The first, forget the worries of new and old grievances, jade swallow tablets and tea, according to a description by endless Linghua thin mirror ... ... ah! Like the front of this block from the Castle Peak faint, continuous green water flow long, immense. Although The Dream, yu yu recognized only leagues, and Po sister "even though we Juanqimei, in the end is intended it hard." When the family decline, when the Shudao Hu Sun bulk, when all the Grand Garden was the daughter die die casual bulk, the inner pain like a pot of boiled water, so that he can no longer Emotion can not afford, had to knock his head to the crowd, leaving behind a fame, the snow started falling on the occasion, when the vast mountains and rivers, Phi was dressed in red cloaks drifted away.
The snow, his earthly saint, his eyes with deep regret and hurt, and my heart still remember a name, and her noble and elegant, as if iron grass under the snow threshold Temple incense, has not been dispersed. He is the Grand Garden of the protection of God and daughters Huhuashizhe. He went, and his shadow Living far from dull and erode because of longstanding and, like a bronze mirror hand, due to constantly wipe the increasingly Mingguang the lesson.
At this point, you have the old cooking oil fire, flowers with Kam spectacular Grand View Garden, in the end only to end up with the brilliant Benny million a cry sad situation, How can we help people Yangtianchangtan: Red children too sad ... ...
2010年12月17日星期五
Psychic jade, most know her heart（四）
By day in the red just to cuddle Cui Jia live freely, most do not want to aspire to seek fame and glory not Hilltop. Father has always been afraid of a tiger, he is persistent, even if beaten, are unmoved. Such as "excellent learning official" Jia Yucun a class of scholars in his eyes are just "traitor Paul ghosts." When the chai advise him, he angrily dismissed as "fishing were put reputation, ghosts and his ilk into the traitor Paul." The advice of another chai, "Whether he had to make life difficult for the person's face, he coughed, picked up the feet to left." The Figure of persuasion than the chai step back, she said: "You do not want to read to test lifts, chin-shih, and also that the Council will often kill the Crown to do, and talk about some career talk about the economy of knowledge, a sizeable future world entertainment services, but also have a friend in the future. "Even so, the Jia can not stand, immediately Xiazhukeling:" girl, please sit another room, and I know where you carefully sewage economic learning. "Then again The Figure of Persuasion is dismissed as a "bastard talk." Daiyu not only urged him to aspire to fame and helped to comfort him. In contrast, the level of distinct character voicing, so yu no longer "saw my sister forgot her sister."
However, two people Ruhuasiyu did not get the sake of their elders and love to the depths of all injuries. That night, the bamboo wind, moving shadow on the wall when the body of the forest with a worry sick sister gem tears do eventually dies, a ray of Xianghun wind dispersed. She died, the news comes in waves, like waves into each room, rippling out of a door, every window on the waves into every corner of Grand View Garden, and he was the last one to know. "Sin screens, I have the chance; loess Gansu, Qing He born unlucky." Gem did not think that he was a prophecy, lost love, he gave up more of dementia, can hear the sound of a Ruoyouruowu, Someone somewhere seems to pluck at the strings, that pure, Resentment, and people fascinated by the sound while higher than a while, so his heart full of sorrow, but also full of expectations. It was Lin sister back it? Wen also view or his mischievous eyes? After all, no one can for his doubts. He could only Rinpu the moon, tears, weep.
However, two people Ruhuasiyu did not get the sake of their elders and love to the depths of all injuries. That night, the bamboo wind, moving shadow on the wall when the body of the forest with a worry sick sister gem tears do eventually dies, a ray of Xianghun wind dispersed. She died, the news comes in waves, like waves into each room, rippling out of a door, every window on the waves into every corner of Grand View Garden, and he was the last one to know. "Sin screens, I have the chance; loess Gansu, Qing He born unlucky." Gem did not think that he was a prophecy, lost love, he gave up more of dementia, can hear the sound of a Ruoyouruowu, Someone somewhere seems to pluck at the strings, that pure, Resentment, and people fascinated by the sound while higher than a while, so his heart full of sorrow, but also full of expectations. It was Lin sister back it? Wen also view or his mischievous eyes? After all, no one can for his doubts. He could only Rinpu the moon, tears, weep.
Psychic jade, most know her heart（三）
Bao Dai eventually the root cause of both admire each other, not the Empress Dowager appearance, nor is it smart center ice, but on the common perception of the beauty of life span. They do not care about worldly knowledge and career prospects of economic, never driven a directly the true life, to becoming a better life for all lament. "Lovely flowers are everywhere, so all may pay with ruins, Moments of beauty but the day enjoyable someone's Hospital." When these words down verbatim into yu ears, she could not help thrilled God delusion tears like a broken string of beads falling down. Unexpectedly, in the flower anthesis Feifei sky days, the soul of a sudden two people come to one place. When she casually read out the Grazing the Sheep, emotion, and goes by the short life time, has allowed Jia distracted, grief down the hillside. At this moment, their souls it needs, with easy to throw sense to the streamer, the sorrow of the old life is easy; at this moment, their lives embraced each other, sympathetic. The so-called "flowery Meijuan, Homecoming," which is played from the moment the theme of love.
Since then, he is extremely considerate of Lin: "When the girl came, which I did not stay with a joke? With that I love the girl to take it to thee; my favorite, I heard the girl also love to eat, quickly in the thousands Net net to tidy up other girls who can not think of eating ... ... girl, I'm afraid the girl angry, I have thought for the girl. "He cared about her health, her sympathy for lonely, depressed and considerate of her, respect her wishes, her The talented but also extremely valued and respected. Even flying a kite for her, can not help with anxiety: "Unfortunately I do not know where to go fall. If people smoke at the fall, children had to be better, if the fall wilderness inhabited place, and I for him alone. think of it go to my place and taught him as a companion strike two. "when they do not care if it offended her, and always humbly apologize, or" playing the kind of money stacked thousands of comfort in speaking language, " and even issued a sincere words: "Now I know I is not good enough, but only relying on what is not good, not the sister in front of a million mistakes. there were one or two points wrong, or you'd teach me, ring me next time, or called me a few words, hit me twice, I do not lose heart. who knows you always ignore me, call me puzzled, less soul lost soul, I do not know what to do. "He said to her, the whole infatuation to the uttermost . Interestingly, the history contained Mengguang Jing Liang Hong and Juanqimei husband, Bao Dai in between, but it is light and Juanqimei the beam Hong Jingmeng.
Since then, he is extremely considerate of Lin: "When the girl came, which I did not stay with a joke? With that I love the girl to take it to thee; my favorite, I heard the girl also love to eat, quickly in the thousands Net net to tidy up other girls who can not think of eating ... ... girl, I'm afraid the girl angry, I have thought for the girl. "He cared about her health, her sympathy for lonely, depressed and considerate of her, respect her wishes, her The talented but also extremely valued and respected. Even flying a kite for her, can not help with anxiety: "Unfortunately I do not know where to go fall. If people smoke at the fall, children had to be better, if the fall wilderness inhabited place, and I for him alone. think of it go to my place and taught him as a companion strike two. "when they do not care if it offended her, and always humbly apologize, or" playing the kind of money stacked thousands of comfort in speaking language, " and even issued a sincere words: "Now I know I is not good enough, but only relying on what is not good, not the sister in front of a million mistakes. there were one or two points wrong, or you'd teach me, ring me next time, or called me a few words, hit me twice, I do not lose heart. who knows you always ignore me, call me puzzled, less soul lost soul, I do not know what to do. "He said to her, the whole infatuation to the uttermost . Interestingly, the history contained Mengguang Jing Liang Hong and Juanqimei husband, Bao Dai in between, but it is light and Juanqimei the beam Hong Jingmeng.
Psychic jade, most know her heart（二）
Every day in the Grand Garden and fight together Zhongjie Mei grass Wearing, crooning shallow sing as he always was his father who does not love reading, this is a big injustice Barbara. Jia not only loved to read, really read a lot of books. He said, "except 'Mingming De' outside without a good book", and 'Mingming De' refers to the "university" in the sentence: "The University of the Road, in the Ming Mingde, in the PFP, in all worlds." , showing that he had read the book before, also received one of the ideas and views. Besides miscellaneous books, just the servant as he found that the legendary Ming Yan like the book, he was pleased that the endless, yet beautifully written specially picked to get the Grand Garden, which will have a total time with her is "West car in mind, "the classic plot. Want to come when he is fourteen, old age, classics such serious books he read; "The West Chamber", "Peony Pavilion" this complex book, he also read. He read as much of the miscellaneous non-comparable normal peers, but also why she enjoyed mothering 盖楼 in the title only Couplet talent when the exhibition, wrote many wonderful and moving the plaque and couplets.
Jia not only smart erratic, there is a lot of perverse thinking: "My daughter is made of water flesh, flesh and blood man is mud, then I met her cool, met with foul cloud men will find it compelling," "the original born human beings are superior, where the mountains and the sun and moon fine show, only the clock on her, eyebrows men are simply scum foam just cloud ", which is what he put in the patriarchal age" daughter "has not increased to the most ancient statue wing position, but also made slight of Suffering "daughter" as expressed through the ages have not been feeling. Sisters in the eyes of his own height, her is more of a fairy-like little sister, so all respect, there is no affinity respectable and humble of the points. In fact, myself is it not a gem made of water flesh and blood, in the Grand Garden with joy, sorrow with, and makes sense of life bit by bit, the blue sky and white clouds nostalgic, as well as moonlight fingertips with Hong Hong green, at the time merrily swim the river, so the only Grand View Park into their spiritual home and refuge for the soul.
Jia not only smart erratic, there is a lot of perverse thinking: "My daughter is made of water flesh, flesh and blood man is mud, then I met her cool, met with foul cloud men will find it compelling," "the original born human beings are superior, where the mountains and the sun and moon fine show, only the clock on her, eyebrows men are simply scum foam just cloud ", which is what he put in the patriarchal age" daughter "has not increased to the most ancient statue wing position, but also made slight of Suffering "daughter" as expressed through the ages have not been feeling. Sisters in the eyes of his own height, her is more of a fairy-like little sister, so all respect, there is no affinity respectable and humble of the points. In fact, myself is it not a gem made of water flesh and blood, in the Grand Garden with joy, sorrow with, and makes sense of life bit by bit, the blue sky and white clouds nostalgic, as well as moonlight fingertips with Hong Hong green, at the time merrily swim the river, so the only Grand View Park into their spiritual home and refuge for the soul.
Psychic jade, most know her heart（一）
A group of graceful presence.
They came walking, laughing all the way Caesar. Spring flowers blowing on both sides of the road, but also blowing out their Qunjiao. That smiling faces, or charming, or handsome, let him come to the moment hope God witted, and though he has turned into one of them, from things ethereal, and his involvement is no longer the slightest.
He is born the title of Yu Jia, a tall, thin, delicate features, Chunhongchibai, gentle eyes. Dream of the story has been popular, Jia is the image of people talked about, whether he is kind of a person?
Just as there are a thousand thousand readers of Hamlet in mind, a thousand people have ten thousand eyes gem, how to locate him, all eyes of the beholder wise views about things. Grandmother Jia in front of the distinguished, he is darling, is the apple of his eye; in the hearts of the mother is Hunshimowang Mrs. Wang is Xin Tourou; is sin in the eyes of his father children inverse Jia Zheng, turn iron into steel; in the heart is life to rely on chai , and accomplished a good husband; for Lin, he is his Dream of system, not the sweetheart Unrequited Love; In RMB spring, spring, Tan Chun and Xichun four sisters in front of the first good brother he is a wonderful thing; for the attacks, Qing Wen, mandarin ducks, Zi Juan and other maidservants are concerned, he is to have equality and dignity with which the wealthy son of ... ...
No matter how people look, set the "perversity of the gas" and "scenery of the gas" was one of the Jia has just painted the people in the children, stood silently secular gazing affectionately edge of infinite beings, look lovingly and chilling.
They came walking, laughing all the way Caesar. Spring flowers blowing on both sides of the road, but also blowing out their Qunjiao. That smiling faces, or charming, or handsome, let him come to the moment hope God witted, and though he has turned into one of them, from things ethereal, and his involvement is no longer the slightest.
He is born the title of Yu Jia, a tall, thin, delicate features, Chunhongchibai, gentle eyes. Dream of the story has been popular, Jia is the image of people talked about, whether he is kind of a person?
Just as there are a thousand thousand readers of Hamlet in mind, a thousand people have ten thousand eyes gem, how to locate him, all eyes of the beholder wise views about things. Grandmother Jia in front of the distinguished, he is darling, is the apple of his eye; in the hearts of the mother is Hunshimowang Mrs. Wang is Xin Tourou; is sin in the eyes of his father children inverse Jia Zheng, turn iron into steel; in the heart is life to rely on chai , and accomplished a good husband; for Lin, he is his Dream of system, not the sweetheart Unrequited Love; In RMB spring, spring, Tan Chun and Xichun four sisters in front of the first good brother he is a wonderful thing; for the attacks, Qing Wen, mandarin ducks, Zi Juan and other maidservants are concerned, he is to have equality and dignity with which the wealthy son of ... ...
No matter how people look, set the "perversity of the gas" and "scenery of the gas" was one of the Jia has just painted the people in the children, stood silently secular gazing affectionately edge of infinite beings, look lovingly and chilling.
A person's station（五）
Since then, the whole family with his father went to Sichuan. A small village, there is no cough grandfather, love to walk under the acacia trees Zhang, and village niu and those folks have to stay in the station from the other side, as if hardly touch the distant dream. Life completely changed its appearance, I live in a strange city became home to a temporary accommodation into permanent address hug, became homesick Sichuanese. But in the depths of memory, that lofty sky in the north, the north wind is still lush, Poplar is still noisy, I was still young, the roadside flowers are childhood innocent smile. So I am in the spring term of the rose-mei, Lin Tong fan I am in the summer of smoke across the blue water, I always miss every night in the Land of Abundance, and is still on the barren Loess Plateau, a small mountain village. It Palette general saving my childhood laughter and tears, naive and innocent, collections are Jin Xiang Yu. I was rolling the Jialing River in the heart of the drought and water shortage in northern; osmanthus fragrance in the evening, way back past the yard of the sparse rain Indus; night in lonely and helpless innocent smile niu thoughts. Nostalgia ray, and indeed the length of the Yangtze River eastward actually.
Study on three pharynx, Qine West Side CHANGCHUN COMMUNIST. CHANGCHUN COMMUNIST annual Green is the Willow, Baling not hurt.
Years later, I finally returned to their homeland.
When the sun slowly rising, I came to the Dream of the Department of the Village, stomp this winding road, even some close to his homeland scared. Is still the village before the village, but had removed it, all the courtyards have been abandoned. Wind around, and saw the old cave, like a mesopore were blind eye sockets to make wind and rain, with melancholy eyes, as I meet, who is the weeds that are collapsed Duanqiang rocks. Front of the village school is in ruins. A trip from start to finish, in addition to the general form of the village before the other with nothing. I was playing front of this deep-seated the desolate Mongolia. What, former village teacher, niu, there are those folks that you are gone? You all right?
Leading to a small village in memory of the kingdom, a small road, turned into an echo valley, in addition to the wind, I can hear only the cries of your heart. When I finally came home in front of their old, gently pushed open the old door, I saw weeds, Laying the floor, sometimes starting from the heart sad. Fingers lightly brushed the windows have decals, dusty furniture, and peeling off the wall paintings, trance I saw sitting in a chair smoking grandfather, busy preparing the mother, and their and siblings play in the yard, play the scene, could not help a hot eyes.
Things change, what can not hold to go have to go nowhere to spiritualism.
Originally, a small station allows me to go back to the hometown, but never return to the old days. Those sorrows and joys are scattered over in the wind, and now there is no grassland clustered flowers, and no childhood.
Across the years, I was dreaming. Dreams, the flowers were the last two I do not know ... ...
Study on three pharynx, Qine West Side CHANGCHUN COMMUNIST. CHANGCHUN COMMUNIST annual Green is the Willow, Baling not hurt.
Years later, I finally returned to their homeland.
When the sun slowly rising, I came to the Dream of the Department of the Village, stomp this winding road, even some close to his homeland scared. Is still the village before the village, but had removed it, all the courtyards have been abandoned. Wind around, and saw the old cave, like a mesopore were blind eye sockets to make wind and rain, with melancholy eyes, as I meet, who is the weeds that are collapsed Duanqiang rocks. Front of the village school is in ruins. A trip from start to finish, in addition to the general form of the village before the other with nothing. I was playing front of this deep-seated the desolate Mongolia. What, former village teacher, niu, there are those folks that you are gone? You all right?
Leading to a small village in memory of the kingdom, a small road, turned into an echo valley, in addition to the wind, I can hear only the cries of your heart. When I finally came home in front of their old, gently pushed open the old door, I saw weeds, Laying the floor, sometimes starting from the heart sad. Fingers lightly brushed the windows have decals, dusty furniture, and peeling off the wall paintings, trance I saw sitting in a chair smoking grandfather, busy preparing the mother, and their and siblings play in the yard, play the scene, could not help a hot eyes.
Things change, what can not hold to go have to go nowhere to spiritualism.
Originally, a small station allows me to go back to the hometown, but never return to the old days. Those sorrows and joys are scattered over in the wind, and now there is no grassland clustered flowers, and no childhood.
Across the years, I was dreaming. Dreams, the flowers were the last two I do not know ... ...
A person's station（四）
At that time I was his grandfather's memories. There was a time he coughed more calendar harm, no longer carrying the spirit of his younger brother to the sect, or go to school to see me to study. The only thing that he does not fit, is in the hands of the smoke, as if it is your good friend, is known to have been, it is comfort, happiness lies. But gradually, he was bedridden, and even sat up a few cigarette smoking effort as well. My brother and sister in a hurry to run around in his bed, and asked non-stop chattering, but he still endlessly cough, cough in the world on fire, Taoxintaofei. I think the grandfather was too much for cough, weight loss day by day people, but also sink into the eye socket, and if he can cough just fine for him. But I give him Duanfan addition to delivery of water outside can not do anything.
One night, Grandpa is not eating, coughing sounds more and more small, looks very weak. Brothers and sisters to sleep after her mother settled in, they stay with me in the grandfather side. Gradually, out of the window the moon was gone, there is an owl's voice sounded over the coping very harsh, very ugly, than I ever have heard all the birds are ugly, are terrible. Mom Zhoule Mei, went out and threw a few small dark stones only get rid of the terrible sound.
Later, some neighbors came, everyone came to see my grandfather, as if there are many words to tell him. I sat beside my grandfather and would like to talk with him, but stared at Grandpa was motionless cave somewhere. He must be tired, cough, and now need to rest, it must be the case. I was thinking to myself.
Grandpa really rest. Father came back out to work, just enter the house to acute halo to the ground. All the relatives and friends also came, as my grandfather put on new clothes, carried in buried drums in the. Everyone was crying, I do not know, Grandpa usually more Leiya cough, and now can finally rest quietly, why is everyone so sad? People cry makes me sad, not help the tears along with them, but my mind was the grandfather happy, he finally do not cough.
One night, Grandpa is not eating, coughing sounds more and more small, looks very weak. Brothers and sisters to sleep after her mother settled in, they stay with me in the grandfather side. Gradually, out of the window the moon was gone, there is an owl's voice sounded over the coping very harsh, very ugly, than I ever have heard all the birds are ugly, are terrible. Mom Zhoule Mei, went out and threw a few small dark stones only get rid of the terrible sound.
Later, some neighbors came, everyone came to see my grandfather, as if there are many words to tell him. I sat beside my grandfather and would like to talk with him, but stared at Grandpa was motionless cave somewhere. He must be tired, cough, and now need to rest, it must be the case. I was thinking to myself.
Grandpa really rest. Father came back out to work, just enter the house to acute halo to the ground. All the relatives and friends also came, as my grandfather put on new clothes, carried in buried drums in the. Everyone was crying, I do not know, Grandpa usually more Leiya cough, and now can finally rest quietly, why is everyone so sad? People cry makes me sad, not help the tears along with them, but my mind was the grandfather happy, he finally do not cough.
A person's station（三）
As evening fell, the sky is the Loess Plateau, the most beautiful scenery. The stars are always covered with thick rolling in the sky, like diamonds, such as pearls, a light over a. Moonlight is even more clear, and seems to flick clothes, will be able to shake off the one place of mercury. But my mother and I do not have much time to look at the sky, the moonlight often are busy in their own land. The ground and not have to dig endless sweet potato, is to have cut the endless wheat, corn or need watering. Other families to do farm work during the day are busy, but because my father work outside the home by the mother of all things, a person can not finish, had to take me busy in the ground and the moon came out to take a tired to go home. When the mother and daughter walking on the road, water, earth, moon shaman, everything is so quiet, there are layers of terraced fields distant hills seem to have fallen asleep, doing veil-like dream. I took mother's hand, tired and hungry, refused to take the number of stars on the day, just want to go home, fed and then the United States of beauty sleep. Cool night breeze blowing, surrounded by crops and rustled, let us add a few panic heart, so hurry to speed up the pace, did not dare to breathe loudly, just quietly move on, afraid to look around for fear of What is frightening to see the shadow. But there are one, sharp-eyed mother found squatting in a wolf under a persimmon tree, the black silhouette of the moonlight with a silent threat, scared she was dragged to the home of my Huanglihuangzhang the run, until closing the door, only relieved by the night secretly wipe the tears of his face.
In the loess slopes, in addition to the terrible wolf, the water is something most people worried. Village is only one person well, whenever the days of pumping, the village people are busy fetching water, go to the market like running in the water well and home, come and go, bustling. Every time, I have family and young sister to carry water in buckets dangling between the two, and finally carried home, how much to withdraw was not. Is it still good, and once lifted half way, and my sister to walk, determined not to lift. Home without thinking about how much water the tank put, I vexation gas, reaching about playing her sister. Wow gave her sister cried, looking at the way she wronged, I followed straight tears, the last two or barely carried the water back. This is the only time in my life to play her sister, then a Xiangqilaijiu endless guilt. Sister foregone forget these things go to Jiuxiao Clouds grow up, it became a major water company's senior executives.
In the loess slopes, in addition to the terrible wolf, the water is something most people worried. Village is only one person well, whenever the days of pumping, the village people are busy fetching water, go to the market like running in the water well and home, come and go, bustling. Every time, I have family and young sister to carry water in buckets dangling between the two, and finally carried home, how much to withdraw was not. Is it still good, and once lifted half way, and my sister to walk, determined not to lift. Home without thinking about how much water the tank put, I vexation gas, reaching about playing her sister. Wow gave her sister cried, looking at the way she wronged, I followed straight tears, the last two or barely carried the water back. This is the only time in my life to play her sister, then a Xiangqilaijiu endless guilt. Sister foregone forget these things go to Jiuxiao Clouds grow up, it became a major water company's senior executives.
A person's station（二）
At the time sky is always in my eyes blue tile blue tile, white clouds is surprisingly, like a cotton bud cotton fields accidentally flew up into the sky. In the cold winter, when the morning sun shines on the west wall under the time and I always sit in a corner with a small partner niu under study. Golden sun on our childlike face, who fell Zhang thoughtfully, on the locust tree fell on the tall, warm and bright. Reciting echoed in the school yard, often attracted some of the villagers standing in the doorway watching, cast envious eyes, or pleased. Whenever this time, I can always find the one in which the grandfather carrying a black cloth coat stood in one younger brother, and proud face with a kind smile, so they quickly bowed our heads, began to read more seriously books.
In contrast, after school time is always better. Niu I always worked hard in their own yard, play jump sandbags, or playing stones. Brother and sister on the side along with booing, laughing noises come and go, prompting a small brown dog also followed the family to run around, pulling the mouth from time to time the Kujiao, licking the little hands, and eventually attracted several more blame had to lay boring under the door, hung his head like to do alone, if some slight noise outside the door came, so did the momentum of the bark for several more, try to do their part. Often this time, Grandpa will move in the armchair before the child sitting in the cave, while inhaling pipe down, looked at us while he kept the music, sometimes twice on cough. Peak to the number of her mother, giving her two long braids, she always was busy in another cave for cooking, pull boxes lookout rushing sound, so that the smoke gently wafting windows, and graceful with the drifting went above the cave. The cave is always covered with the top of jujube trees, autumn, when the wind blows, a few ripe jujube fell in the yard, red, agate-like likable, like picking up children eat, the taste of that sweet and sour to eat a hundred tire.
In contrast, after school time is always better. Niu I always worked hard in their own yard, play jump sandbags, or playing stones. Brother and sister on the side along with booing, laughing noises come and go, prompting a small brown dog also followed the family to run around, pulling the mouth from time to time the Kujiao, licking the little hands, and eventually attracted several more blame had to lay boring under the door, hung his head like to do alone, if some slight noise outside the door came, so did the momentum of the bark for several more, try to do their part. Often this time, Grandpa will move in the armchair before the child sitting in the cave, while inhaling pipe down, looked at us while he kept the music, sometimes twice on cough. Peak to the number of her mother, giving her two long braids, she always was busy in another cave for cooking, pull boxes lookout rushing sound, so that the smoke gently wafting windows, and graceful with the drifting went above the cave. The cave is always covered with the top of jujube trees, autumn, when the wind blows, a few ripe jujube fell in the yard, red, agate-like likable, like picking up children eat, the taste of that sweet and sour to eat a hundred tire.
A person's station（一）
Stepped off the train when it is midnight.
Standing on the third station on the Yellow River, snow walking towards me, I could not help gasped, pulling luggage walking quickly Wangchu station. Dim lighting, ticket inspectors curious to ask: "Does this train only you get off. Sichuan come from?"
I smiled and nodded his head, lit the next ticket to step out of the station. Station, the family is waiting, a white Honda parked not far away. We are excited to hug and greeting, and then hastily got to pull away.
Fun in the road the car rubbed the running and occasionally there are several orange lights near or far from the window before the flash off. Loess Plateau gradually emerged in character, the roads in the headlights with rugged, sometimes sloping, sometimes ravine, and down, like a rocky years, or that a loud song, or high or low, each tension of the nerves at all people, not a little neglect. The scene instantly pulled my thoughts to the Village.
Village, a name like a tiny hand on my heart strings gently waved to dial of countless notes, lingering sound wave, prolonged. It is a small village, not only small and very poor, was a dirt road into two, are crowded around a small courtyard crowded pay to pay the family who lives in caves have been. The middle of the road winding village, every rain, mud on the floor, each pair of relentless passing contaminated shoes on, making each one must be careful passing diversion away from the edge.
Village people have the same last name, young and old are all capitalists, the history of every one of us are familiar. I was born here, and his family lived there, and play with the children the same age play, went to school together. Village of the schools in the village, a bungalow, two cave, the hospital has a large middle Ash, hanging above an ancient iron Chung, and every class, when only one school teacher and principal Zhang will be the pace of firm went under the tree, pull up the slender bell rope, watching a group of small point will fall as the bell rings children out of the classroom, then he looked at the sky, eyes slightly narrowed, and then Daobei hands, You Youran large acacia trees scattered in the start, the term of the kids running around downtown show, actually walk from the trance of non-stop. Naturally, I am also a member of these children, the head of a ponytail, wearing a mother's fabric clothes, smiling innocent and naive.
Standing on the third station on the Yellow River, snow walking towards me, I could not help gasped, pulling luggage walking quickly Wangchu station. Dim lighting, ticket inspectors curious to ask: "Does this train only you get off. Sichuan come from?"
I smiled and nodded his head, lit the next ticket to step out of the station. Station, the family is waiting, a white Honda parked not far away. We are excited to hug and greeting, and then hastily got to pull away.
Fun in the road the car rubbed the running and occasionally there are several orange lights near or far from the window before the flash off. Loess Plateau gradually emerged in character, the roads in the headlights with rugged, sometimes sloping, sometimes ravine, and down, like a rocky years, or that a loud song, or high or low, each tension of the nerves at all people, not a little neglect. The scene instantly pulled my thoughts to the Village.
Village, a name like a tiny hand on my heart strings gently waved to dial of countless notes, lingering sound wave, prolonged. It is a small village, not only small and very poor, was a dirt road into two, are crowded around a small courtyard crowded pay to pay the family who lives in caves have been. The middle of the road winding village, every rain, mud on the floor, each pair of relentless passing contaminated shoes on, making each one must be careful passing diversion away from the edge.
Village people have the same last name, young and old are all capitalists, the history of every one of us are familiar. I was born here, and his family lived there, and play with the children the same age play, went to school together. Village of the schools in the village, a bungalow, two cave, the hospital has a large middle Ash, hanging above an ancient iron Chung, and every class, when only one school teacher and principal Zhang will be the pace of firm went under the tree, pull up the slender bell rope, watching a group of small point will fall as the bell rings children out of the classroom, then he looked at the sky, eyes slightly narrowed, and then Daobei hands, You Youran large acacia trees scattered in the start, the term of the kids running around downtown show, actually walk from the trance of non-stop. Naturally, I am also a member of these children, the head of a ponytail, wearing a mother's fabric clothes, smiling innocent and naive.
I dream of my arena（五）
"So, the original brother you were here?"
"There are places you less, how can I?"
He pulled me without any explanation, to a strange house. Small fire in the house is red mud, green ants, the new Fu wine, it seems there is Feast.
Withdrew his wet coat, and we sat fireside drink.
Gu said the old man, cold water Yuehe Yue, wine Yuehe Yue warm. Now it seems that these words do not leave, there is wine, my little darling to gradually warm the; a brother, I forget the shock unconsciously.
"A person on the Emei Mountain fun?"
"Also, it works ... ..." I nodded and shook his head.
"Then I will accompany you to go up, OK?"
"Can not be another place?" I almost begged brother.
"Then Huangshan, right?"
"Great, you know me or my brother." I looked at him gratefully.
"Why do you like to go?"
"Because you want to go."
After listening to my brother laughed scholar. Laughter, his wavefront also gentle than the moonlight, I felt the flowers bloom, such as jasmine, intoxicating fragrance has been stretching to the depths of memory, lingering.
Flowers and the world, the opening of each flower carries off both rivers and lakes. I gave birth to my temperament rivers and lakes, where there are Haoqiganyun, there are flowery Meijuan. I believe that together with the scholar brother, even without martial arts masterpiece, if not I, fame, you can also write to the world of Jiandanqinxin sword, woke poetry, with Swordsman, and so, is not a more Happy happy?
Smiling hand in hand, the rivers and lakes of the road is being stretched far beneath our feet, flowers in full bloom on both sides of the road ... ...
"There are places you less, how can I?"
He pulled me without any explanation, to a strange house. Small fire in the house is red mud, green ants, the new Fu wine, it seems there is Feast.
Withdrew his wet coat, and we sat fireside drink.
Gu said the old man, cold water Yuehe Yue, wine Yuehe Yue warm. Now it seems that these words do not leave, there is wine, my little darling to gradually warm the; a brother, I forget the shock unconsciously.
"A person on the Emei Mountain fun?"
"Also, it works ... ..." I nodded and shook his head.
"Then I will accompany you to go up, OK?"
"Can not be another place?" I almost begged brother.
"Then Huangshan, right?"
"Great, you know me or my brother." I looked at him gratefully.
"Why do you like to go?"
"Because you want to go."
After listening to my brother laughed scholar. Laughter, his wavefront also gentle than the moonlight, I felt the flowers bloom, such as jasmine, intoxicating fragrance has been stretching to the depths of memory, lingering.
Flowers and the world, the opening of each flower carries off both rivers and lakes. I gave birth to my temperament rivers and lakes, where there are Haoqiganyun, there are flowery Meijuan. I believe that together with the scholar brother, even without martial arts masterpiece, if not I, fame, you can also write to the world of Jiandanqinxin sword, woke poetry, with Swordsman, and so, is not a more Happy happy?
Smiling hand in hand, the rivers and lakes of the road is being stretched far beneath our feet, flowers in full bloom on both sides of the road ... ...
I dream of my arena（四）
I do not know is to grow old and return home grateful to the gods, or with the junket, and there is not even a beauty in distress to me the helping hand. Misery!
The desperate, I desperately cried out: "Yang Guo Brother, Just let your big birds help me!"
Shen Diao does not appear, the ear is only the wind, but I just keep falling, falling. But why is this time, the third-rate singer Zheng hillside in the distance were piercing to singing: "... ... I always thought I was flying up, ears heard the sound, and seemed very beautiful, I did not thought I was in went down, went down ... ... "This is not typical of schadenfreude it? If there is an opportunity, if I could have trained martial arts masterpiece, will take him into the Pacific Ocean, to see him fall, fall ... ...
On the occasion of extreme panic, a pine tree from the cliffs suddenly caught himself on the ramp out of me.
Hanging in the air, motionless, like holding my breath: "O mother pine, even if the world has abandoned me, at least you ... ..."
Just, just hang in the air and shouting of not being heard by anyone, a radius of hundred miles off the beaten track, lost cell phone I do not know where to go, the Internet would not open, how helpless what am I to do?
The biting wind, the two lines of tears Pusu Su sliding down ... ...
Om, Om ... ... What was that? I turned to look, God, a large group of bees are around me. Damn old elf, and raised half my life of bees, how to actually make them difficult for me this time flying through the air? This is not just trying to find fault with me it? I reached out to catch the eyes of the bees, they heard the sound carbazole, branches broken. A cold heart, I despair to close my eyes.
Free fall again.
Eventually, I did not fall to the ground, but fell into the water. I always was a landlubbers, anxious fluttering in the water straight, screaming for help.
"This is someone's girl learned to swim in it?"
It sounds so warm and between sound familiar, I could not help hesitated, with only opened my eyes, ah, which is a lake in front of me, obviously that is a feet of water submerged Wang Ganggang thing. While standing in front of the speaker, not that my scholar brother it?
The desperate, I desperately cried out: "Yang Guo Brother, Just let your big birds help me!"
Shen Diao does not appear, the ear is only the wind, but I just keep falling, falling. But why is this time, the third-rate singer Zheng hillside in the distance were piercing to singing: "... ... I always thought I was flying up, ears heard the sound, and seemed very beautiful, I did not thought I was in went down, went down ... ... "This is not typical of schadenfreude it? If there is an opportunity, if I could have trained martial arts masterpiece, will take him into the Pacific Ocean, to see him fall, fall ... ...
On the occasion of extreme panic, a pine tree from the cliffs suddenly caught himself on the ramp out of me.
Hanging in the air, motionless, like holding my breath: "O mother pine, even if the world has abandoned me, at least you ... ..."
Just, just hang in the air and shouting of not being heard by anyone, a radius of hundred miles off the beaten track, lost cell phone I do not know where to go, the Internet would not open, how helpless what am I to do?
The biting wind, the two lines of tears Pusu Su sliding down ... ...
Om, Om ... ... What was that? I turned to look, God, a large group of bees are around me. Damn old elf, and raised half my life of bees, how to actually make them difficult for me this time flying through the air? This is not just trying to find fault with me it? I reached out to catch the eyes of the bees, they heard the sound carbazole, branches broken. A cold heart, I despair to close my eyes.
Free fall again.
Eventually, I did not fall to the ground, but fell into the water. I always was a landlubbers, anxious fluttering in the water straight, screaming for help.
"This is someone's girl learned to swim in it?"
It sounds so warm and between sound familiar, I could not help hesitated, with only opened my eyes, ah, which is a lake in front of me, obviously that is a feet of water submerged Wang Ganggang thing. While standing in front of the speaker, not that my scholar brother it?
I dream of my arena（三）
Since I can not join the martial art study with a teacher to only rely on the wisdom of the original a martial arts masterpiece. So I went to Chengdu, Emei Mountain we see in Foshan on the inspiration and harvest can.
In order to further enjoy the scenery, I was alone this world famous monument from the beginning to go up, passing Qingyin Ge, the twelve, the Flower Adornment top, to the lotus stone, diamond days, slope, Xixiang Chi, Lei Tung Ping beautiful panoramic view of ... ... all the way, Mother Nature can not help but sigh, and more admired scholar Xingaoqiao my brother. He said: "more than accounted for the world famous monk, temple inscriptions Zhao." This is not, believe, and I saw many parts of the couplets are from an expert hand of Zhao: "a thousand eyebrows coming from the green mountains, birds orchestral sound the same all the way "," Xia Yi-day with sunrise, peak Tengyun the sea as the boat floats. ", and so knowledgeable brother actually asked me to find really extremely lucky ah.
While watching the scenery, side, imagined, and I unknowingly came to the Golden Summit. Thanks to the merciful Bodhisattva Samantabhadra, after all-powerful, despite the wind fluttering, despite the snow flying, I sat down facing the dazzling Buddhist, think hard how to learn a martial arts masterpiece, from Shafujipin, leaving the mortal world in the lofty next life fame.
Emei Mountain is in this towering, this cold-ah, never mind how to experience harm. Visitors wearing rented shiver down jacket is also kept, watched the sunrise after all rushed down the mountain. I am not a fairy, no fear practitioners to not join the weathered state of the sword, so the threat of snow, even if wrapped in a simple coat, hat scarf into battle together, or could not stop the whole body shaking, teeth chattering out. Ashamed ah, hey, who does very day.
Such as the Men of the think eventually I lost nature, I have to be prepared to down when a sudden burst of more violent head wind blowing, I will be away from the ground, relentlessly throwing mountains. God, below, into the abyss below, but ah! I close my eyes, helplessly waving arms and shouted the name of heaven, every god, come from the Goddess of Mercy as from the Monkey King to the Journey, and from the Jade Emperor to God ... ...
In order to further enjoy the scenery, I was alone this world famous monument from the beginning to go up, passing Qingyin Ge, the twelve, the Flower Adornment top, to the lotus stone, diamond days, slope, Xixiang Chi, Lei Tung Ping beautiful panoramic view of ... ... all the way, Mother Nature can not help but sigh, and more admired scholar Xingaoqiao my brother. He said: "more than accounted for the world famous monk, temple inscriptions Zhao." This is not, believe, and I saw many parts of the couplets are from an expert hand of Zhao: "a thousand eyebrows coming from the green mountains, birds orchestral sound the same all the way "," Xia Yi-day with sunrise, peak Tengyun the sea as the boat floats. ", and so knowledgeable brother actually asked me to find really extremely lucky ah.
While watching the scenery, side, imagined, and I unknowingly came to the Golden Summit. Thanks to the merciful Bodhisattva Samantabhadra, after all-powerful, despite the wind fluttering, despite the snow flying, I sat down facing the dazzling Buddhist, think hard how to learn a martial arts masterpiece, from Shafujipin, leaving the mortal world in the lofty next life fame.
Emei Mountain is in this towering, this cold-ah, never mind how to experience harm. Visitors wearing rented shiver down jacket is also kept, watched the sunrise after all rushed down the mountain. I am not a fairy, no fear practitioners to not join the weathered state of the sword, so the threat of snow, even if wrapped in a simple coat, hat scarf into battle together, or could not stop the whole body shaking, teeth chattering out. Ashamed ah, hey, who does very day.
Such as the Men of the think eventually I lost nature, I have to be prepared to down when a sudden burst of more violent head wind blowing, I will be away from the ground, relentlessly throwing mountains. God, below, into the abyss below, but ah! I close my eyes, helplessly waving arms and shouted the name of heaven, every god, come from the Goddess of Mercy as from the Monkey King to the Journey, and from the Jade Emperor to God ... ...
I dream of my arena（二）
Wudang so renowned the world over it? I have always admired the most successful Chi Master, in order to get his old true mass, it is necessary under the door every day in his life, maverick I can not bear to say anything in exchange for use of such young lives a hermit life ah.
Ah? Friends say that beggars do you? Nature is the first large group of beggars martial arts, is still thriving. Just a little look at, you will find under the overpass is still dotted with their eyeliner, running around the square of their Duozhu ... ... Leaving aside how slack they are, that is, since Hong Qigong not been out since Homo habilis . Although recently there was a sharp wind was pulling brother coming out, but his fleeting bright light and did not leave us much room for imagination, because they all pyramid-type business model. The Pretty Woman married Guo Jing Huang Rong since the guy after the dull, put his flourishing career aside completely indifferent, let alone to carry forward the beggars. Yellow girl child I watched the film grew up in front of the TV for her concern for her joy, and she also delivered smooth and slick, four ghosts from the Yellow River to Ouyang Feng, the predecessors of many martial arts play round and round. However, she often thought of marriage, she directed me to really want to shout: "Ronger, ah, ah you can not do complacency."
Era of progress, living standards improve, how could I do every day to enjoy other people's leftovers? Hong Qigong even eat chicken cooked with wine to drink with wine, but I believe it will relapse a little stomach, a badly it hurts. It is enough, for my poor stomach, physical recreation and health In order to walk the dead, his disciples are carrying the sedan chair grateful beggars ask me when the main fact is also determined not to go.
Talk about Shaolin and beggars, Gu Mupai how? That the tomb of the Maid, but my super idol, her snow white wins, her fairy face, simply let the world love to not love, only despair far. The Dragon had children and only care about the enjoyment of the Eagles to two of the world, and Gu Mupai only one Limo Chou, sinister Yinhen her human resource configurations, so that decent people are disgraced by the . I can not for martial arts, like the bride with white hair, like her excel at it. It seems that the tomb do not have to think about the effort.
Black on the famous rivers and lakes is of whale to send help, martial arts bad, bad people, usually only a move from start to finish dig black tiger heart, go rob the main enemy is often encountered, they are generally subtext: " The road is my open, I planted this tree ... ... ", and sometimes replaced by:" Heroes mercy ah, I have eighty-year-old mother, under the ... ... "always let the world contempt and ridicule. Exquisite flower-flower loved by everyone in the car if I see the car into the notorious gang, which has long been hard to maintain a good image to be destroyed.
Ah? Friends say that beggars do you? Nature is the first large group of beggars martial arts, is still thriving. Just a little look at, you will find under the overpass is still dotted with their eyeliner, running around the square of their Duozhu ... ... Leaving aside how slack they are, that is, since Hong Qigong not been out since Homo habilis . Although recently there was a sharp wind was pulling brother coming out, but his fleeting bright light and did not leave us much room for imagination, because they all pyramid-type business model. The Pretty Woman married Guo Jing Huang Rong since the guy after the dull, put his flourishing career aside completely indifferent, let alone to carry forward the beggars. Yellow girl child I watched the film grew up in front of the TV for her concern for her joy, and she also delivered smooth and slick, four ghosts from the Yellow River to Ouyang Feng, the predecessors of many martial arts play round and round. However, she often thought of marriage, she directed me to really want to shout: "Ronger, ah, ah you can not do complacency."
Era of progress, living standards improve, how could I do every day to enjoy other people's leftovers? Hong Qigong even eat chicken cooked with wine to drink with wine, but I believe it will relapse a little stomach, a badly it hurts. It is enough, for my poor stomach, physical recreation and health In order to walk the dead, his disciples are carrying the sedan chair grateful beggars ask me when the main fact is also determined not to go.
Talk about Shaolin and beggars, Gu Mupai how? That the tomb of the Maid, but my super idol, her snow white wins, her fairy face, simply let the world love to not love, only despair far. The Dragon had children and only care about the enjoyment of the Eagles to two of the world, and Gu Mupai only one Limo Chou, sinister Yinhen her human resource configurations, so that decent people are disgraced by the . I can not for martial arts, like the bride with white hair, like her excel at it. It seems that the tomb do not have to think about the effort.
Black on the famous rivers and lakes is of whale to send help, martial arts bad, bad people, usually only a move from start to finish dig black tiger heart, go rob the main enemy is often encountered, they are generally subtext: " The road is my open, I planted this tree ... ... ", and sometimes replaced by:" Heroes mercy ah, I have eighty-year-old mother, under the ... ... "always let the world contempt and ridicule. Exquisite flower-flower loved by everyone in the car if I see the car into the notorious gang, which has long been hard to maintain a good image to be destroyed.
I dream of my arena（一）
Fantasy with me, as well as night.
The castles of the world as the sudden rush of air from me, leaving only silence. I closed my eyes thinking fingertips with their own hearts, in the dark, free, and instantly a thousand miles, toward the legends of the arena.
Rivers and lakes where?
Rivers and lakes in my heart. It is the birds are flying south long grass in March, light rain in the leaf boat sway; is the Autumn Poetic long days and lonely duck flying falling clouds; is an article of Hengyang city, has a bluestone lane road, Sometimes Huqin babbling lopsided; is traveled alone in the sand groaning; is Jianqi climbed high cliff aspect; is holding flute outside the pavilion dressed in Qingshan; is vacated suddenly turn north wind fluttering hundred and eighty degree swing kicked the body's valiant heroic Zeikou ... ... arena is fast, and the heroic fight for the throne of the world.
The wind took the older generation said: rivers and lakes where there was.
After the arena is my spiritual garden, there are scores, there Jianguang, there are thorns, there are heroes and beauty. People can drink a large mouth, large pieces of meat, live in dreams, Ganaiganhen without farming fetching water, they do not go to work to earn money. Even if the poor are still happy chink Happy, the Ranger Wei's grace and pride of children rolled into one, just one night a lifetime commitment not for pleasure. Here, everyone can draw their own capacity to achieve the true glory and splendor, without regret.
How much heart, rivers and lakes have much.
Are in the political arena, I like light snow the footsteps of passing sadness, suffering, disease, ... ... in the warm sun on palm stripping do Sentimental, one begins to stretch and grow. Distance, it was besieged on all sides, encircled by the night of shouting; some of the embroidered shoes were lost after playing on the road; was flowers at the monument and litter dust; It was also alarmed, eyes wide open the black hole ... ...
I do not speak, but against the wind, eyes attached. Petite body hidden in a powerful spiritual force that power has been beat to death ------ cockroaches little strong, Saint Seiya called "burning a small universe", if the martial arts have an extraordinary scholar and beloved brother with armored cavalry, not better? However, many types of rivers and lakes in the martial art, good and bad, to where the Arts is the best policy it?
As we all know, the Shaolin martial arts martial arts comes as dean, seventy stunt known world, as long as the Society can be chasing one or two of them being exclusive and the world. Just, just what I have superb flower mask of woman effort to kind of like Mulancongjun with many monks and the Wu do? It seems this is not solve the problem, the United States famous Shaolin martial arts and I missed out naturally.
The castles of the world as the sudden rush of air from me, leaving only silence. I closed my eyes thinking fingertips with their own hearts, in the dark, free, and instantly a thousand miles, toward the legends of the arena.
Rivers and lakes where?
Rivers and lakes in my heart. It is the birds are flying south long grass in March, light rain in the leaf boat sway; is the Autumn Poetic long days and lonely duck flying falling clouds; is an article of Hengyang city, has a bluestone lane road, Sometimes Huqin babbling lopsided; is traveled alone in the sand groaning; is Jianqi climbed high cliff aspect; is holding flute outside the pavilion dressed in Qingshan; is vacated suddenly turn north wind fluttering hundred and eighty degree swing kicked the body's valiant heroic Zeikou ... ... arena is fast, and the heroic fight for the throne of the world.
The wind took the older generation said: rivers and lakes where there was.
After the arena is my spiritual garden, there are scores, there Jianguang, there are thorns, there are heroes and beauty. People can drink a large mouth, large pieces of meat, live in dreams, Ganaiganhen without farming fetching water, they do not go to work to earn money. Even if the poor are still happy chink Happy, the Ranger Wei's grace and pride of children rolled into one, just one night a lifetime commitment not for pleasure. Here, everyone can draw their own capacity to achieve the true glory and splendor, without regret.
How much heart, rivers and lakes have much.
Are in the political arena, I like light snow the footsteps of passing sadness, suffering, disease, ... ... in the warm sun on palm stripping do Sentimental, one begins to stretch and grow. Distance, it was besieged on all sides, encircled by the night of shouting; some of the embroidered shoes were lost after playing on the road; was flowers at the monument and litter dust; It was also alarmed, eyes wide open the black hole ... ...
I do not speak, but against the wind, eyes attached. Petite body hidden in a powerful spiritual force that power has been beat to death ------ cockroaches little strong, Saint Seiya called "burning a small universe", if the martial arts have an extraordinary scholar and beloved brother with armored cavalry, not better? However, many types of rivers and lakes in the martial art, good and bad, to where the Arts is the best policy it?
As we all know, the Shaolin martial arts martial arts comes as dean, seventy stunt known world, as long as the Society can be chasing one or two of them being exclusive and the world. Just, just what I have superb flower mask of woman effort to kind of like Mulancongjun with many monks and the Wu do? It seems this is not solve the problem, the United States famous Shaolin martial arts and I missed out naturally.
2010年12月7日星期二
Wang Chuan（二）
Its might in the north wind blew my fluctuated, untenable. My little daughter, she still kept crying, I do not know how to face life without father and mother, as I do not know how to face the darkness without her.
I sigh, I saw far away a small piece of jujube forest, there are even more distant that the poor little village, and the familiar courtyard. There, I have many relatives there. They placed me miss, tied my homesickness. I have a hand, seems to be able to touch everything, but from so far away, far too could no longer arrive.
Snow and rained, the sky everywhere, and when I actually found an old friend of old, is bent over to feed their own flowers in front of the dog, his beard and eyebrows and sorrow of years become more white. If I'm alive, I am sure will be putting on airs, but I will not be so hard, but when they go out in the children were all sitting under a tree Laohuai entrance to the village, smoking in silence, facing the rugged piece of mountain meditation, thinking about my childhood, my Niangqin, there are those unfulfilled aspirations.
The front of the village I did not come to an end piece of the road, as if connected to the life and death, light and dark, it now seems more like a door that leads to nothingness. My grandparents must have seen it, and each will be here after all the dead, into a new beginning. But they have forgotten the past, or even remember who he is, how old, why will appear here.
Look, in my body, I selected the cemetery during his lifetime, now have a tombstone erected in the fresh yellow mound before, like a label, to make a summary of my past lives.
People think I'm dead, no one knew I never close your eyes in their moment to escape from his own, like the wind living, watching their villages and villagers, and the poor and wayward daughter, no longer could not say a word.
How strange the change, ah, I circled in their graves, looking at the little girl burst into tears, thinking of the distant branches of the courtyard the snow squeaking under the weight of the sound, thinking of dawn through the window the more to more light, silently projected on the wall of mottled time ......
Oh, now I do not make people fear the ghost, just an empty shell, and my sadness, derived from those who have disappeared or are disappearing things, such as the swirling snow, endless stretches.
A few fallen leaves to the memory of the depths of the journeyman, but I still remember, before his death he has overcome many of the demons, for example, bottles, small eye teeth under the acacia trees long with the girls, as well as sleepwalking and cataracts ... ...
The one with the small eye teeth girl, became the bane of my life and the Gate of Life, her hanging to me like a fairy, watching the young white-haired old man I became, and then withdraw to leave alone, the first I lie in my grave step and waited for me, swear at me again next life should change back to a handsome boy ......
She is real, and it is nothing, like a mixture, like a flu season tonsils, Zhonghuo my life. Now, she lay quietly beside me, silently, I do not know where Soul.
If, if there is next life, I want to be a superior carpenter, traveled thousands of miles to find a length CL Wood, now built a solid coffin, funerals were the norm long with a small eye teeth, she said there are those of sleep.
Gradually, it was getting dark down, my poor little daughter suffer the face of a pair of old grave deep knock-phase, three head, tears into the village, but it could not aware of eyes peering at me, and not the concerns and wishes .
Gradually a dark emotions can not go back, alone, rapping at my heart, unable to pronounce that sound.
When a group of unknown bird my view, the evening is much farther than planned, in order not to get lost, I kept looking up toward the sky; in the wind in order not to feel afraid, I was constantly toward the earth singing.
Miao Miao Xi who wind Xiaoxiao, Fiat's knife, ah, mountain grass, as the wind scattered in every possible way of love and hate the taste.
Burst after burst of the north wind flutter around, and I eventually give way and the soul of light snow in the cold, the dark curtain slowly fell, in the highlands come to an end, the withdraw through into the loess, the last look at the life of former ______ This is the accumulation of layers of the plateau, the yellow, so each layer the same, but the more inside, the more clean and more space ......
I sigh, I saw far away a small piece of jujube forest, there are even more distant that the poor little village, and the familiar courtyard. There, I have many relatives there. They placed me miss, tied my homesickness. I have a hand, seems to be able to touch everything, but from so far away, far too could no longer arrive.
Snow and rained, the sky everywhere, and when I actually found an old friend of old, is bent over to feed their own flowers in front of the dog, his beard and eyebrows and sorrow of years become more white. If I'm alive, I am sure will be putting on airs, but I will not be so hard, but when they go out in the children were all sitting under a tree Laohuai entrance to the village, smoking in silence, facing the rugged piece of mountain meditation, thinking about my childhood, my Niangqin, there are those unfulfilled aspirations.
The front of the village I did not come to an end piece of the road, as if connected to the life and death, light and dark, it now seems more like a door that leads to nothingness. My grandparents must have seen it, and each will be here after all the dead, into a new beginning. But they have forgotten the past, or even remember who he is, how old, why will appear here.
Look, in my body, I selected the cemetery during his lifetime, now have a tombstone erected in the fresh yellow mound before, like a label, to make a summary of my past lives.
People think I'm dead, no one knew I never close your eyes in their moment to escape from his own, like the wind living, watching their villages and villagers, and the poor and wayward daughter, no longer could not say a word.
How strange the change, ah, I circled in their graves, looking at the little girl burst into tears, thinking of the distant branches of the courtyard the snow squeaking under the weight of the sound, thinking of dawn through the window the more to more light, silently projected on the wall of mottled time ......
Oh, now I do not make people fear the ghost, just an empty shell, and my sadness, derived from those who have disappeared or are disappearing things, such as the swirling snow, endless stretches.
A few fallen leaves to the memory of the depths of the journeyman, but I still remember, before his death he has overcome many of the demons, for example, bottles, small eye teeth under the acacia trees long with the girls, as well as sleepwalking and cataracts ... ...
The one with the small eye teeth girl, became the bane of my life and the Gate of Life, her hanging to me like a fairy, watching the young white-haired old man I became, and then withdraw to leave alone, the first I lie in my grave step and waited for me, swear at me again next life should change back to a handsome boy ......
She is real, and it is nothing, like a mixture, like a flu season tonsils, Zhonghuo my life. Now, she lay quietly beside me, silently, I do not know where Soul.
If, if there is next life, I want to be a superior carpenter, traveled thousands of miles to find a length CL Wood, now built a solid coffin, funerals were the norm long with a small eye teeth, she said there are those of sleep.
Gradually, it was getting dark down, my poor little daughter suffer the face of a pair of old grave deep knock-phase, three head, tears into the village, but it could not aware of eyes peering at me, and not the concerns and wishes .
Gradually a dark emotions can not go back, alone, rapping at my heart, unable to pronounce that sound.
When a group of unknown bird my view, the evening is much farther than planned, in order not to get lost, I kept looking up toward the sky; in the wind in order not to feel afraid, I was constantly toward the earth singing.
Miao Miao Xi who wind Xiaoxiao, Fiat's knife, ah, mountain grass, as the wind scattered in every possible way of love and hate the taste.
Burst after burst of the north wind flutter around, and I eventually give way and the soul of light snow in the cold, the dark curtain slowly fell, in the highlands come to an end, the withdraw through into the loess, the last look at the life of former ______ This is the accumulation of layers of the plateau, the yellow, so each layer the same, but the more inside, the more clean and more space ......
Wang Chuan（一）
Loess plateau.
Entangled with snow north, passing Gully sill, swing, scream.
Suona Sheng, the line of the white shadow and difficult to walk the edge of the field in the winding, wind tearful, dead branches on the Jackdaws hear the grief.
Running in front, a few strong figure, carrying a red coffin Phi, stopped in the field, yelling, slowly into the already dug graves.
People with children in uniform behind the knees, wailed and let enterohepatic children, inch by inch of breaking.
Snow, the sound of firecrackers, the white paper money, such as flying a lot of aloe wind, large and small sharp burning wreath, Hui Fei, Ashes to Ashes.
Just an instant kung fu, the dead man had been hidden children into the loess, leaving only a black and white photos enlarged by a handful of loess, a smile, from serene.
Barren land, snow white quietly, a swelling of both eyes, only loss was to see the north wind and fire, scattered west of the World, after a long term, both before and after death the vast.
Howling north wind swept away the mourners, there is only one she still kneeling on the grave, looking at photos of people on the child silently weeping.
The father and mother have died away all her rely on.
______ She is my little daughter.
I love and affection and my little daughter has the same smile, and she also has big eyes like Niangqin, as long as a sad eyes to his mouth fog.
She looked thin and helpless, I could not help but shed tears, tears of two lines of the cold.
Sudden stroke walk away with my life, let me say goodbye to her too late, already ...... Ghost Different Ways
Now, my body lie on the ground, the soul is free on the ground. Wind blows, I ride on the wind, and surveyed the desolate Loess Plateau have been dying and my fate, there is a familiar intimacy of the heart and rise to the eyes to become more vivid and simple, so that the age and the upper floor ......
A group of strangers bickering over the dead in the ground, why do not curse my soul to the coffin inside the report, each body shape distortions, weak and powerless.
I am not in the mood to see them one, still as alive as its own way forward, refusing to face the dark and damp walls, but no hope of floating in the grave.
I still want to see my poor daughter, still want to go looking for that all have disappeared, including some temperature and pain.
Entangled with snow north, passing Gully sill, swing, scream.
Suona Sheng, the line of the white shadow and difficult to walk the edge of the field in the winding, wind tearful, dead branches on the Jackdaws hear the grief.
Running in front, a few strong figure, carrying a red coffin Phi, stopped in the field, yelling, slowly into the already dug graves.
People with children in uniform behind the knees, wailed and let enterohepatic children, inch by inch of breaking.
Snow, the sound of firecrackers, the white paper money, such as flying a lot of aloe wind, large and small sharp burning wreath, Hui Fei, Ashes to Ashes.
Just an instant kung fu, the dead man had been hidden children into the loess, leaving only a black and white photos enlarged by a handful of loess, a smile, from serene.
Barren land, snow white quietly, a swelling of both eyes, only loss was to see the north wind and fire, scattered west of the World, after a long term, both before and after death the vast.
Howling north wind swept away the mourners, there is only one she still kneeling on the grave, looking at photos of people on the child silently weeping.
The father and mother have died away all her rely on.
______ She is my little daughter.
I love and affection and my little daughter has the same smile, and she also has big eyes like Niangqin, as long as a sad eyes to his mouth fog.
She looked thin and helpless, I could not help but shed tears, tears of two lines of the cold.
Sudden stroke walk away with my life, let me say goodbye to her too late, already ...... Ghost Different Ways
Now, my body lie on the ground, the soul is free on the ground. Wind blows, I ride on the wind, and surveyed the desolate Loess Plateau have been dying and my fate, there is a familiar intimacy of the heart and rise to the eyes to become more vivid and simple, so that the age and the upper floor ......
A group of strangers bickering over the dead in the ground, why do not curse my soul to the coffin inside the report, each body shape distortions, weak and powerless.
I am not in the mood to see them one, still as alive as its own way forward, refusing to face the dark and damp walls, but no hope of floating in the grave.
I still want to see my poor daughter, still want to go looking for that all have disappeared, including some temperature and pain.
Wind and rain, such as silk, cotton night as ...
Rain, all the time.
Hear the wind, listen to the rain, lonely night, lonely night shift than I am.
Pro, dark around me, the cold rain through the body, and missing, such as blade across the ears, making the total memory is also struggling to get out of the well-being of black bondage, and can not the night the mystery.
This time, I drop everything, leaving you.
Because I think of you, my heart pure as the stars in the night for you to write the text line by line tender, repeated practice with the forgotten. And you look like the spring sunshine, clear up, so my view.
Pro, your eyes are the seeds of a dream, hanging in the sky. I have been looking as if it is a fresh, youthful Wang, fresh very happy, very simple, so I often could not help but shed hot tears.
Away from your arms, alone, into the snow-free winter, while a burst of cold hit, freeze my dream, I sense the pain ------ This is a large pain, you gave me a gift always when inadvertently attack.
Pain, I brew a cup of tea, keep warm, warm.
Pro, ethereal tea, I only memory.
The only memory is a gorgeous stone, a wave into the heart of thousands of drops of water splashes, such as snow Suiyu, shining happiness, sadness flashes. I avoid the less, the beaten and the injuries soaked eyes, only turned around, carrying a grand forgotten.
I wonder if you have not forgotten, I frequently look back, but could not find the way to go back.
Beibi finger close to the warm, like the care of a feeling of tears, tight, willing to give up, until all the people around the sentimental silence.
The window is large roaring past winter, I heard the raindrops falling from the edge of leaves, crisp, as I dream of dying.
By the window listening to the rain, alone Zensheng was black?
Is the winter, is winter, a shower, a burst of cold. Book at first glance, then Lyric Writing Master, such a night, pick up some of the old characters turn to feel a little lonely on the heart attack.
This time, only one you care deeply, as if you are my heart's in the hands of hot tea dendrite.
Mellow tea drinking, the mood gradually quiet, peaceful. This time, I do not care about human beings, I just want you.
Want you to take a few drops of rain canopies, Surusumi to Rouchang newly sprung flowers mood to draw a ------ Ink world's rivers and lakes this is you and me, no gown, no hats, no sword, more annihilation lifetime of the rainy season is not enough, and you in them, smiling clouds, has an aroma makes the name of lips and teeth.
...... But, I always can not paint the outline of your memory in the shadow of swaying left, leaving only the ear's response and the light blue sky ......
Time really hurried away with it?
That being the case, why do my pupil is still filled with a spring bloom, each flower you are having an affair?
Not a stroke you, I can only write to you on foot Long Short Sentence factors, like how far away you alone to listen to me, I listen to a shy astringent.
Qing Ji night is the night, rain is the condensation of rain, down a long time, I could not hear, could not bear to listen to Yudabajiao, joy will meet once people are turned into tears away. But, I still think about the past, thinking about the distance of a small inn warm pot of wine and a lover who sighs and crystal clear tears, pain and perseverance with.
Follow the tea, your shadow again uncertain, let me dream, complex dream.
Deep in the Night, Garden Light closed the door, unlatched, the rain gently sigh, such a roundabout way ......
Hear the wind, listen to the rain, lonely night, lonely night shift than I am.
Pro, dark around me, the cold rain through the body, and missing, such as blade across the ears, making the total memory is also struggling to get out of the well-being of black bondage, and can not the night the mystery.
This time, I drop everything, leaving you.
Because I think of you, my heart pure as the stars in the night for you to write the text line by line tender, repeated practice with the forgotten. And you look like the spring sunshine, clear up, so my view.
Pro, your eyes are the seeds of a dream, hanging in the sky. I have been looking as if it is a fresh, youthful Wang, fresh very happy, very simple, so I often could not help but shed hot tears.
Away from your arms, alone, into the snow-free winter, while a burst of cold hit, freeze my dream, I sense the pain ------ This is a large pain, you gave me a gift always when inadvertently attack.
Pain, I brew a cup of tea, keep warm, warm.
Pro, ethereal tea, I only memory.
The only memory is a gorgeous stone, a wave into the heart of thousands of drops of water splashes, such as snow Suiyu, shining happiness, sadness flashes. I avoid the less, the beaten and the injuries soaked eyes, only turned around, carrying a grand forgotten.
I wonder if you have not forgotten, I frequently look back, but could not find the way to go back.
Beibi finger close to the warm, like the care of a feeling of tears, tight, willing to give up, until all the people around the sentimental silence.
The window is large roaring past winter, I heard the raindrops falling from the edge of leaves, crisp, as I dream of dying.
By the window listening to the rain, alone Zensheng was black?
Is the winter, is winter, a shower, a burst of cold. Book at first glance, then Lyric Writing Master, such a night, pick up some of the old characters turn to feel a little lonely on the heart attack.
This time, only one you care deeply, as if you are my heart's in the hands of hot tea dendrite.
Mellow tea drinking, the mood gradually quiet, peaceful. This time, I do not care about human beings, I just want you.
Want you to take a few drops of rain canopies, Surusumi to Rouchang newly sprung flowers mood to draw a ------ Ink world's rivers and lakes this is you and me, no gown, no hats, no sword, more annihilation lifetime of the rainy season is not enough, and you in them, smiling clouds, has an aroma makes the name of lips and teeth.
...... But, I always can not paint the outline of your memory in the shadow of swaying left, leaving only the ear's response and the light blue sky ......
Time really hurried away with it?
That being the case, why do my pupil is still filled with a spring bloom, each flower you are having an affair?
Not a stroke you, I can only write to you on foot Long Short Sentence factors, like how far away you alone to listen to me, I listen to a shy astringent.
Qing Ji night is the night, rain is the condensation of rain, down a long time, I could not hear, could not bear to listen to Yudabajiao, joy will meet once people are turned into tears away. But, I still think about the past, thinking about the distance of a small inn warm pot of wine and a lover who sighs and crystal clear tears, pain and perseverance with.
Follow the tea, your shadow again uncertain, let me dream, complex dream.
Deep in the Night, Garden Light closed the door, unlatched, the rain gently sigh, such a roundabout way ......
Iljimae（四）
Stone looked back, his favorite brave children, dressed in ordinary clothes, down her hands, laughing and joking came forward.
"Yong Son, you go out last night?"
"Oh, Daddy how you do not tighten yesterday, my hand to get separated, Oh, yesterday, a plum great, I have felt the satisfaction of everyone, huh, huh ......"
"What is this?" Stone children do not reach out yong pink ribbon in her arms, asked.
"Oh ...... this is picked from the ground, is a good smooth. Yeah? Mother do?" Yong said children hands on his lips, walked out: "Dan a child, a child .. Dan ...."
Yong children looked away in silhouette, made of stone turned to mountain cabins bolted foot.
Along the way, those who were weathered by the years, those who were dying, from the mind flashed, and then the pain to the extreme, mountain water is also the wind tears.
Iron-cocking the request silently in the heart of God for mercy, not to disrupt the present life, so that their children can and a piece of Dan, and Yong children, living to old age.
Hurried footsteps, he looked up to find that, as early as a few warm-tree Warbler war, the heart is more painful, badly suppressing feelings, how can the spring; please? Can?
"Yong Son, you go out last night?"
"Oh, Daddy how you do not tighten yesterday, my hand to get separated, Oh, yesterday, a plum great, I have felt the satisfaction of everyone, huh, huh ......"
"What is this?" Stone children do not reach out yong pink ribbon in her arms, asked.
"Oh ...... this is picked from the ground, is a good smooth. Yeah? Mother do?" Yong said children hands on his lips, walked out: "Dan a child, a child .. Dan ...."
Yong children looked away in silhouette, made of stone turned to mountain cabins bolted foot.
Along the way, those who were weathered by the years, those who were dying, from the mind flashed, and then the pain to the extreme, mountain water is also the wind tears.
Iron-cocking the request silently in the heart of God for mercy, not to disrupt the present life, so that their children can and a piece of Dan, and Yong children, living to old age.
Hurried footsteps, he looked up to find that, as early as a few warm-tree Warbler war, the heart is more painful, badly suppressing feelings, how can the spring; please? Can?
Iljimae（三）
Wringing is the angel of the Qing state, cheering the heart comfort that all civilians, they have gone about with a smile.
Only one person looked at the direction of the disappearance of a plum, absence of standing in open space.
He is a brave child's father, stone.
Stone saw a Meida Xia wrist a pink ribbon tied, and his family courage to which the child the morning the same color as the arms of surmise.
Do, a plum is his courage children?
Yong child was actually a plum?
Well, those childhood memories, children want to up the courage? So he wants to revenge for his family, he is not going to kill yourself?
Panic, he suddenly remembered his own log cabin, mountain cabin!
------ Mountain cabins in the basement of a plum off his armor, hanging on a rack, then remove the mask, revealing his face.
Extremely delicate face of a Zhang Wuguan!
Hanging in front of him, is a picture of the plum full House, he and his young parents and sister in their yard, sitting or standing or sitting plum tree, the same care and smile.
"Father, I have to find out the murderer to kill you, take him to plead guilty in front of you! Father, father ......"
Looking at the on-screen family, a plum burst into tears.
......
The next morning, the town people found murdered along the governance of small good courage is suspended high above the tower, therefore, have surrounded over, let him for the dead Road Qian, even more people Nuhan: "Kill him , shun revenge for the good! "
"No, if you kill him, we, and he is a class of people." Leung Shun indignant mother said with tears.
How can such a broad mind, how many people?
"A plum is our king!"
"We take him to the palace!"
Feeling ran high, even when the Emperor made a decree to have to pay tribute to the people, saying that some thorough investigation of the matter.
"Plum! A plum! A plum!" It was once again rallying cry, quietly picked up the Qing envoy's son do not live up to expectations, anger dare not say. Yong children's adoptive father of stone standing in the distance, a worried frown.
"Father."
Only one person looked at the direction of the disappearance of a plum, absence of standing in open space.
He is a brave child's father, stone.
Stone saw a Meida Xia wrist a pink ribbon tied, and his family courage to which the child the morning the same color as the arms of surmise.
Do, a plum is his courage children?
Yong child was actually a plum?
Well, those childhood memories, children want to up the courage? So he wants to revenge for his family, he is not going to kill yourself?
Panic, he suddenly remembered his own log cabin, mountain cabin!
------ Mountain cabins in the basement of a plum off his armor, hanging on a rack, then remove the mask, revealing his face.
Extremely delicate face of a Zhang Wuguan!
Hanging in front of him, is a picture of the plum full House, he and his young parents and sister in their yard, sitting or standing or sitting plum tree, the same care and smile.
"Father, I have to find out the murderer to kill you, take him to plead guilty in front of you! Father, father ......"
Looking at the on-screen family, a plum burst into tears.
......
The next morning, the town people found murdered along the governance of small good courage is suspended high above the tower, therefore, have surrounded over, let him for the dead Road Qian, even more people Nuhan: "Kill him , shun revenge for the good! "
"No, if you kill him, we, and he is a class of people." Leung Shun indignant mother said with tears.
How can such a broad mind, how many people?
"A plum is our king!"
"We take him to the palace!"
Feeling ran high, even when the Emperor made a decree to have to pay tribute to the people, saying that some thorough investigation of the matter.
"Plum! A plum! A plum!" It was once again rallying cry, quietly picked up the Qing envoy's son do not live up to expectations, anger dare not say. Yong children's adoptive father of stone standing in the distance, a worried frown.
"Father."
Iljimae（二）
Government to ban everyone demonstrating in front of justice, even if kicking and never leave. Only their hands, is a mass of small wet cow dung, used against the officers and soldiers armed with Weaponry.
They just want a fair discussion for the dead!
Zhao Ting officials said the Dalits were Quedui emperor engaged in rebellion, holding the hands of the dry cow dung, ready to fire, explosion. Thus, the presence of the emperor ordered all the men and women to archery, Do not get caught.
With the order, the rows of well-trained soldiers raised his bow and arrow unarmed people.
No turning back!
People who know what to do without Gushan Liang, but closely guarding their own side of the body of their loved ones.
At this point, I heard from the tower Upload thundered, such as a heart of stone into waves, attracting everyone's attention, but also a lever to stop the momentum.
At night, right in the tower above a one broken hair, face mask, black tights people, toting swords, marched murder rule Yong.
"A plum!"
"Is a plum!"
......
Who is the legendary black plum!
Is stolen gold and silver circulated to corrupt the poor people of a plum!
Silk clothing is food stolen from the palace where the plague had risked his life to be forced to give the patient a plum isolated!
Is to make the court angry and helpless in a plum!
Is to make people across the country are very respected Iljimae!
Every time something will be left behind to steal a picture of a plum a plum blossom pattern.
A plum is the people of God, and the people of the king!
In case of the savior of the helpless people, cheer, joy.
Confusion is the men!
More confusion is the rule Yong's father, the angel of the Qing state: "Governance Yong, Yong ah ......" I rule
All the men turned toward the tower, ran to a plum.
Iljimae will be tied up in the government deliberately Yong upside down in walls, turned and drew his sword and flock to the soldiers fight.
The dark, an arrow pointed at a plum quietly from behind, meaning the government ban looked far in front of people, shouting, but I do not know how to help him.
En color stood beside his brother, the public en color sub-adult daughter, brother, ho does not hesitate to draw the sword, arrow shot hidden soldiers.
Iljimae Wensheng look her dark eyes brighter.
Seeing more and more men, one Meiti the government hanging in the air from the brave, good in the first pull on the rope to slide into the distance, such as a meteor, from the night sky, from all over the line of sight and disappeared in the color of the night.
They just want a fair discussion for the dead!
Zhao Ting officials said the Dalits were Quedui emperor engaged in rebellion, holding the hands of the dry cow dung, ready to fire, explosion. Thus, the presence of the emperor ordered all the men and women to archery, Do not get caught.
With the order, the rows of well-trained soldiers raised his bow and arrow unarmed people.
No turning back!
People who know what to do without Gushan Liang, but closely guarding their own side of the body of their loved ones.
At this point, I heard from the tower Upload thundered, such as a heart of stone into waves, attracting everyone's attention, but also a lever to stop the momentum.
At night, right in the tower above a one broken hair, face mask, black tights people, toting swords, marched murder rule Yong.
"A plum!"
"Is a plum!"
......
Who is the legendary black plum!
Is stolen gold and silver circulated to corrupt the poor people of a plum!
Silk clothing is food stolen from the palace where the plague had risked his life to be forced to give the patient a plum isolated!
Is to make the court angry and helpless in a plum!
Is to make people across the country are very respected Iljimae!
Every time something will be left behind to steal a picture of a plum a plum blossom pattern.
A plum is the people of God, and the people of the king!
In case of the savior of the helpless people, cheer, joy.
Confusion is the men!
More confusion is the rule Yong's father, the angel of the Qing state: "Governance Yong, Yong ah ......" I rule
All the men turned toward the tower, ran to a plum.
Iljimae will be tied up in the government deliberately Yong upside down in walls, turned and drew his sword and flock to the soldiers fight.
The dark, an arrow pointed at a plum quietly from behind, meaning the government ban looked far in front of people, shouting, but I do not know how to help him.
En color stood beside his brother, the public en color sub-adult daughter, brother, ho does not hesitate to draw the sword, arrow shot hidden soldiers.
Iljimae Wensheng look her dark eyes brighter.
Seeing more and more men, one Meiti the government hanging in the air from the brave, good in the first pull on the rope to slide into the distance, such as a meteor, from the night sky, from all over the line of sight and disappeared in the color of the night.
Iljimae（一）
Sunset.
Yuemingxingxi, Ukraine magpie flying south.
Mountains in a quiet, skinny spring quietly walk, the cold wind, the moon on the rise in the ranks.
The moon rose up, he stood on the hillside bluestone, holding a sword.
The sword is very heavy, no life, but close to the eternal, flashing his dedication and light.
He always remembered his father's words, to use live sword, save, save all the kind and worthy people.
Therefore, he is not easily sword.
If the sword out, there must die.
Then it's most bloody people.
A meteor across the sky, brilliant light of a short, brilliant!
He does not blink in the blink of an eye looking at the meteor, if it were a distant dream.
Dreams do not belong to him!
Waiting for his only reality, only the cruelty!
------ Angle in the mountains, the scattered light, such as the sea, the heaving. When a wind blows, occasionally the government will cut down the mountain in front of justice cries, crying, into the hills.
It was his fellow townsfolk hundred miles radius, is prohibited with the meaning of confrontation between officers and men of the government, denouncing the culprit.
Crowd, there is all sorts of pet of his father and mother had a red stone child, there are anxious to follow his life Shun Feng lovely girl, with his stubborn with small to large, more public life, he loved as the daughter of ex sentenced to adult Choi ......
They are good little girl came along for the death to seek justice.
...... Just this morning, on the narrow streets, the son of the Qing state government Yong drink messenger riding a tall horse, speeding past wherever he went, chaos.
The little girl picking good homes along middle of the road is falling ------ pink hair band hair band is her brother gave her courage children. She has a dream and want to grow up, marry cute yong children brother.
Hear the chaos of the hoofs, she has not had time to stand up to heavy foot down horseshoe.
If a soft leaves, petite figure falls, silent.
Did not take seriously the people's rule of life Yong, Yang was the first smile, and galloped away, and his family continue to laugh, drink and friends to play mahjong!
Angry, not just good parents along, and saw the matter as well as Feng Shun grateful folks.
Yuemingxingxi, Ukraine magpie flying south.
Mountains in a quiet, skinny spring quietly walk, the cold wind, the moon on the rise in the ranks.
The moon rose up, he stood on the hillside bluestone, holding a sword.
The sword is very heavy, no life, but close to the eternal, flashing his dedication and light.
He always remembered his father's words, to use live sword, save, save all the kind and worthy people.
Therefore, he is not easily sword.
If the sword out, there must die.
Then it's most bloody people.
A meteor across the sky, brilliant light of a short, brilliant!
He does not blink in the blink of an eye looking at the meteor, if it were a distant dream.
Dreams do not belong to him!
Waiting for his only reality, only the cruelty!
------ Angle in the mountains, the scattered light, such as the sea, the heaving. When a wind blows, occasionally the government will cut down the mountain in front of justice cries, crying, into the hills.
It was his fellow townsfolk hundred miles radius, is prohibited with the meaning of confrontation between officers and men of the government, denouncing the culprit.
Crowd, there is all sorts of pet of his father and mother had a red stone child, there are anxious to follow his life Shun Feng lovely girl, with his stubborn with small to large, more public life, he loved as the daughter of ex sentenced to adult Choi ......
They are good little girl came along for the death to seek justice.
...... Just this morning, on the narrow streets, the son of the Qing state government Yong drink messenger riding a tall horse, speeding past wherever he went, chaos.
The little girl picking good homes along middle of the road is falling ------ pink hair band hair band is her brother gave her courage children. She has a dream and want to grow up, marry cute yong children brother.
Hear the chaos of the hoofs, she has not had time to stand up to heavy foot down horseshoe.
If a soft leaves, petite figure falls, silent.
Did not take seriously the people's rule of life Yong, Yang was the first smile, and galloped away, and his family continue to laugh, drink and friends to play mahjong!
Angry, not just good parents along, and saw the matter as well as Feng Shun grateful folks.
Half moon climb（二）
They carefully read some of dynasties, and death come and go, and then enter the hurried retreat, mountain temple, or the Huaihe River brothel, with the lute, with the wooden fish, a drop of sound, piling up the bitterness to the world and dreams, silently portrait, even if Jianxue Plum , the expense.
Against the wind when she was a glass of Qin, a Han tile, people in search of the Peoples of their own shadow, they found, all of them are their own, all of them and not their own ......
Gradually, the joy of the heart were more sad.
She closed her eyes, but not wanted, scattered in the corner of Othello child, have played, traveling all the old to start a war.
Shiny dagger and arrow on the bowstring who should spell out who exactly is?
She Qiaoli water, clothes and thin, his eyes dazed.
Lighting confusion, transformation. Face scattered in the wind constantly updated with, they accidentally left lying in the grass in tears, have become the past.
Who occasionally drink into the ages, countless rivers and mountains give the Six Dynasties, the earth substitution?
Wang Jin Millennium Yanbo, ugly on the raw end of the net once, she forgot herself.
Wind, cloud Chung, did not touch the setting sun into the snow-capped mountains, the darkness rushed over, no one saw her sorrow.
This would seem to have passed her life!
Desperate, she loudly, calling himself God.
God does not appear, there is the half moon.
Half moon climb, hiding all this winter, plum, call out the aroma, then regret it the waters off the cover she had to go.
Hidden in Jianjia through the moonlight, she saw a white horse came across the music, Deng Hua thin to do, ten thousand Rouchang for his blessing put on clothes, more than a fictional god!
Friction between the soul and the eyes sparkle, suppression could not stop the excitement, like the tide overflowing the night.
Moonlight on the run, the Buddha illuminates water's edge, she and her small universe of mind and let her sink into the shadow of the bottom rolling, the glittering waves of water.
Time, a quiet, moonlight and the United States, a number of well-being in the night inexplicably nervous.
At this point, if you go through, will see a plum the same woman, overflowing beautiful sadness, singing sweetest song, leisurely away: "End of career, Cape ... ..."
Against the wind when she was a glass of Qin, a Han tile, people in search of the Peoples of their own shadow, they found, all of them are their own, all of them and not their own ......
Gradually, the joy of the heart were more sad.
She closed her eyes, but not wanted, scattered in the corner of Othello child, have played, traveling all the old to start a war.
Shiny dagger and arrow on the bowstring who should spell out who exactly is?
She Qiaoli water, clothes and thin, his eyes dazed.
Lighting confusion, transformation. Face scattered in the wind constantly updated with, they accidentally left lying in the grass in tears, have become the past.
Who occasionally drink into the ages, countless rivers and mountains give the Six Dynasties, the earth substitution?
Wang Jin Millennium Yanbo, ugly on the raw end of the net once, she forgot herself.
Wind, cloud Chung, did not touch the setting sun into the snow-capped mountains, the darkness rushed over, no one saw her sorrow.
This would seem to have passed her life!
Desperate, she loudly, calling himself God.
God does not appear, there is the half moon.
Half moon climb, hiding all this winter, plum, call out the aroma, then regret it the waters off the cover she had to go.
Hidden in Jianjia through the moonlight, she saw a white horse came across the music, Deng Hua thin to do, ten thousand Rouchang for his blessing put on clothes, more than a fictional god!
Friction between the soul and the eyes sparkle, suppression could not stop the excitement, like the tide overflowing the night.
Moonlight on the run, the Buddha illuminates water's edge, she and her small universe of mind and let her sink into the shadow of the bottom rolling, the glittering waves of water.
Time, a quiet, moonlight and the United States, a number of well-being in the night inexplicably nervous.
At this point, if you go through, will see a plum the same woman, overflowing beautiful sadness, singing sweetest song, leisurely away: "End of career, Cape ... ..."
Half moon climb（一）
Light blue sky is very quiet with winds blowing, this is a beauty about a dynasty plum and her story ... ...
Fingers crossed the sun the earth, a plum tree blooming attracted to the flame of my heart, and a pretty plum branch south through the wind, leisurely down to the water, suddenly turned into a simple and elegant woman, a smile forward, sometimes on the water Fenfei, sometimes Lingboweibu, Shenqingruyan, clothing tactic fluttering.
Puddle of water, such as the gorgeous silk, glowing slightly in her foot wave, increasingly lively, charming.
Suddenly, she was admitted to the pace, not into the bottom, like a naughty child, despite the undercurrents in the stream, let go of all the white fish, watched them towards the sea.
Surface trace of the joy unspeakable in her mouth, as if their desire is her long-standing dream.
Entanglement around the plants, such as a fish, she leisurely surface.
...... Around the lake is surrounded by mountains, snow-capped mountains!
Hill angle, the snow covered pavilion is short Pavilion, is the snow bridge canoe is covered with white willow.
Land so, How can we help people nostalgic heart health?
She Minzui smile, jump jump from the water.
Shore, but not from the reality, there are string and wind sound, the Ruqirusu, those red-faced or painted face, those who Tsing Yi Ling Yu, appeared in every corner, and those sitting on the stone, drunk eyes, the faint flash .
In a flash, a film such as demon, bending, incense, hold in mouth from people's tears.
Unlimited curiosity, so she popped the body falls the water.
At this time, sit Duanqiang above, among the old temple, there are people standing on the edge of the pavilion, with the look to her, their funeral books than she can see the image more lively and real.
Do not say anything, she did not say anything, just quietly and watch four, hope all directions.
Tender wind that carried over, surrounded by Limbo Rush, followed, shaking the Lingyu chaos, there is the issue of loud roar.
Fingers crossed the sun the earth, a plum tree blooming attracted to the flame of my heart, and a pretty plum branch south through the wind, leisurely down to the water, suddenly turned into a simple and elegant woman, a smile forward, sometimes on the water Fenfei, sometimes Lingboweibu, Shenqingruyan, clothing tactic fluttering.
Puddle of water, such as the gorgeous silk, glowing slightly in her foot wave, increasingly lively, charming.
Suddenly, she was admitted to the pace, not into the bottom, like a naughty child, despite the undercurrents in the stream, let go of all the white fish, watched them towards the sea.
Surface trace of the joy unspeakable in her mouth, as if their desire is her long-standing dream.
Entanglement around the plants, such as a fish, she leisurely surface.
...... Around the lake is surrounded by mountains, snow-capped mountains!
Hill angle, the snow covered pavilion is short Pavilion, is the snow bridge canoe is covered with white willow.
Land so, How can we help people nostalgic heart health?
She Minzui smile, jump jump from the water.
Shore, but not from the reality, there are string and wind sound, the Ruqirusu, those red-faced or painted face, those who Tsing Yi Ling Yu, appeared in every corner, and those sitting on the stone, drunk eyes, the faint flash .
In a flash, a film such as demon, bending, incense, hold in mouth from people's tears.
Unlimited curiosity, so she popped the body falls the water.
At this time, sit Duanqiang above, among the old temple, there are people standing on the edge of the pavilion, with the look to her, their funeral books than she can see the image more lively and real.
Do not say anything, she did not say anything, just quietly and watch four, hope all directions.
Tender wind that carried over, surrounded by Limbo Rush, followed, shaking the Lingyu chaos, there is the issue of loud roar.
Dusk, such as cotton, flowers a dream（二）
After two days of weather that will be a substantial cooling in the winter has been in close proximity.
The face of cold, warm hands warm heart How do I?
Plain rich, folks seem to all clothed, sit back and relax, no one discovered that I am still empty-handed, look bleak.
Sad, is not destitute, just because you lost.
Call stringed, drawing the left eye, I find along the way a virtual you.
Lin flowers will wilt, can not take away my thoughts of clusters, even years, they can only let my love keep warm, like a fish ------- endless swimming in the water go, always enthusiastic, and even plants can make it around a half a day.
Hazy sky of fog, is a sparkling river, and I was one of a swimming fish.
Look, the two sides on the gravel plain, filled my door waterfront dream, a gentle wash to wash the words, lyric, confession.
've Had enough mud and water, and the vicissitudes of life, cried moonlight, Xiao Sheng and bamboo flute, I'm still alive, swimming, swim to a have your direction.
Gradually, the light faded.
Road and shoes, summer and autumn, King and the Concubine, heaven and earth ...... for Love with each other, and I live in the world, for you, toward the end of time, nap.
Fog, like the cat gently, a little bit of spread, stained white houses, the streets, but also cemented the tiny drops of water, such as mustard wet clothing with lawn and human cheek, so I can drift with the clouds between the ribs, the pace more and more light , more elegant, like the twilight, alone over the plain.
This time, my mind is quiet, light is my obsession.
But, in the fog, in the nine ileum rough, I did not in the Piedmont, stop the water. Because, knowing you are on the other side, a bridge to cross burning in my eyes, I can not see the shadow of been stuck in some of the shore, knowing that you are the gold jade, I just can not put your heart melt in your hands into the blood, and only a few meters away the shore, down to despair. This is my pain, my sorrow my pain I do nothing, this is the edge that is life this is what I can not escape the love!
Throughout the ages, generation after generation in the story, you and me one after numerous, hilarious tangled hair with the pillow in the end scenes, the drama about their lives, played many games sentimental thing. Now, why do you why do I do not have a way to each other?
Hazy fog, tanka when crying.
Years too, I am unable to dream of drifting you, only turned away, wandering alone in the fog.
Because of you, I'm wandering alone, like a pool of youthful, seemingly quiet, in fact gorgeous. Even if the mist soft hands, wet heart, I finally could not bear to say it, afraid of waking, life and broken dreams of a quiet pool ... ...
The face of cold, warm hands warm heart How do I?
Plain rich, folks seem to all clothed, sit back and relax, no one discovered that I am still empty-handed, look bleak.
Sad, is not destitute, just because you lost.
Call stringed, drawing the left eye, I find along the way a virtual you.
Lin flowers will wilt, can not take away my thoughts of clusters, even years, they can only let my love keep warm, like a fish ------- endless swimming in the water go, always enthusiastic, and even plants can make it around a half a day.
Hazy sky of fog, is a sparkling river, and I was one of a swimming fish.
Look, the two sides on the gravel plain, filled my door waterfront dream, a gentle wash to wash the words, lyric, confession.
've Had enough mud and water, and the vicissitudes of life, cried moonlight, Xiao Sheng and bamboo flute, I'm still alive, swimming, swim to a have your direction.
Gradually, the light faded.
Road and shoes, summer and autumn, King and the Concubine, heaven and earth ...... for Love with each other, and I live in the world, for you, toward the end of time, nap.
Fog, like the cat gently, a little bit of spread, stained white houses, the streets, but also cemented the tiny drops of water, such as mustard wet clothing with lawn and human cheek, so I can drift with the clouds between the ribs, the pace more and more light , more elegant, like the twilight, alone over the plain.
This time, my mind is quiet, light is my obsession.
But, in the fog, in the nine ileum rough, I did not in the Piedmont, stop the water. Because, knowing you are on the other side, a bridge to cross burning in my eyes, I can not see the shadow of been stuck in some of the shore, knowing that you are the gold jade, I just can not put your heart melt in your hands into the blood, and only a few meters away the shore, down to despair. This is my pain, my sorrow my pain I do nothing, this is the edge that is life this is what I can not escape the love!
Throughout the ages, generation after generation in the story, you and me one after numerous, hilarious tangled hair with the pillow in the end scenes, the drama about their lives, played many games sentimental thing. Now, why do you why do I do not have a way to each other?
Hazy fog, tanka when crying.
Years too, I am unable to dream of drifting you, only turned away, wandering alone in the fog.
Because of you, I'm wandering alone, like a pool of youthful, seemingly quiet, in fact gorgeous. Even if the mist soft hands, wet heart, I finally could not bear to say it, afraid of waking, life and broken dreams of a quiet pool ... ...
Dusk, such as cotton, flowers a dream（一）
Mist from the east, the plain seems like paradise.
Hazy, I step lightly, riding white green water, the two sides, Castle Peak snowflake.
City to fog face wash, what to do to turn on lights, the vehicle is no longer in the high and mighty fuss past, carts, cars, regardless of grades, have become a creep, so slow down the rhythm of the city.
Unexpectedly, and a wonderful work out of the fog color, a warm open, hazy with, moist with, dense with, that time of the gas field, as if one hand, combative, denied all of my life, superficial encounters, ultimately willing to bow to you, Mo worship.
I smoke and mirrors, head Yang scared, delighted the soul of a joy, the potential a small cup, You Youran pour out of a natural landscape a gorgeous bright color.
Claustrophobia, fog, non-fog ......
Fresh, ever green under the branches of the orange; elegant, like the hands of the slide of silk; vast prairie like Tiyin Hulunbeier distant. I think this is you.
I long to touch your charm, you are my ups and downs of the landscape.
Heart I love, like your mood is a little girl outside the window looking at the fire burning palatial luxury room, in the snowy days, eager to go in, keep warm. Crackling fire burning in the room were a man warming himself, reading, having a few, vast term of life and death.
Quietly, brilliant flower of my life.
Fog, the wind the more weak, the temptation will be.
I do not casually say love, just cautiously grabbed the soft grass, dust the light, the fog will be a lot a lot a unique smile and your intimate collection.
Unconsciously, your smile faded fog. I was removed in the mist, shouting your name. My sadness, my thoughts, along with melt into the fog, blurred Xu Xu continued.
The white fog, a chilling ......
Hazy, I step lightly, riding white green water, the two sides, Castle Peak snowflake.
City to fog face wash, what to do to turn on lights, the vehicle is no longer in the high and mighty fuss past, carts, cars, regardless of grades, have become a creep, so slow down the rhythm of the city.
Unexpectedly, and a wonderful work out of the fog color, a warm open, hazy with, moist with, dense with, that time of the gas field, as if one hand, combative, denied all of my life, superficial encounters, ultimately willing to bow to you, Mo worship.
I smoke and mirrors, head Yang scared, delighted the soul of a joy, the potential a small cup, You Youran pour out of a natural landscape a gorgeous bright color.
Claustrophobia, fog, non-fog ......
Fresh, ever green under the branches of the orange; elegant, like the hands of the slide of silk; vast prairie like Tiyin Hulunbeier distant. I think this is you.
I long to touch your charm, you are my ups and downs of the landscape.
Heart I love, like your mood is a little girl outside the window looking at the fire burning palatial luxury room, in the snowy days, eager to go in, keep warm. Crackling fire burning in the room were a man warming himself, reading, having a few, vast term of life and death.
Quietly, brilliant flower of my life.
Fog, the wind the more weak, the temptation will be.
I do not casually say love, just cautiously grabbed the soft grass, dust the light, the fog will be a lot a lot a unique smile and your intimate collection.
Unconsciously, your smile faded fog. I was removed in the mist, shouting your name. My sadness, my thoughts, along with melt into the fog, blurred Xu Xu continued.
The white fog, a chilling ......
Late autumn, as you rush for your stay
See also the full moon.
River, the water's edge, I Dimei Rush.
Empty bags, thin clothing.
Moonlight embrace me in your arms, fingers crossed quiet gentle plains, leaving behind a pale blue.
That night in Chengdu, dark flow, endless fields, the scattered light wind gently, so that ink on paper usually drain the plains suddenly vast and full hide all of their gradually dim, and gradually deserted, and gradually subsided.
Even if the stock market noise, the property market boiling, this years, this life, still depressed.
When the moon fell dead branches, in my eyes changes with light and shadow is a foreign land, walls, people sitting on mahjong table, cold eyes ......
This time, it was silk clothing nocturnal, some tossing and turning, and those Lost Souls of the prodigal son who staggered in the cups, sorrowful eyes, what for whom in whom absence hurt?
All the stars blinking, and no one answered.
Anxiety, panic, Tolerance thoughts ......
Membership by the train whistle, the birds in my heart towards you.
Where you have the hometown of the sun, and sorghum wine flavor, there is still a Shaanxi Opera, a confused, babbling sound of his mother's bright lights, every dream is a honey dipped.
And I've tried Sanshiliuji, can not come to you, only floating on the plains, from dawn to dusk, to drift into an empty shell themselves, useless.
Gust of wind, swing plain, shelter deep in the alley.
I looked up to see your smiling faces of friendly and co cunning Ji moonlight slowly reached down from the sky, let me nowhere to hide.
And you send me those dreams, those dreams do not wake up, there are those who are repeatedly opened and closed plot, in this late autumn wind, and repeatedly tapping the verse me speechless, I had to look forward to a meditation immortal.
Day and night, all to carry on.
Could not resist not only the time horizon there you apart.
In the breath between the look of love you can always wake up my memory.
Neem trees in memory is green, day and night growth, full of, is the night we were talking about art and life, and pain, persist, and no desire to describe, and write those words, only you and me poetry.
Under the moonlight, falling so light, past so heavy ......
Passing from the eyes of the past air-dried into a drop of tears hanging on his cheeks, hot.
Walking alone in the plain, I think you again and again, like some secular terms, such as: fate, World, Concert, this life, even at a loss until the loss of the eye.
Cause the world, and sometimes truly sudden, surprise.
Your previous life, I have missed; afterlife, too slim, also do not know who to wait for you in the ginkgo tree. Therefore, I do not expect, just want to live in this late autumn in a place full of roses, where you have a fence, moonlight, a faint sound could be heard in the spring. Every day, you can smell the aroma of my stir-fried vegetables, and I can see every time you looked amiable smile.
------- Dream too, have become a burden.
Want to go, and want to rest assured that the days of rolling-oriented, but unfortunately, those were the heart have a beautiful gesture to plot the total cross in the heart, so that everything is eclipsed.
Human customs million, why a little sympathetic, actually make me so drunk? Among these, whether there had been penniless? Asked the ending, but also with drunk apricot days after it?
Youzi month alone, as I wandered, saying nothing.
I do not think that those non-stop sadness came from the darkness, decorate my Love's waterfront, knew it, actually has become pieces, such as the vast expanse of the white reed flowers, tear up a little bit of the wind, scatter.
Highlights dashing, as thoughts of the loss.
His back, the moonlight pouring in my eyes, so that tears the guests.
Duras said: "We cry, to say do not say. We regret it can not love each other. We simply do not know anything."
But I know you came for love, never a bit away from.
Not the glass together, to do with roses.
Moonlight Through the silent, Italy honestly, I hurried away, end of the road, without you.
The wind go back to see hundreds of Jiuqi volume term fall into the eyebrows, a small woman from makeup is not flourishing.
River, the water's edge, I Dimei Rush.
Empty bags, thin clothing.
Moonlight embrace me in your arms, fingers crossed quiet gentle plains, leaving behind a pale blue.
That night in Chengdu, dark flow, endless fields, the scattered light wind gently, so that ink on paper usually drain the plains suddenly vast and full hide all of their gradually dim, and gradually deserted, and gradually subsided.
Even if the stock market noise, the property market boiling, this years, this life, still depressed.
When the moon fell dead branches, in my eyes changes with light and shadow is a foreign land, walls, people sitting on mahjong table, cold eyes ......
This time, it was silk clothing nocturnal, some tossing and turning, and those Lost Souls of the prodigal son who staggered in the cups, sorrowful eyes, what for whom in whom absence hurt?
All the stars blinking, and no one answered.
Anxiety, panic, Tolerance thoughts ......
Membership by the train whistle, the birds in my heart towards you.
Where you have the hometown of the sun, and sorghum wine flavor, there is still a Shaanxi Opera, a confused, babbling sound of his mother's bright lights, every dream is a honey dipped.
And I've tried Sanshiliuji, can not come to you, only floating on the plains, from dawn to dusk, to drift into an empty shell themselves, useless.
Gust of wind, swing plain, shelter deep in the alley.
I looked up to see your smiling faces of friendly and co cunning Ji moonlight slowly reached down from the sky, let me nowhere to hide.
And you send me those dreams, those dreams do not wake up, there are those who are repeatedly opened and closed plot, in this late autumn wind, and repeatedly tapping the verse me speechless, I had to look forward to a meditation immortal.
Day and night, all to carry on.
Could not resist not only the time horizon there you apart.
In the breath between the look of love you can always wake up my memory.
Neem trees in memory is green, day and night growth, full of, is the night we were talking about art and life, and pain, persist, and no desire to describe, and write those words, only you and me poetry.
Under the moonlight, falling so light, past so heavy ......
Passing from the eyes of the past air-dried into a drop of tears hanging on his cheeks, hot.
Walking alone in the plain, I think you again and again, like some secular terms, such as: fate, World, Concert, this life, even at a loss until the loss of the eye.
Cause the world, and sometimes truly sudden, surprise.
Your previous life, I have missed; afterlife, too slim, also do not know who to wait for you in the ginkgo tree. Therefore, I do not expect, just want to live in this late autumn in a place full of roses, where you have a fence, moonlight, a faint sound could be heard in the spring. Every day, you can smell the aroma of my stir-fried vegetables, and I can see every time you looked amiable smile.
------- Dream too, have become a burden.
Want to go, and want to rest assured that the days of rolling-oriented, but unfortunately, those were the heart have a beautiful gesture to plot the total cross in the heart, so that everything is eclipsed.
Human customs million, why a little sympathetic, actually make me so drunk? Among these, whether there had been penniless? Asked the ending, but also with drunk apricot days after it?
Youzi month alone, as I wandered, saying nothing.
I do not think that those non-stop sadness came from the darkness, decorate my Love's waterfront, knew it, actually has become pieces, such as the vast expanse of the white reed flowers, tear up a little bit of the wind, scatter.
Highlights dashing, as thoughts of the loss.
His back, the moonlight pouring in my eyes, so that tears the guests.
Duras said: "We cry, to say do not say. We regret it can not love each other. We simply do not know anything."
But I know you came for love, never a bit away from.
Not the glass together, to do with roses.
Moonlight Through the silent, Italy honestly, I hurried away, end of the road, without you.
The wind go back to see hundreds of Jiuqi volume term fall into the eyebrows, a small woman from makeup is not flourishing.
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