar and noodles. Or they sell "stir sugar", a toothpick with two more taffy-like bamboo stir the play, had enough to eat up. Years in private business that is being looked down on, and Han's children also learn to look down on Muslim children. Look down look down upon return, bullying is not acceptable. Muslim children are severe, the heart of Qi, a hands-on is a bunch together. And the guy dared to touch a tender age, wild! Once we catch crickets in the vegetable plots outside the city, he just was that they "rob" the Road, to the few of us grabbed all the spoils go, harm the children cry Titi even alerted the parents.
Speaking of catch crickets, but the little boy who was the favorite thing. Cutting torch banner night in the yard hole in the wall, digging irrigation wild during the day. Best to catch the broken piece or stone seats, the most difficult to catch the rubble: the more cricket dig faster drilling. Catch came on the struggle, who formidable as the "King" went to "fish the old man." "Fish the old man" is our neighbor Lane Yu grandfather, Remarkable! Do not know how old, bearded white eyebrows are all, naturally white hair, the most te-colored hair was Grandpa was a big queue! Great people say, it was left to the Qing, is "Long Live Ye," a relic of the idea want. Grandpa support of cricket in the most powerful, those who can fight him, he must leave other people's cricket! Of course not white to be, he will send you a beautiful cricket can be exchanged. There is now sold, they were extremely rare in the crock pot. That crock pot can help people get lost a few days can not sleep! ,
Always fond of children and more time at Grandpa will be proud of a victory moved the beard to laugh, or patting the children's head, said: "go catch, Secretary of the cask waiting for you." Lose more the children there is some smell also wondering: So every time with our grandfather fought in the wheels of war are, in turn from weak to strong, until victory. The cunning old man!
We all control "fish the old man" is "in the God of" our fathers can also call him "the Secretary"! Very laissez-faire. Great people say: What about chaos, then you have to ask someone to Ye, "the Secretary"!
Ye house next to the stone tablet on the back door, is the single detached homes. He not only support good cricket, but also goldfish. Large yard at home, in the yard with 45 large fish tank display, tile, and there is half the height. Spring, summer and autumn the elderly carrying a fish and insects common network, led a grandson or great-grandsons do not know the little boy to the moat fleas are caught, of course, feeding goldfish. The Secretary of the goldfish Daoshi very generous, annual production of fish fry of the season as long as kids go, he sent a small goldfish to them. Wanted to come to this at the Qing Ye that was a venerable old, Kozo rooms are some banner's charm.
When the Cultural Revolution, I have ten years younger, was "revolutionary", Beilin has been smashed, the door no one asked us to become a good place downtown mix. Although I always feel there is very dark, his mind there must expel the legend about the ghost fox, however together a bunch of mixed kid is afraid of, they have to shore up.
One day in the forest of steles backyard, in a Red Guards push rickety stone saw him before the old heap,
- God of eyes closed in, his hand across Beishang words in reading, in Yaotouhuangnao to read, read with great interest. Very hard, face the vicissitudes of life, there is a complex untold Qiyun! Elderly long braids already Xi Luo, became Xiao Bian. Looking to eyelids relaxation, probably opened too laborious; but the reading was clear, reading was self-assured, read with old gas.
......
Memories of a few years I always unconsciously paved the background of the touch of the day, such as blood, setting sun, so it must seem worthy of the elderly share of the tragic.
- In fact, it was a cloudy day. A few days after the Secretary of "walking", said the "die a natural death," so a Lao Shenxian
Lonely afternoon as the sea
July 24 afternoon, pelting rain burst Guiyang transit, the rhythm of the windows of the Neem tree wet.
Many people always thought Huangguoshu in Guiyang, Guiyang, many to people who are also away toward the direction where the waterfall, and Guiyang, the local people do not want to go where few people run.
Early in the morning, her daughter called her grandfather, grandfather to go to Paradise tells the peaches. Daughter does not like to eat peaches, but like to play. My wife asked me to go, I said do not go, because I think his father is unknown. Mother called, when they heard I had said my father to take her to Paradise, she said, then you go have fun. I told my mother I am not with them, invited to dinner with his mother, but my mother told me politely refused.
Afternoon, after a while pelting rain, the huge family who left the balcony drinking tea. Neem tree outside the window of time in the rain, the wind blasted it leaves the roll, and its trunk was motionless firmly hold up those leaves and branches sway. Chinaberry tree in the shade, a cluster of slender bamboo is because very severe rain wind swing, reminding us of scenes ballroom dancing and indulgence hysterical people. His wife called at this time, asked if dinner, I refused his wife refused his father. I clearly remember my father had been the backbone of the family, he supported the growth from my sister, but could not escape the earth's fate, together with the earthly with the empathy out of his age. Now, that only the mother of a family to stay at home alone, my father used to enjoy a day continued to do, to the roof water and care of flowers and trees are great vitality. Now, those who have the wind swinging to earthly branches also have their own home, as was cutting trees growing in the earth, and they need to support their own branches and leaves, let down in a gust of wind in the tree.
Between father and I was cold, not too much to meet the language. As for the father out of many things, I just look cold. Although I do not want to leave his father had supported the family, but I was not very clear there are things I can intervene, charged with this matter right.
The pelting rain outside the window boundary, the afternoon sun to the earth's rain falls on transpiration in the earth. I looked out the window silently swaying bamboo, watching the tall tree Chinaberry tree, raised his own immersion in it for their own cup of tea, tea though refreshing, but not exclusive form of bore water transpiration. I am cold in the earth and the earthly human father, but his daughter is his father passed down flow of blood. Daughter, father, grandfather examinations are not why I called to ask my results? I do not know how to answer her. While his wife smiled and said to her daughter, or you call to ask you why the grandfather. Pick up my daughter from the table the phone and dialed. She asked, Grandpa, why do not you ask me to take the number? Her grandfather asked how much the test? Daughter of a Section 100, an eighth of Section 90. Female command with him, I managed to get so good, you have to take me out to play, and I want to go to Paradise peaches. Discuss with her grandfather asked me something today, another day right? Daughter answered firmly said no. Sure enough, her grandfather is really in the early morning phone call in the district, waiting for his daughter and he went to Paradise. I think the thin earth frustrated, they found that inter-generational affection thicker. I was able to propose a common cold, the wife refused to Paradise, but does not prevent her daughter and her grandfather with happiness. I am wondering if I use the tone of her father and dialogue so that when should the how?
Earth wind and rain come and go, especially in July to come and go faster.
I put down my cup and felt that the tea inside the stomach to digest the many foods, people began to hunger. I find everything edible in the refrigerator, they found the refrigerator gives off cold air, which is nothing. I think dissatisfaction with his wife before leaving told, told me that if not, then there is no other home to eat. Close the refrigerator door, I can only helpless smile, wear shoe next to sandals, Tititata for his belly to buy the evening meals. In the cell next to a complex food bought rum and Xingyi of Erkuai cake, I have long wanted to eat this cake with a sweet cook the Erkuai, although the prime, and they can eat calm and take it lightly.
Neem tree leaves outside the window again shaking, which bundles of bamboo crazy again, maybe rain will come this afternoon.
I see the sky the clouds, look out the window of the tree, turn the TV on that coastal storm. I would like to pick up the conch beach, close to his ear conch, I heard the desolate vastness of the sea. I quietly returned to the Jian tea, I would like to sea if it can hold, or I would rather own soul submerged in the sea. I think in that there is one next to the sea Dasan, and I drink the tea he came from. I think do not know who said that the ritual tea ceremony is to thank the tea farmers and tea is only appropriate for people who Jian Qing character. I am not the character or the clearly thrifty person, but I just want to indulge in that world of curl tea, listening to conch in the sea's Roaring silence.
Tea, it is a weekend afternoon is a, lonely as the sea.
Many people always thought Huangguoshu in Guiyang, Guiyang, many to people who are also away toward the direction where the waterfall, and Guiyang, the local people do not want to go where few people run.
Early in the morning, her daughter called her grandfather, grandfather to go to Paradise tells the peaches. Daughter does not like to eat peaches, but like to play. My wife asked me to go, I said do not go, because I think his father is unknown. Mother called, when they heard I had said my father to take her to Paradise, she said, then you go have fun. I told my mother I am not with them, invited to dinner with his mother, but my mother told me politely refused.
Afternoon, after a while pelting rain, the huge family who left the balcony drinking tea. Neem tree outside the window of time in the rain, the wind blasted it leaves the roll, and its trunk was motionless firmly hold up those leaves and branches sway. Chinaberry tree in the shade, a cluster of slender bamboo is because very severe rain wind swing, reminding us of scenes ballroom dancing and indulgence hysterical people. His wife called at this time, asked if dinner, I refused his wife refused his father. I clearly remember my father had been the backbone of the family, he supported the growth from my sister, but could not escape the earth's fate, together with the earthly with the empathy out of his age. Now, that only the mother of a family to stay at home alone, my father used to enjoy a day continued to do, to the roof water and care of flowers and trees are great vitality. Now, those who have the wind swinging to earthly branches also have their own home, as was cutting trees growing in the earth, and they need to support their own branches and leaves, let down in a gust of wind in the tree.
Between father and I was cold, not too much to meet the language. As for the father out of many things, I just look cold. Although I do not want to leave his father had supported the family, but I was not very clear there are things I can intervene, charged with this matter right.
The pelting rain outside the window boundary, the afternoon sun to the earth's rain falls on transpiration in the earth. I looked out the window silently swaying bamboo, watching the tall tree Chinaberry tree, raised his own immersion in it for their own cup of tea, tea though refreshing, but not exclusive form of bore water transpiration. I am cold in the earth and the earthly human father, but his daughter is his father passed down flow of blood. Daughter, father, grandfather examinations are not why I called to ask my results? I do not know how to answer her. While his wife smiled and said to her daughter, or you call to ask you why the grandfather. Pick up my daughter from the table the phone and dialed. She asked, Grandpa, why do not you ask me to take the number? Her grandfather asked how much the test? Daughter of a Section 100, an eighth of Section 90. Female command with him, I managed to get so good, you have to take me out to play, and I want to go to Paradise peaches. Discuss with her grandfather asked me something today, another day right? Daughter answered firmly said no. Sure enough, her grandfather is really in the early morning phone call in the district, waiting for his daughter and he went to Paradise. I think the thin earth frustrated, they found that inter-generational affection thicker. I was able to propose a common cold, the wife refused to Paradise, but does not prevent her daughter and her grandfather with happiness. I am wondering if I use the tone of her father and dialogue so that when should the how?
Earth wind and rain come and go, especially in July to come and go faster.
I put down my cup and felt that the tea inside the stomach to digest the many foods, people began to hunger. I find everything edible in the refrigerator, they found the refrigerator gives off cold air, which is nothing. I think dissatisfaction with his wife before leaving told, told me that if not, then there is no other home to eat. Close the refrigerator door, I can only helpless smile, wear shoe next to sandals, Tititata for his belly to buy the evening meals. In the cell next to a complex food bought rum and Xingyi of Erkuai cake, I have long wanted to eat this cake with a sweet cook the Erkuai, although the prime, and they can eat calm and take it lightly.
Neem tree leaves outside the window again shaking, which bundles of bamboo crazy again, maybe rain will come this afternoon.
I see the sky the clouds, look out the window of the tree, turn the TV on that coastal storm. I would like to pick up the conch beach, close to his ear conch, I heard the desolate vastness of the sea. I quietly returned to the Jian tea, I would like to sea if it can hold, or I would rather own soul submerged in the sea. I think in that there is one next to the sea Dasan, and I drink the tea he came from. I think do not know who said that the ritual tea ceremony is to thank the tea farmers and tea is only appropriate for people who Jian Qing character. I am not the character or the clearly thrifty person, but I just want to indulge in that world of curl tea, listening to conch in the sea's Roaring silence.
Tea, it is a weekend afternoon is a, lonely as the sea.
Love, formerly the End of the World, and now also in the End of the World
Life is a dream, a dream, such as time. I look back, always high in the sky, never thought of a happy end, it is still a paradise? I do not know the melancholy parting. This life you I have rubbed shoulders the rim of the intersection in a life wrongly inn. Wandering mind to rest a moment in your harbor, it belongs to you in my life journey.
You meet a person that you love him more, then you will always lose. Then you meet another, he loves you more, then you will sooner or later leave him. One day you meet someone, you love each other. Finally you understand that all of the search, but also a process. Before the End of the World, and now within your grasp.
Fingertips on the keyboard alone to draw the curve, the text on the LCD screen on the flower bloom, but I do not know who can really read my heart sad? Is there someone by your side you on the roof, to enjoy the city of moonlight?
Or the vast sea of people there seemed always more you love someone, or someone else love you more, love to be able to have two people with each other almost certainly is hard to find, so people have so many satisfied restless, in pursuit of self-seeking life without regret.
It gives a strange silence and trust depend on the strength of feeling of being misunderstood by others do not like defense, a look of a word can take the hint to each other, feel each other how much sense without regrets. We are just ordinary people, as long as two people with diligent hard work, concerted efforts, and life will sweeter than honey.
Life in the necessary perseverance is necessary, such as the cause of upholding the ideal of love. Every moment of every individual's decision with the ideal and the reality of trade-off persistent and volatile up and down, every decision affecting their lives and the future. Some people say that since the chosen, no regrets on Ann Heart, but many people choose are based on the then future confusion and uncertainty and pick the best at the time that the most appropriate, not necessarily the ideal of.
Flutters about in a few years vast, flowers open over the hills to do. Transitory man on earth, I repeated the conclusion of an affair; vast East River, passing me the number of Things Past; breeze moon, pierced me how many hearts; discouraged lights, shine me a few screens fantasy. Who the moon pool, the willow on midnight. Where Are You? Knowledge fragrance dreams several times. Sail past the banks of thousands of East River Bridge, except not see your Seduction, you dressed in white in the fly, bright eyes little bit of fluorescent, my heart will always be the most beautiful appearance.
Dream lover had a dream, the dream seems to also get out of a dream lover, ask how many people on earth to find their dream is to have been expected, will be able to explain the vast solitude of the Red earthly, to adhere to and achieve their desired dreams until the person is still small. Life's a shortcoming, it is difficult really have satisfactory. Perfect material, spiritual emptiness; spiritual perfection, and material deprivation. I realize that he is a layman or already degenerated into ordinary laity, and that is: the kind of super-popular! Love, formerly in the horizon, now is the End of the World.
You meet a person that you love him more, then you will always lose. Then you meet another, he loves you more, then you will sooner or later leave him. One day you meet someone, you love each other. Finally you understand that all of the search, but also a process. Before the End of the World, and now within your grasp.
Fingertips on the keyboard alone to draw the curve, the text on the LCD screen on the flower bloom, but I do not know who can really read my heart sad? Is there someone by your side you on the roof, to enjoy the city of moonlight?
Or the vast sea of people there seemed always more you love someone, or someone else love you more, love to be able to have two people with each other almost certainly is hard to find, so people have so many satisfied restless, in pursuit of self-seeking life without regret.
It gives a strange silence and trust depend on the strength of feeling of being misunderstood by others do not like defense, a look of a word can take the hint to each other, feel each other how much sense without regrets. We are just ordinary people, as long as two people with diligent hard work, concerted efforts, and life will sweeter than honey.
Life in the necessary perseverance is necessary, such as the cause of upholding the ideal of love. Every moment of every individual's decision with the ideal and the reality of trade-off persistent and volatile up and down, every decision affecting their lives and the future. Some people say that since the chosen, no regrets on Ann Heart, but many people choose are based on the then future confusion and uncertainty and pick the best at the time that the most appropriate, not necessarily the ideal of.
Flutters about in a few years vast, flowers open over the hills to do. Transitory man on earth, I repeated the conclusion of an affair; vast East River, passing me the number of Things Past; breeze moon, pierced me how many hearts; discouraged lights, shine me a few screens fantasy. Who the moon pool, the willow on midnight. Where Are You? Knowledge fragrance dreams several times. Sail past the banks of thousands of East River Bridge, except not see your Seduction, you dressed in white in the fly, bright eyes little bit of fluorescent, my heart will always be the most beautiful appearance.
Dream lover had a dream, the dream seems to also get out of a dream lover, ask how many people on earth to find their dream is to have been expected, will be able to explain the vast solitude of the Red earthly, to adhere to and achieve their desired dreams until the person is still small. Life's a shortcoming, it is difficult really have satisfactory. Perfect material, spiritual emptiness; spiritual perfection, and material deprivation. I realize that he is a layman or already degenerated into ordinary laity, and that is: the kind of super-popular! Love, formerly in the horizon, now is the End of the World.
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