laughing

Shou’s quiet here, has been used to look at this pool quiet, the occasional sign of trouble, a wrinkle lake, I can still see the clean Wang. Often sit here and employ their own way of relaxation, such as the faint white clouds which occasionally Jingwo, Huer, Travel sky, blogbourse and the lake come and go, I illuminate the Yingzong. 

Who are trying to retain those words, the idea is sometimes very strong, spring, summer, autumn and winter, the four seasons cycle have gone through. Traces of flowers, and how many of the faint smile lingering in the chest, a symbol of knowing a word of the chapter off, around-ying in mind, there are days when you also change the air fresh and cool, would not say that permanent, for fear of turning a You go on from. 
Who once said, flixya now laughing their own shallow, Xiangshou days, j-breeze.jp is the no-regrets song reverberated in my heart, with a total beating heart beat, the emotion of the pink cheeks. Wonderful poem is self-evident, the more Yue Yin Chizui. 

This cold side room, I sang “Small Town Story”, which Fang Jing, I have read, “Lou Shiming,” whether “Yueyang in mind” the magnificent, or “Yulin Ling,”  hamazo.tv the euphemism cold, and on the bottom of my heart Just cry is always the same size, and my soul like this through much of the essence. 

End of the World is the euphemism of the Song Dynasty,bienvoir the Tang Dynasty romance is right close by home, and how far away is the End of the World or right close by home, I am free here. Of those, every sentence, the words letelegrammeare broken, Xu Tao, Su Jing, sweet, light fragrance to stay, even though I know that the flowers bloom only in the Night qlep, and heart slowly opening flower, with strong, but I This would rather rooted in an evergreen.

Naduo flowers

    with the right hand grasp the edge of the ridge of grass and stretched out a little flutter of his left hand finally is enough of, I am pleased to Zhijiao. When she could force a pick, also fell into the water, scared I Youku also known as the channel for irrigation, alerted to the fields of the village, they came from a grandmother to save water Up.

     Grandma up, hands still clinging to Naduo flowers, and I have to hold fast to the grandmother cried. It has in the past 30 years( Carpet Cleaning ), since like, my heart will be pain and blame themselves for being a child of ignorance. 

   Grandma is not the principle I Chongzhao, according to me, I still can not forget. The small-time grandmother, said: “I grew up, bought a lot of Ma Bing and bake cake for you.” Every time I heard the grandmother said, laughing wrinkles on the face of the flowered.(Wouxun KG-699E )Unfortunately, I have grown up, she was in the 1980s and never left us, and I no longer have the opportunity in front of his grandmother in a fractious and Shualai.

   More than she would like to hear me a shout: “I would rather red, great grandmother’s eyes ah!”

Tears of the lotus

Tears of the lotus 
    Lunar New Year in June, the village is open lotus season. Hawthorn each passing saw flowers open, with a total reminds me of one thing when he was a boy. When I was six years old, the lotus is open season. One day, she accompanied me to go( Puxing PX-888 )vegetable, the vegetable field in a high ridge on the Great Lakes. Grandma was busy vegetable plots in the loose soil to dig, I play on the ridge. ( Puxing PX-777 ), all of a sudden see a lotus Shenzhe head, as if they can reach out to pick. Arguing with his grandmother to pick on. Grandmother came to a halt in the hands of the living, reached the edge of the ridge Shile Shi hand, said: “Xiaoning red, ah Goubu Dao grandmother.” I do not want to be, pestering her grandmother, she’s living place tangled up big on the apron Wang Dexia Lai.

    Min Zhezui grandmother looked at me, the wrinkles in the mouth wide smile: “crazy girl, so deep water, and grandmother out of reach, falling to how to do.” I did not care about Niuzhe body, crying, the grandmother could not bear to , I pull up, patting me the lime-soil: “Small ancestors, grandmother to pick you, you have to pick ah.” Poti and I laughed. She reached the edge of the ridge, little by little to move the edge, enough to reach out enough( WOUXUN KG-689), not enough, and a tentative move forward, or out of reach, she bent the waist, and boldly to the ridge of the Bajiao Shen The following edge, half a body had been hanging in the air.

   Shi Leshi hand, almost, then, she has carefully forward to the move, she is the liberation of the foot, usually wear their own to do a round Hak The mouth of the cloth shoes, her fear of the ridge edge of the slip soles

paper book

“Cold feelings” of extremely dim, is not a perfect one another into a state ahead of time, we are in the treasure at the same time to slow down and wait for the other party with its own synchronization, and there is no deliberate and artificial. In fact, a lot of things in life are destined to the Ming Mingzhong, stored in the hearts of the other party has given a beautiful, in every moment of quiet time will be reminded of the light, it is a beautiful Qian Nian, is not all imagination and understanding The. 

Moderate “cold” Let sentiments own beautiful, hazy and not lose the reality of you, not the reality of deliberately virtual true of you. A lot of responsibility and the moral of the way so that we can not go to tell the truth, to pursue, then we can only mature way to deal with our longing for the United States, to adopt a rational approach to the feelings of calm in a distant ray of light Qiannian miss. Thin, the dough, gently, with a beautiful and truly touched by stroke of carving his own soul, pen Diaozao a beautiful soul in-depth. 

A page in the blue color of the paper book, like a leaf boat filled with the beauty of four seasons with the sentimental wind, the rain poetry, Smart mines, electricity and agile, quiet drift of the sea depth in mind .......

Artemisia

The search for a perfect end to the search for a thousand years of dreams, in the late autumn, to find that the myth about love. 
Today, with your company, which has become the distant romantic, right? With your company, the dream will not be full? 
When I test the thoughts of your touch, you look in the eyes of my confusion. Wind, with a smile, a touch of that at this time, you leaned in next to my heart. 
Feelings of desertification, it needs shade, in the depths of the desert, I use half of your heart and heating, while the other half has already set off, looking to find a love you. 

Hui remnant of the evening, so put a simple line of sight. 
My line of poetry, or depression, or a warm figure, which had been hastily. You know, it is not based on my feelings, many have had only my imagination that I frequently appear in the poetry of years, has only a false image, but in my solitude, and feel themselves Loneliness is not a means. Xu Yan’s heart, I have been waiting, waiting for you to have a really, my Shouzhua in your hands, the tightly. 
So desire, from a season gone through another season. 
Some cold water, and even some slightly sad reflection of all. I am in the eye of the vicissitudes of life, injury is a tragedy of the fall pregnant. Occasionally jump thoughts and let the water float to the surface trace of the dead ripple, to push away yesterday. 
Late in the evening, I like it in the text, hovering. 
You are a shining eyes, to walk in my line of sight. , Yes, do not close their eyes, I see you, my heart is watching. Percussion keyboard hand at this point in time, you feel at this moment in time, the pleasure is in the beating. 
The coldest month, such as hooks, fishing love light. 
If the thoughts of Artemisia, in the autumn wind raging lingering at night. Murmur of a gust of wind from the window Zhicuan into my room, the night will play up the more far-reaching means. 
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sequence

In the fall on the go, lonely sigh Cantabile. 
There are a fallen leaf, to listen to. Qiuchong listen to the growing weaker Ni-nan, listen to the roar of the wild west wind, just want it to be a casual listener. It knows that reality and the distance between the desire; know it, after all, the fall is further and further away from the … … 
To reach out and let us Ten led with, let’s touch each other in the cold, defeated, so that from the bottom of my heart warm to the fingertips. I like that some of the leaves, not to take their own future. 
Walking the fall of the tail, I have to do things on molle. In the lone, I met you. 
The wind in the trees swaying, like a naughty child. At this moment, you feel the sound, thoughts are jumping out of my mind to go look for you. 
You say, I am your all, are forever. And you just feel I do? Can not touch you, you know, I am not so quiet heart, I will always be thinking. 
You and your dependent, in late autumn this. 

In the fall, the leaves all over the floor, feeling miserable sorrow always linger, not romantic. 
Yes, there is no romantic! 
“Dong wine in the evening, there is surplus Anxiang sleeves, to MO is not ecstasy, west curtain volume, than the thin yellow.” Nameless like to miss the first Aiwan, like the phrase “people than the thin yellow” famous through the ages. In its own interpretation of the imagination, “Indus rain and even take up to the evening, bit by bit, to sequence, how a Zile De worry?” In the imagination of sorrow, only the interpretation of their own romantic. Overseas Shipping Containers Used Cargo Container Ocean Freight Container Container Ocean Freight Rate

One year

    Time in the afternoon, the father in the yard to teach our understanding of medicinal plants, herbs are familiar with each of the origin, shape and pharmacological effects. I hope that we can learn from the father of medicine, doctors can do in the future.

   However, we do not like a few, though not mind that, in order not disappointed father, his father taught serious, or very hard. But later, older sister and I really learned the doctors, nurses made a sister, although I have a medical school, eventually diverted to other duties, does not meet the wishes of his father. Here, I live all day long and happy life, enjoy nature, plants, green, brought about by the warm sunshine.

   One year, my father is sick, usually looked at the health of his father seriously ill suddenly, we are very worried. In the years to come, the father often the disease, we often fear, I will not see him on the scared to death, looking around. How I wish his father as they used to live in a healthy manner ah! The courtyard of his father’s no longer care, the growing depression, the mother has been taken into account by the often find a remedy, they quickly tried to let his father, in the end, his father was gone, I cry Tianhundian, I know that in the future Days, you can not see a father figure. 
In the absence of his father’s day, we finished on a number of brothers and sisters, participated in the work of a mother who lives in the empty courtyard, the old guard, watch over the green house, waiting for a distant thoughts as the mother … … Like his father before, carefully operates in the yard of all, old and slowly growing old together. Finally one day, we have to convince the mother moved into town, a large old houses have been locked in a heavy lock, lock my happy childhood days, the father locked the warm love. 
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落葉旋轉的舞姿

看著落葉旋轉的舞姿，才知時光的韻腳已和在九月的足音裡。遂將默默的希望寄予收穫的金秋。 
　　 
心情是這樣暖暖得橘黃，像這滿園的九月菊，怯怯盈盈，淡雅清香，迷醉微醺。 
　　 
你在上一個菊香的季節，牽過我的手，看過舒卷自如的閒雲之趣，沐過溫潤纏綿的月光之浴，從此，心睡在如玉的銀盤裡，懷擁一個銀河架橋的夢想，再無需索。 
　　 
於是，我開始蘸著虹的彩墨，在銀月鋪下的素籤上，畫出如煙似霧的輕愁，十指翻飛，從指間流出的款款情愫，幸福憂傷，流淌成曲，瑟瑟和鳴，吟過的詩，寫過的文，醉過的心，瀰漫你的味道，獨成我一曲，除非你，無人能聽懂。 
　　 
你在月下靜神聆聽，卻無點滴批註，平靜的心湖掩藏著滾滾波濤。我眼裡湧動成河，唯是為你。我仍是這樣敏感不能自抑的女子，時時惆悵在繁盛的月夜。卻讓心海慢慢沉靜於各自的湧動，終不去驚擾彼岸的美麗。 
　　 
綠意褪盡，花落殘紅，我仍披一身的陽光撲入這秋。那些匍匐在心底的痛惜，也成了期待的一組樂音，悠揚在清秋的這抹鵝黃里，為這蒼涼的的季節，點綴些悸動的生機，緩沖一下疾走入寒冬的步履。我心仍是暖暖滿滿。因為，我知你回來過，在這悠揚裡迷醉過，徜徉過。你在我月夜下的窗外，久久地凝視，深深的流連，抖落下你一身溫暖的氣息。即使再擦不到肩，牽不到手，我卻留在了你永久的夢裡。 
　　 
一如昨夜，那略帶羞澀的弦月，裝飾了你一夜美麗的夢境。 
　　 
脈脈無語的的思戀，是我給你的別樣的風情。那些最美的過往，最好的時光，只需記住，掩在心底，在心底開出一朵小花，美麗芬芳，時時嗅聞，默默沉醉，就會芬芳的一生的時光。 
　　 
今夜，弦月漸滿，不再隔窗張望，你的眼神也如這溫柔的月光一樣，暖暖的沐浴我。只待你塗抹這一筆暖色，只待你銜接這一季輪迴。 
　　 
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秋風含情

秋風含情
　　 
從南方走來
　　 
用落葉
　　 
能否訴說
　　 
我心中酸楚的期待
　　 
　　 
　　 
我的思想
　　 
駕御南去的雁翼
　　 
帶著淳樸的鄉民風俗
　　 
和紅豆的情感
　　 
甜潤你的咽喉和笑眼
　　 
　　 
　　 
空間的變奏器
　　 
響聲振顫華夏大地的樹梢
　　 
這振顫聲裡
　　 
有呼喚也有回應
　　 
唯一缺少的就是香醇的眼光
　　 
　　 
　　 
我把這種期待
　　 
遙寄白天的雲朵
　　 
雲朵用小雨向我訴說
　　 
我又向夜晚的星星陳述
　　 
星星眨動醉人的眼波
　　 
　　 
　　 
無奈的情況下
　　 
我把心情寫進詩稿的小窩
　　 
讓時間沃野
　　 
等待明年春季
　　 
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