That once missed, a turn will be lost.
Your sweet smile outside the window, I do not think that is knocking on the door of my room, that age, prefer not to like f
That once missed, a turn will be lost.
Your sweet smile outside the window, I do not think that is knocking on the door of my room, that age, prefer not to like frivolous. You threw a bouquet of flowers outside the wall, hesitant me, how also refused to bend down and pick up that beautiful.
That night, that moonlit night, deep in the mountains of the avenue, the only avenue that can lead to the future, I hold your face, can finally so close to appreciate, such as jade as bright, if the branches of the newly ripened apples as vivid, through so bright moonlight *, I can finally look at your eyes, in the four eyes of the moment, oh, youth, in my chest bombardment, my rushing Blood splattered all over the mountains, long broken, I was actually so holy that I didn't know what to do. That night, foolishly, I thought that was all there was. While you snuggled up to me angrily, I said ", finally I can look at you so boldly!" Night, so quiet that you can not only hear the heartbeat, not only can hear the blood flow of the fine melody, and can even clearly hear the valley grass a draw a long sound.
Just like this, you and I missed in such a quiet mountain field, although the universe that night, only you and I left, we finally missed. But how did you ever know, that night of the moonlight, illuminated me for 30 years. That once missed, is actually a real teenager Fanghua!
A turn will be lost, such as meteors in the sky of regret abruptly crossed, is never find back the youth. That night, after that night, your hidden doorway to accept the line * hasty me. You light colorful a person sleeping naked posture, more noble than Venus, do not see half of the flaws of the beautiful. 30 years have passed, I read that night an idiom but more and more pithy and clear: the beauty of the beautiful! If, if I had to describe your youthful body, it would be "beautiful"! That night, the night after that, the blood does not flow, the heart does not beat, only rain, the rain outside the window is getting bigger and bigger, I stood for a long time, like admiring Angell's famous painting, do not dare to touch a touch. I knew you were awake, and I was breathless with your beauty. Between the two rivers of love and morality, I chose the latter.
Unbeknownst to me, that night's rain was 30 years at a time. When I returned to the rain in a state of shock, I had the courage to shout "I - love - you -", while the rain poured down, and my hoarse voice disappeared into thin air. The first thing I'd like to say is that I don't know what I'm talking about, but I'd like to know what I'm talking about!
It's like a white horse passing by, 30 years ago, the wind and flower month just like yesterday, brushing past is actually the most of life, and when I look back, a kind of beautiful regret, so that I feel helpless in the higher realm of life's beauty.
More than thirty years ago, I stood at the starting point of youth and looked into the future, as if people waiting for the sunrise before the dawn looked into the horizon, looking forward to a bright. Everyone's youth has had a period of pure white time, with all kinds of dreams, innocent friendships, ignorant favorites. When you saw an airplane flying overhead, you wanted to be a pilot in the future, to have the same freedom as a bird, to soar in the blue sky. Watching an idol's concert, I fantasized about being the one at the center of the stage, with lights, applause, and screams. I like a girl simply and without reason, and feel that there is no one else like her in the world, but I still don't have the courage to confess my love for her. There is a group of die-hard brothers, eating and drinking together, skipping classes together, bullying or being bullied together, brothers have the most perfect ****productivism. Youth is simply thinking that if you work hard enough, your dreams will come true; it is clinging to a simple like and believing in love; it is foolishly hoping that the brothers and yourself live in that ****productivist circle and never grow up. This is the youth, can have wild and unrestrained ideals; can be undistracted to like; can be bold and cloud dry to dash.
Now, I stand in the bow of the boat, looking at the end of the sea, against the current when the boat, accompanied by my left and right only a silly dog. The various dreams, as if blowing bubbles into the air one by one disillusionment. I didn't get to fly in the sky or stand in the center of the stage, but I drifted above the sea. I will not go to impulsively release those youthful anger that has no place to rest, will not go to wantonly put those desperate love in the last days. Time passes, youth settles, and the teenager who can squander time and emotions at will is also fading away. I slowly understand the meaning of life, know the responsibility of survival, the daily repetition of work also has a different meaning. I cherish the time in front of me more, in the ordinary ordinary work to work hard, to learn, to improve themselves. With labor to create good conditions for their own families, to learn to make progress in order to better complete the work. The only thing you can do is to cherish your youth.
If life is a long river, youth is the long river in the most surging rapids; if life is a song, youth is the song in the most high melody; if life is a trip, youth is the journey in the most beautiful scenery. When youth has passed away, those become the best nostalgia. I have heard my mom tell the love story of her and my dad. At that time my father worked in the grain purchasing station, my mother went to sell peanuts, only picked to go fifty pounds of my father weighed sixty pounds, my mother thought she was at home weighing the wrong the next day at home and weighed fifty pounds to sell, my father or give her sixty pounds to weigh, and then they met and fell in love with each other and got married. A very simple story, but when my mom told it I could see the smile on her face from the bottom of her heart, this is the best memory of youth. Perhaps many years from now, when I am old, my descendants will ask me about my youth. I will also be full of smiles to tell them about my boat, I walked through the sea, where I lit a beacon light, where I dredged a channel, where I built a dock.
Youth has passed, but in the heart of the long survive.
A world of destiny, a few obsessions, the smoke wave of a few more sadness with the clouds, the red dust road is long, a few degrees of prosperity to return to the flower residue; a love, but can not escape from the fireworks cold, a cavity hope, can not retain too much of the separation of the gathering, a section of the love half of the glazed scroll, it is difficult to continue to write the love of the red dust.
The night sleepless cold moon like a hook, how to solve the death of Irena, a wave of cold with the falling flowers flow, do not know the return date with the time to be thin; the age of the old can not withstand the amount of thought, turn around, has been a disappointment, look back, has been disappointing. Spring and Autumn several times, the first acquaintance of the gentle has been mottled invasion, messy fragments of a few times after the sinking and floating, splicing out the original picture, leaving a pale, with the wind and dust gradually far away.
Stranger smoke and rain, haze a few days, there have been a few times to ink all the dye, to give poetry to the lovesickness, light incense burned out, the moon is not sleep, write all the fame, lonesome empty leaning on the fence; look through the waters of the autumn, the darkness of the night and the wind is high and the moon is single, a few wisps of thoughts into speechless, sigh! There have been a few times to put the past on hold, with the wind and snow to see the flow of years, how can the bottom of the heart boat, the ripples of the blue wave is difficult to level the heart of the family, the mountains and the water is difficult to block a trace of love; fall dust, pressure not leakage of the spots of sadness, love is shallow, can not be swept away by the silence of the shadow, inadvertently the tentacles of sadness has been lengthened.
The wind over the leaf fall, a place of mutilation, a few wisps of dust settled, full of flowers, instantly has become a lonely monologue, the splendor of thousands of people, difficult to resist the idea of the difference, look back, you are at the end of the world, from now on, strangers apart. Often pious Buddha, not for reincarnation, only to bury a touch of heartbreak, return to escape in the quiet corner, not to be remembered by the world, into a wisp of wind and dust, and then not be mentioned.
The past how to say, the midnight wind roaming through the threshold of the hidden, disturbed the dream of the messy, unbearable vulnerability, instantly flooded the whole city, soaking wet lapel through the couch of the cold, do not feel the warmth of the hands to grasp the grasp of just a curtain of dreams.
Knocking on the lintel of memory, lifting the heart of the past, the empty window lattice has lost the brightness of the past, picking up the years of paper, half a pool of ink stained with a ride, the broken heart of the pen full of barren, if we say that we lost too much of this life, there has been the same loss? If the corner of life once again met, and can do a grip? The lack of years left behind, full of earthly heartache, the phantom of a curtain of dreams, and how much unrepentant persistence can remain? Scattered in the wind and dust debris, can ever be subjected to the polishing of time, the residual warmth of the fragrance of a touch, whether in the season of smoke and dust scattered, submerged.
The red dust pathway, trips through the uneven street corners, avoiding the chaos of the hustle and bustle, combing the messy thoughts, overlapping memories, how many loves, how much love? Sorrow and happiness, perhaps planted in the previous life in this life of the bitter fruit, long ago destined to carry too much, and the encounter of the wrong, but the wind dried up the memory of the fairy tale, withered dream blood; never prayed who is who reincarnation, but only for the moment of splendor, although not into the dream, but to the heart, but only for that a sticking to be able to drive away the cold winds of the depression.
The past, not to fade away the sadness, a few times to gaze y, have not seen the original spot, the heart as the tide, but the feelings remain, empty vow in the dust blind wandering; dust and smoke gradually recede, can not hold the city's prosperity, the time crossed, leaving a few dark scent in vain? A fence of the years shielded the same season, full of fragrance, but not touch the flower period; a flat boat carrying a full heart, has no power to talk about, jumping on the other side of the shore of the sound, but the distance between the ferry can not be, and you, no longer my harbor, and I, still remain in the empty station.
The residual red scattered, will be full of withered into the heart, any heart of the matter as much as folding, pouring smile and past goodbye, karmic destiny, return to escape a calm, clear to keep a quiet elegance; red dust without period, do not do the world of the alarm, cast off the red dust rouge haggard, clip a section of the exquisite, to enjoy a fall of the happy; Fanghua moment, the love fall three thousand, if you do not complain, I have no regrets, if you are safe and sound, I am also no request! ......
The years are shallow, love and hate are dead. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
To tell you the truth, there is no lack of loneliness in my world! In the lingering autumn rain, the night was isolated by the high-rise very quiet, the rain splashed down wet and superior, as if the memory of the other world, in fact, the distance between them is only about ten years of light. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money from the company.
It has always been thought that spontaneous survival is a sin, until the day of meeting and parting from the dismay, only to know that the good is so despondent.
In and out of the flow of people, look back, you tell me to be happy, through the life as the pages of the book, some of the adulterer is not the exclamation point of life. In the love of the road who will make mistakes, some harm as a lesson in life, the lesson listened to, with their own roots to unblock the evil.
Friends said, the text is too sentimental, so that people mistakenly think that you are in love with lonesome. The first thing you need to do is to go to nature and get away with it.
So in a daze of laziness in your drums, stepping on the fine rain and your family set off in the smoke and clouds in the misty place, the achievement of a happy story.
Why do you feel so sad about being alone, and your children are smiling under the umbrellas?
Green grass, murmuring birch, trigger the camera, an enchanting silhouette framed, the joy has been inherited to go home after many days.
Whether it's the scenery or the people in the scenery, as long as you go quietly and happily, nature will give you back the fruit. I realized this truth, I love to travel more and more.
September's drizzle intermittently drifting, the mountain grass was cleansed by the cloud smoke without a trace of depression, water beads crystal clear, pines and cypresses with a thin white mist, as a fairy wrapped in cicadas with a delicate dance to express the thirst of the heart. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.
Friends joked that we are living in the depths of the cloud of the fairy, the little girl will swing up the umbrella with the rain rotation. My friend's husband said, shouting to the distant mountains, the echo curls, my friend and I tried to shout, oh ----e---- sound did not echo, happy to go unintentionally swept away to go.
Botanical Garden under the thin waterfall, take a manifestation of the graceful jade photo, beautiful years, drunken years. I was under the umbrella, the original lead washed, not lonely, not lonely, quietly like, silently love, heart at ease in the joy of this encounter.
I'm used to being alone in the rain
I'm also used to not having anyone to care about me
I'm tired of walking and holding myself tight
I'm used to tears in my heart
I'm used to hearing the cold voices of the people
I've been hit by the dream
I'm glad I didn't give it up
I was the first to be honest
I'm not the first to be honest with myself
I'm not the first to be honest with myself, but I am the only one who is not.
To myself in ten years
The tears I've shed and the wounds I've suffered will pass
Crying and laughing are all experiences
Regrets don't stay in the bottom of my heart
To myself in ten years
I thank you for giving me the courage to go all the way
Even if there are winds or rains in the future
At least there are still memories to be had
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I really like Li Qi's song "Sing to Yourself in Ten Years", the simple lyrics in the song are his confession to himself in ten years and his good hope for his struggle for the present and creation of the future, which makes me have the urge to confide in myself in ten years, and I can't help but want to write something.
Look at yourself now, a person uprooted from his hometown to work, looking at the strange and familiar landscape, listening to a seemingly unintelligible dialect, eating hot and sour stimulating meals, a person to work, a person to play, a person to be sad, a person to be joyful, go with the flow of life, aimless struggle, do not know where is the belonging to their own far away, only know that as long as you move forward, you will not be easily in the same place to die. 。。。。。
Or think of a better future, then a group of confidantes accompanied by the left and right, in order to have a clear dream *** with the struggle, clothing, food, housing and transportation, behavior, living environment, perfect integration, no sense of contradiction, a kind and beautiful girl at all times accompanied by the hush-hush warmth, in the field on the grass with naughty children often happy games, family members live together in a spacious and warm House, every day off work, go to school to pick up the children after school, back home can smell the smell of food, after eating, accompany the father to play a game of chess, accompany the mother to chat, help his wife to do some housework, and the children will watch cartoons together, off on annual leave to open the car, go to a beautiful place to visit and play together, often with the old classmates, old friends get together to meet, blowing the whistle, drink a little wine. The company's main goal is to provide the best possible service to its customers, and to provide the best possible service to its customers.
Reality is reality, the dream is a dream, but I firmly believe that the dream can come true, Jack Ma once said that yesterday is very cruel, today is more cruel, tomorrow is very beautiful, but the majority of the people die in this evening. Although the ideal is very full, the reality is very bone, but as long as the heart of the dream, adhere to it, the bone of the teenager can always become full of middle-aged uncle (the reality is also true).
Ten years of fame, do not lose, do not forget, whether it is a success to fulfill the dream, or dream defeat, do not forget the former self, do not forget the original heart, do not lose the once strong and hope, struggle on, you will not be the loser of the life, adhere to, you will not be the eliminator of the years, believe in yourself, believe in the future, the cheese will be there, the milk will be there, all the good you hope will be there!
The road of life has reached a point of no return. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Originally, I thought that this memory will be permanently treasured, and left in the spare time after work, idle time quietly recall.
I thought, dusty thirty years of past events, no longer mentioned, but inadvertently, and flipped to the front.
It turns out that the watery years did not dilute the deep buried in the bottom of the heart of the love, but it will be coated with pure transparency.
Years ago, a manuscript published, caused by your **** Ming, from now on, Hong Fei geese to thousands of miles shuttle. Open white days also opened the door of friendship. Since then, *** the same pursuit, the same dream, into the heart of the bridge of friendship.
Although they are different, but there are no distractions, nothing to do with the wind and moon, only to save a heart to know each other, get along with the silent intimacy.
From then on, the first heart like dew, pure and transparent, condensed in each other's first bloom of the heart. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a new pair of shoes.
The first heart, so a touch of green, sprouting growth. It's just a little bit of crystal, quietly fragrant. Then a meter of sunlight, burning hot hope -
Perhaps because of ignorance, often; missed the flower season, and know how to appreciate, has long lost the power.
Perhaps because of obsession, always remember. The only mailman of the era, send a letter of hope, even if the hiking more than ten miles.
Perhaps because of the young, always dreaming of a very beautiful, and the reality of the sky, often bleak wind and cold rain ......
At that time, the life of the hard, the family's 'burden, the man's responsibility ...... pressed on my weak shoulders, often; in the stalls of the bookstore I was looking for a cheap favorite ......
I'm a man's wife and father, you also did a man's wife and mother, each in the family to bear the responsibility. The child grows up day by day, and the days continue day by day. Dreams soak in the firewood, rice, oil and salt. While working hard, it is the support and encouragement of my friends, so that I get out of the doldrums without forgetting the beginning.
"Dream! To continue!"
"Penning, do not give up!"
"Go for it, work hard!"
A white horse passes, a snap of the fingers. Only the original heart has not changed the old dream does not move. The work of the heart, often have "tofu block" as fragrant, "matchbox" as beautiful, would like to share with you, excited.
"Maybe in the season of my life / white letterhead / can not warm the incoming wind / can not block the driving rain / but I still / from the heart grateful.
Perhaps in my difficult trek / hand in hand to chase the dream of only you / can not tell the heart of the touching / not endless transmission of pure heart / but I really / doubly cherish ......"
You said, you like this song "For Friends", really, this is from my heart of the poem, I have been treasured in the diary.
I can't forget the photos of you and me when we were young, I can't forget the handwriting in each other's letters, and I treasure the books and poems that you sent to me.
Don't laugh at my greed, don't laugh at my obsession, love, please be faithful.
"Begins at first sight, ends at the end of life". Love this phrase, perhaps this is the most perfect interpretation of the first heart! -Whether it's love or friendship.
Unforgettable
Unwilling to give up
Just because the first heart, drunk my splendor. Even if the time, such as finger quicksand .......
Fancy Lyrical Essay 7In October 1920, 16-year-old Lin Huiyin came to England with her father to study at St. Mary's College in London, while at this time, Xu Zhimo was studying at the London School of Economics.
A beautiful, gorgeous, talented woman, a romantic, sentimental, talented poet. The encounter was destined to be a lifelong love affair.
Perhaps she is the poet's heart, the shy water lotus, the most is the tenderness of a low head, intoxicated the poet's romantic warm heart.
Perhaps she is the golden willow on the river in the sunset, the breeze blowing, graceful and beautiful figure for a long time in the poet's heart rippling, rippling ......
Xu Zhimo fondly wrote a poem: " I want to climb the moon, the transformation of a breeze, blowing wake up the group of pines in the spring drunkenness, to go to the mountains floating "
However, their encounter had a beautiful time difference, when Xu Zhimo was already a father of two children. Perhaps, as he said in his poem, "You and I met on the sea of night, you have your, I have my, direction."
The poet's romantic and warm heart was saturated with longing and adoration, and for her, he was willing to be the first divorced man in China.
Lin Huiyin was sensible and kind, and she finally chose to give up her love for Xu Zhimo's "You are a little bit of light in my heart.
However, Lin Huiyin's light no one can block, she will always be the poet's heart the most beautiful and brightest star. The poet said frankly: "in a sea of people to visit the only soul of the partner, get it, I am lucky; not, I life." Later, Xu Zhimo did Liang Lin's friend, became a regular guest of their family cultural salon.
Sometimes, love can only be the water and the moon and the mirror. Perhaps, it is because of the miss, the achievement of a lifetime of attachment.
In the late fall of 1931, Xu Zhimo took a plane to Peking, is to the Concordia auditorium to listen to Lin Huiyin speech, unfortunately, the plane crashed, the plane was destroyed ......
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If Xu Zhimo's love is rotten as flowers, then Jin Yue Lin's love is warm and moist as jade.
Jin Yuelin loves Lin Huiyin, his love is crystal clear and immaculate. Love is love, is to give feelings and care of the course, not for possession, do not ask for return.
He loved Lin Huiyin, other women can not squeeze into his heart, he has not married for life. Lin Huiyin and Liang Sicheng married, Jin Yue Lin always live adjacent to each other. His love, is standing not far away from the place, every day to see her to the window, the cloud, to the mirror to paste flowers yellow; every day to see her smile, see her happiness, in him, is satisfied. This is the real: if you are well, it is a sunny day.
After Lin Liang's marriage, Jin Yuelin gave them a couplet: "Gentleman on the beam, beauty under the forest." It is both a blessing and a praise, without losing its humor and spontaneity. This is certainly Jin Yue Lin's broad-mindedness, but if it is not the deepest and most sincere love, how could it be so transcendent?
Jin Yuelin's unique love for Lin Huiyin penetrates the dust of the years; Jin Yuelin's love for Lin Huiyin is y hidden in his life.
Lin Huiyin's memorial service, Jin Yuelin's tears did not stop. She will always be the flower fairy in his heart, how could he let his flower fairy perish?
Jin Yuelin dipped into his deep feelings, wrote a couplet. The first couplet is: "a poetic thousand waterfalls", the second couplet is: "the April days of the world". She will always be the most beautiful April day on earth in his heart.
Many years after Lin Huiyin's death, one day, Jin Yuelin solemnly invited some of his closest friends to a banquet at the Beijing Hotel, where they were puzzled. Before the opening of the banquet, he announced glumly, "Today is Lin Huiyin's birthday!" The audience sighed and sighed. Her birthday, as long as he lived, he never forgot.
This love should only be in heaven, where on earth a few times heard? Indeed, such a deep and pure love, is not the average man can do? And how can an ordinary woman have it?
Lin Huiyin finally chose Liang Sicheng, Lin and Liang's family is a family friend, so it can be said that the family is right.
Lin Huiyin and Liang Sicheng are the perfect architectural couple. They are both fond of architecture, like-minded two people often to the Beihai Park Songpo Library and fast snow hall reading, visit.
Before the wedding, Liang Sicheng once asked Lin Huiyin: "There is a sentence, I will only ask this time, will not ask again, why me?"
Lin Huiyin replied, "The answer is very long, I have to spend my whole life to answer you, ready to listen to me?"
After his marriage, Liang Sicheng once wittily told a friend, "There is a Chinese saying: 'An article is good for you, a wife is good for others.' But for me it is, the wife is one's own good, the article is the wife's good." In Liang Sicheng's eyes, Lin Huiyin is unrivaled.
My fair lady, the gentleman is good. Similarly, a modest gentleman is also a lady. Liang Sicheng has really taken care of Lin Huiyin for her whole life.
Between them there is no "king as a rock, concubine as a reed" oath, but the trust, tolerance and care are integrated into the life of the river, so that the true love in the marriage trickle.
Love, not selfish, not narrow-minded, Liang Sicheng is willing to give Lin Huiyin free breathing space, to her mind to leave a side of green grass. Once with Lin Huiyin emotional entanglement Xu Zhimo, Jin Yuelin, is still her best friend, is their husband and wife's best friend. This is a narrow-minded man can not do; and to do this, it is also from the deep love.
fanghua lyrical prose 9Lin Huiyin, the beauty of the book into a silhouette. Her beauty became a legend, unmatched so far.
Three wonderful men were y in love with her and haunted her. And only she - the magnificent Lin Huiyin could do it.
Lin Huiyin, if you only look pretty, at best, is a delightful vase, not enough to look up to. In her case, what is precious is her cultivation, her intelligence, her talent.
Lin Huiyin had traveled to England and stayed in the U.S., the English level is very good, deep understanding of the true meaning of Eastern and Western art. She had the beauty of both the East and the West, the elegance of a lady of the house, and the independence and modern temperament that traditional Chinese women lacked.
Among the talented women of the Republic of China, Lin Huiyin is on a par with Bing Xin, Zhang Eileen, Shi Pingmei, Lu Yin, Xiao Hong, but her talent is more comprehensive than theirs. Her talent is multifaceted, in literature, art, architecture and even philosophy are very deep cultivation. She was involved in the transformation of the traditional craft of cloisonné, in the design of the national emblem, and in the design of the Monument to the People's Heroes in Tiananmen Square.
In her work, Lin Huiyin was hard-working and rigorous. Despite her serious illness, she often bumped in the poor countryside, wild mountains, in the deserted temples and temples, dangerous beams and steep arches in the examination and study of ancient Chinese architecture.
Lin Huiyin was beautiful, but not on beauty, but on her knowledge and wisdom. Her unrivaled talent created a bright and solid "spiritual charm".
Lin Huiyin, with a temperament like an orchid and a talent like the world, was a magnificent woman.
Lin Huiyin is the most beautiful April day on earth.
The water of autumn sighs, the evidence of time is not visible
I am alone, listening to the young teeth of the children's language
Do you remember the moonlight has not whitened the thoughts
To this day, but only echoes are left
Whether the oath is ultimately but to get rid of
In the inconspicuous corners of the sleep depravity
Blow the wrinkles of the age of the running waves
The waves rolled up and the waves of the world, the world's most important thing.
Waves roll up the broken remnants of melancholy
People's words are fearful, don't wear them out
The siding is falling off to form a song of mourning
Everything is waking up, who is with whom and who ****songs with the reluctant rubbing
And I'm all alone and apathetic, memories break down to form a river
Fledglings chirp in the branches, the huddle of time is inexplicable
Fish swim past the seven-second overload of excess and unbearable.
And suddenly they rise up to sing their praises and the past are hopelessly intertwined
And I am alone in the trembling world, drinking in the loneliness
The setting sun is slanting, and it is slanting all the fragility of life
The moon in the water is quiet and dotted, but it is also compounded
The wind, the flowers, the snow, the pure whiteness of the snow disappears and is silent
I see again a nursery rhyme, a little bamboo raft, and it swims in the water, and I'm here, and you are turning back
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, and the whole world is silent. Shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking.