Another one, fall down, no sound of silence. The whole world is deathly quiet. Cold, lonely. Leaves - leaves cast a teardrop, Now that fall to why and then bend over to pick up. Like to walk barefoot on the beach, many days as ambled feet, receded, without a trace.
Here is like a dream, hallucination, desolate. No one will care about them, care about the fragility of life and small, I'm sitting here, so watch them again and again wither gradually drifting into the distance, the wind blowing, and then slowly went down.
Blossom. I bathed in the sun, watching the front of all, laughter, song, lost, wandering ... and perhaps, sometimes losing is not a sorrow but a beauty. The rhythm of the rain the wind slightly tilted. Flowers by the blow of the rain, bursts to sway. Stepped forward, hand won that tender flowers, I smell it charming fragrance, slowly remove the hand, as if the flowers do not like the bondage, but rather this went down. I can not help but feel sad for it. Got up, raised his head, looking at the sky and the beautiful rainbow that rain quiet. Hearts the sentimental instantly disappear without a trace. Rendering the entire sky to the beauty of the rainbow, bird the Shu Zhanyu wing gently across, there is no sound, the world still.
All in the past, will be the swan song of life.
In the past, I do not want memories. Memories, only good memories, the memory will always be little passing. The past is the past, do not stick, do not worry, they will eventually be forgotten, like a fallen leaf in the autumn, to be forgotten.
Dressed in a cold wind blew the solitude of the summer. The cold disappeared, leaving only a large amount of gentle, white rendering of the world, the entire campus covered with snow, white warm into the heart. There is no sun in the sky, I can not see its shadow, overcast, fuzzy, quiet, sitting in the car home, and deliberately chose a window seat, I like it there. From the bag to come up with GJM [summer solstice before the arrival of the grade book, sad ending. Will open the window a trace of slits, the wind constantly drilling and blowing my bangs, it seems that everything is just an illusion.
Home, an lonely and my heart went to his room, lying on the desk last did not finish the article. To open their own QQ on-line habits of stealth, watching a no color gray elephant, loss to open the music box, listening to the TV drama unchanged looking at, I really want to go look up the wind, looking at the rain, looking up the dream to give me strength to make me stronger. came to the desk, no the purpose opened a yellowing of the book after another, to smell more and more concentrated, sophisticated, and they are the same color and autumn dusk, I did not, as usual, overlooking the sunset, because I know that when the sun In the light of its golden powder thrown into the world, it takes away all breathing, to see the beauty of any thing.
Hands Didi still dripping walking four weeks is really good and quiet, in addition to the grinding sound of the pen and paper. Darkness enveloped the whole room, in addition to the lodge with a micro-pink table lamp on the desk. Slightly side of the head to catch a glimpse of the next to no writing jobs, is the function that channel title, X and Y in the end what is the relationship? looked up at the surrounding chaos, all surrounded by numerous between the X and Y, could not move how I want to listen to moving sounds of nature, spreading its wings to embrace their own light. the reality before us, I can not escape, and to tightly pegged to it, I want to go beyond it, I will. cloud carrying my dream, and the birds will affect my hope, give me the right direction, sailing, sail.
Sitting under the desk lamp that says the old story, do not know why. Recall once, those are the dream time, so from the pen between the flow away, tired, and fell crazy in bed clinging to the hair, and then deathlike sleep.
I was back here, watching the familiar, and suddenly found the road ahead was so far away, perhaps, tomorrow I will set foot on a distant road, never-ending. Even so, I will in this the starting point of the road, until the moment that lofty light injection, back to square one he had lost the compass and let it lead me forward direction, straight ahead, never stops.