2011年1月4日星期二

Snow flower snow flower

Snow flower snow flower

I said: "Ah, how well the moon ah snow"
Said: "Yes you are stupid on the Internet, it is reflective snow ah"
Yeah, I've seen just look after the sun shining on snow snow that bright light, really never seen snow this late at night, that light, the dough, like the moon is so quiet, so beautiful beautiful.
I stood on the balcony looking at a white, fluttering triumphantly looking at the snow, fell on magnolia trees, blossoming like a huge cotton, my heart child drunk, drunk in the snow in the ... ...

Also in the room shouted Mr.: "Mei, you are not afraid of cold ah"
Washing, sleeping, lying warm in bed, and that the snow is still floating in front of us. Quilt made of cotton, I, a cotton aged woman walked into the cotton-like snow ... ...

I do not know when to begin, people were spending more than women. Was young, I never thought it took cotton. Day to see a "woman flower," the article, saying that six-year-old woman is cotton, I know, I have a winter snow, and only a moment of beauty. Although there was little life of frustration, but I did not sad, because I understand that every woman is a flower, some brilliant, some ordinary, but no matter how the laws of nature are the flowers bloom. Sickness and death is that everyone must face, since the shore of life is death, it would not take advantage of the shore when the sea of life, a good swim. I like the warmth of cotton to give my family, relatives gave me, gave my friend.

I had ten years old pear-like white; twenty years of age had a peach-like color; has over thirty years of age rose-like charming; there have been forty, peony-like atmosphere; have had fifty years of age orchid-like light; although it is cotton, and feeling good. Without the pressure and burden to yourself and want to do, like to do with the keyboard, knocked past, present, and wanted to say, play to their obligation to spare doing the editing, see your text published articles to see other people have my Editor's Note, in particular, the editorial authors say they are satisfied with my time, my heart to hi microphone cable....

Increasingly thin thick calendar, and finall

Increasingly thin thick calendar, and finally, only one out. Afternoon, only one off the calendar, put on a new 2011 calendar. The moment it is removed, the heart of inexplicable emotion. Year's time, a year of years, such has passed, silent. Seem to recall last year, today, I have had the same moves, the same mood. But, time goes by, the end is not the people's will.
Passage of the years, the world is the face, is a rich experience, the accumulation of a life. Whether sad or happy, whether it is idle or busy, whether it is empty or full, whether it is boring or positive, Father Time will not change a person's stay, it is always so fair, so calm, so calmly, from your fingers touch, away from your ear, indifferent gaze from your ages.
Standing on the corner end of the year, staring back, then walk all the way left or deep or shallow footprints, there dash idle, dash busy? That left all the way forward or back of a clear or fuzzy, there dash of sadness, dash of laughter? That lopsided way of life, a bit rugged, a bit flat? How many lost, how many harvest? Fine thoughts, life seems complete banquet flavors, ups and downs, all in place. But, perhaps, the character decided to live a life. And then a big pain, no amount of trouble, after all, can not be the mainstream of life. Smile for life, laugh at life, treasure has, is happiness. I think the only way will be happy, have fun.
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Early spring, roses in the streets, wafting incense special day, a car accident, fall from the sky, the sudden blow suddenly disturbed our normal lives. Relatives lying in the hospital suffering with death struggle. As a junior we, in addition to the Shihou thoughtful, careful cooking, and more, from the depths of the soul pain and torture.
I finally understand some things, and only personal experience, and will have a clear insight into feeling. Experienced the test of life and death, know, live, is the greatest joy! Alive is the greatest satisfaction! Alive is the greatest pleasure! Only bearish, and want to open, and in the subsequent walk, to laugh about all that life gives us, be indifferent to the real intelligent, quiet attitude. Although I do not yet reached the realm, but I will work hard toward that direction forward.