Gamut of human flourishing, looking around the vicissitudes of life, a lonely heart adrift in the Red Dust. Years like water, quietly flowing, I was on the boat gently flowing water leaf, both sides see the beauty of countless, voiceless accompanied by pleasant listen. Aoyama long, smoke curl, flowers; wind flute playing, wonderful sounds of flowers, the flowers of melancholy, grass desolately sigh, the crowing of the birds. Once beautiful, flashed in front, in the memories of rain echoed.
The wind gently blowing, heart skip a faint ray of sadness that, wound not yet healed, I wonder if this wind to be blowing when? Pain, pain. Yela silent, Fengguowuhen, unscented flowers, clouds horizon who adopt? Who embroidered crimson sunset? Who will pick wildflowers on the ground? Despite flowing between fragrant flowers in mind, despite the clouds and varied changes in the eyes you; let the sunset crumple microwave in the heart of the lake. But who can see through all of life's clouds are beautiful, everything is never ending dream scenery, everything is imagination dream Whispering Color vicissitudes feelings. Once beautiful, heart lake Huangyou, but earthly landscape has long been seen through, leaving an incomplete heart chilling in tears inside.
Picturesque dust, ink, such as paint rooms, look back at the lights dim searching, just across thousands of miles, chasing the clouds flying month, my going around in circles in the night, the Rainbow Bridge into it in the daytime, two a different time, different scenery on both sides, two different situations, who could wear shoes barriers of time and space, I will be with illusory dreams around in a circle, trapping difficulties and obstacles, trapping thousands of miles feeling of sadness, trapping a regrets of youth? Sometimes there will ultimately be a dream, a dream Mo insist no. Who do not understand this truth, but I like night and day but often troubled my heart sink into a seat very odd dangerous mountain in autumn, I staged a tragic drama in the pursuit of the sun inside; in Autumn air dry to a grain cereals Shakes the Barley, I watch that golden harvest in a cornfield, watch a golden dream.
Quietly awakens the sleeping mind, everything will be transparent to melt the heart, carnal bright I, just for the sake of a happy result. When heart filled children dream of flying, the phrase Abas, lay bare the blockade long window of heart. Tears have dried, the heart is dead, when to pick up the pieces of a dream, his hands gently put together, eyes focused, strong and illuminate the sail, the result, whether to do it water to the poor, sitting watching clouds from time to time?
Young hearts feel much weathered, wet endless rain and snow, looking up the heavens, tears children again and again, overlooking the earth, a vast. Who would mind complaint? Suffer in silence, secretly heart-breaking. God knows, the clouds know, the heart knows. Three thousand black hair ask clouds, a military uniform went prospects. Which was March three flowers, roots everywhere tears garments.
Walk the Line Journey, three thousand miles clouds and moon. Four Seasons will come, how the flowers open? Four Seasons childhood, with spring. Every flower blooming innocent smile. Mouth curved, bent a mother loving care; lips Yan Yan, Yan father out familiar figure; laughter Lang Lang, Lang out the true meaning of truth companions. Like spring, even if the flowers bloom, the smile still bright sunny.
Growth, the test of whether you want to receive all four seasons, fate, wind, you're too arrogant some of it, I will shake steady pace blowing east west Akira; Rain, you're too violent it, my dry clothes shower have water stains stained; Cher, came some of it heavy, and my deep footprints heavy cover; sun, hot and some of it comes, I will be sober-minded sun spinning. http://www.daiqiyang.com
Grow in, whether destined to be abandoned to their fate? Remember the old friendship, talk about ideals, about life, about a little secret between the girls. Love to read the same novel, a love for the same ill-fated heroine tears; love is touched by the same plot of the movie, a love for the same idol danced with excitement. Do not understand why like-minded, have to like each other because a boy and mutual suspicion. I do not know who betrayed whom, I do not know who hurt someone, I do not know who is contrary to the original promise?
Grow in, whether you want to see through human? The most helpless, knowing that the other side is wrong, have to have a benefit, had to appeasement; most heartbroken, is obviously looking at his marriage is breaking up, have to face their own hard not endure another strong emotion; most aching is obviously to get along for decades to love each other close friend, at the time of their most sad threw a relentless do not understand.
Growing heart-breaking, like a knife in my heart draw in the next round after round of bright red blood, has been kept flowing, who lives winter dip, red whose vast snow. Thousands of thoughts, a multitude of things, Lang Lang heaven and earth, who can transfer? The future of a vast road, drizzly winter snows fall heart. He asked days, give me a warm sweatshirt you? Day silence, made me see that the snow outgrew Samuume. Asked to, we can sweep the ice to stagnation in mind for me? The silent, but let me hear the snow almost certain seeds that burst of sound. We had to ask ourselves, can return to his childhood listening to blossom, busy watching the calm Yunjuanyunshu do? Silent heart, made me look back on that long-lost tenderness.
Injury a few years, a few years of sharpening, a few years back. Injury not fade away, but let Samuume exposed branches, winter snows Qi Han, but lost the will Samuume such as steel like iron. Sharpen not passed away, let the cold lake water to slowly melt, ice thickness as the wall, but give way and the lake that surging stream of Juan-Juan. Looking back does not die, but let's decorate sad memories, poignant and sad, but can not stop the spring flash for Love.
Is not no hate, just days tell me that the rain always been; not without blame, just tell me, snow is actually a kind of harsh beauty; not without injury, but the heart to tell me that life is a cycle of seasons, when you experienced, felt, and understand that too, he found, always maintain the beautiful state of mind, calm emotions, contented miss, the endless gratitude, life will give you the same return and low tide.
Grow, not terrible. Terrible is your heart will never grow up, do not comprehend grow bitter and sour bring you four seasons of life. Learn to grow up, learn to fall and then getting up, learn to properly treat the wrong setback, learn to brave the sun.
What dream does not seem a clear outline. Childhood, dreams of a sweet candy in your mouth, sweet at heart; youth, dreams get a little lucky money, stored for a long time, but reluctant to use; when the flowering season, the dream of talk about a great love, but only a person's own unrequited love. College, the dream to find a decent job, dreaming their dreams, eventually become a bubble.
What dream, it seems to emotional needs. Dream is no longer a lonely keep a lonely city, I am a person living in their own world. There is no friendship, no love, no passion, there is only a sad and lonely in-depth bone marrow. I was in the castle behind bars, facing the outside world, to see everyone bright smile, see them hand in hand, to take active steps in the field of hope in, how much you want, abandon this dark cold dark of the city away, ran among flowers, with their golden run in the midst of joy, the cheering, talked about the present and future. But, I have experienced that deep hurt ruthless, no longer escape his cage.
What is the dream seems unattainable dream Qiong Yao. Dream can ride in the world's writing, swimming in the ocean in the text, spent basking in the sea of words. Step by step, a snow a winter, spring breeze touch of green, a ray of light hot truth, a bad cut over and over autumn. With views of the four seasons, painted mood seasons. Text, is a touch of bright colors, apply my mind blank character, charm long song is the first treatment my mind that strands of red sadness; the text is winter in the warm sun, warm my already disillusioned, Xinrusihui loneliness.
In the end, or a person to keep his dark castle, relying on words to warm, like that little bit of intimate friends, like a lover's guardian, like the care of their loved ones, like a little sustenance in the emptiness, the power of words, just do these do?
I do not know. Beautiful feeling, not by writing a brief career accumulation made; sad lonely, not by the warmth of the exterior cover text cover the floor; strong and fearless, not by pretending to write a few sonorous inspirational prose can be achieved; out Castle, embrace the outside world, there is no income read thousands of books from thousands of years and years to comprehend is not long.
Years ruthless, people love, hurt, the pain too, cried, which was dead, and what awaits us? Is a topsy-turvy thousand pregnant drunk, or forget the pain, embrace the sun, cheerful feelings? Life and death, are fixed edge, only their own destiny, their feelings, or firmly in their own hands, he has died once, and are afraid of the unknown difficulties and obstacles on the way?
Ten million kinds of loneliness, it is time to end, looking for a good person, to accompany me to see the Spring Moon, accompany me steady, who that would be, I think, it should be the newborn from sinking in yourself!
In front of the dream, the flowers open in the spring; wings of a dream, is your strong, let the sun shine into the dream, hold real warmth, you will find that dream ending really is a line to the water to the poor, sit when watching the clouds!
Quietly knocking years of window frames, doors opened the door called the four seasons, all in all, it seems like a dream, that is distant and so close; both dim and yet so real; both painful and happy little rippling laughter; both absurd it was disclosed that some kind of course; both sad and intertwined with unparalleled beauty.
Step by step of the way, but their heart is barren. Heart of spring, always, sat a field, waiting for my man sowing, however, waiting year after year in spring and autumn came, flowers and flowers fade, until a person is quietly dejected. Herald of spring, show me hope to open a door leading to another world? What not to do, just to have a pair of large, strong hand on my delicate hands, stroll in the mortal world, rely on me, gave me a gentle, kind to the land of my mind a gift of joy, sadness accompanied me through years.
Rained from the sky, shed tears nowhere to escape, fall into my palm, I clearly feel that tear across the lifeline of the palm, that line is disconnected, destined to hit you not get rid of all the bad luck, tears attached rain, sonorous on the palm falls, the heart was pain struck ringing. Walking through the heart of summer, there will be a thinking man, when it rains, an umbrella for me, let me sad raindrop spread into the prehistoric; there will be a thinking man, as I gently wiped the tears on the eyelashes drops, do not let it slip again from the broken palm in; there will be a thinking man, on a sunny morning, I was sent a pregnant milk, feed me freshly baked toast ...... this I do not know a dream in the mind clear and hazy there have been many times. Qingsu faint, deep feelings, unconsciously into brewing a cup of moonlight, moonlight brewing temperature of love, but no one knows, the moon fall to the ground, but spilled a place of sadness ...... http: // www.daiqiyang.com
I never admit that love can turn back to the depths of light. For a failure of love, how can easily forget? How can they breakup? How can we say love is not love? Autumn Ponds, a dry bottle and dry leaves, lonely sun, lazy stroking lifeless rivers and ponds. Summer lotus, so charming, so pure, so lightness finds, like the pure love when we was young. Then the rain, we often rivers and ponds in the corner, propped transparent raincoat, wearing shorts, tell jokes, singing children and enjoy the beauty of the heart like drinking sweet as honey. At that time, we do not know how to refuse lonely, beside more than one person, as if shining a century; more of a like mind, as if you owned a beautiful happy; heart more of a worry, as if he is my the world. When the relationship is broken, the heart of summer, where the sky is no longer blue; there are clouds, not elegant; there are flowers, no fragrance, leaving only beckon The red, rendering still a wonderful world, but difficult gorgeous my sad heart.
Cold winter wind still Piao, Plum proudly open, Samuume that tree branches against the wind in the cream, lightly standing, Enron smile, pink bloom with good times. Wind came, it fragile body, exercise a strong will; snow heavy pressure on its head, with its fragile soul, the fate of the baptized. A plum, one hundred plum, flowers like roots, Empress Dowager. That Huakaibubai roots: to die for love Concubine Xiang Yu, waiting for the love of Chen Lu, King and share those Qingzhao, Lu You and Tang Wan separate Acacia ...... whatever their love can blossom on them, are there is a weak feelings, stoic voice, compassion soul.
Winter soul, still cold. Under the snow were numerous, and that branches on Mount Emei covered with sparkling snow and frost, snow, lovely looking, cold wind, a vast. Covered with a coat of snow, there is a different kind of beauty: snow like a naughty elves, spinning in the wind, light dance, falling in the branches, condensed into frost, branches as if out of the bath fairies, the smooth white skin, so that all men dumping. Afar, the mountain steep, steep and straight, exactly like the one dressed in silver armor of the samurai. Ten million branches, such as full-blown crystal beads, reminiscent of this atmosphere, very elegant, forceful magnificent mountain like a warrior holding a bit of bride wearing pearl Coronet, dependent phase at the misty cuddle.
Through four seasons for decades, how many laughter, dash of music; how many tears, dash of sad; how much infatuation, dash of worry; how much hate, resentment dash. Ups and downs, later, would not have memories; scores Melancholy, later, would not have to care about; merciless destiny, past, stop complaining. Only got up and wound as motivation, trying to find, be patient, take a right at the time and place of a right, to meet some people.
In the spring in mind, we should learn to sow, so as to harvest the seedlings of love; in the summer in mind, we must learn to own an umbrella, so as to separate the rainy season through grief, not to hurt in love; in mind in autumn, to learn to get rid of the pain of lost love, not to indulge in sentimental in autumn; winter in mind, to learn that the snow proudly blooming Samuume make themselves develop perseverance, indomitable character, to learn emotional difficulties once in another perspective on love, will feel once love and obsession, once lost and pain, sorrow and loss, but also a beautiful landscape.