The red dust meets, is a kind of destiny, a kind of luck, a kind of happiness.
There is such a kind of encounter, and love has nothing to do; there is such a kind of meeting, and friendship companion; there is such a kind of cherish, not because of ambiguity; there is such a kind of dependence, just because you are. The red dust encounters, the edge is you, red dust and cherish, the original or you!
I forgot because of what, you awakened me a long time silent tide of the heart, so that I can speak freely with you; I forgot from when, you smile a smile variegated my withered heart lake, so that the naughty long lost and found my own; I forgot because of which you deep eyes, so that I went into the window of your heart, and quietly listen to your story; I feel that your sincere heart, from me close to the heart, will be my frozen for a long time, so close to the heart, and will be my frozen for a long time, so close to the heart. I can feel your sincere heart, so close to me, melting the layers of my frozen heart for a long time. You opened the door to my heart, I let go of my mind space, we do not have sweet words, no secret honesty, red dust with you, illuminate my heart enough!
Recall the first sight: perhaps just a glimpse, did not think it would go all the way to such a long way, like water, meet no sound. Boundless jokes, carefree banter, your occasional light smile just add a reason for me to be happy, and I remember your face in the red dust. Sometimes I can not help but think, you are not my long search but have not found the nightmare, is not the previous life five hundred years ago I secretly promised in front of the Buddha's fate, and then finally in this life, finally you and I met. You let my heart moored in a gentle harbor. But you and I know, you and my heart are each playing a song of love notes, so we will be so frank, we will not go to pluck each other's heartstrings, even if drunkenness, there is a split second of the liver and guts, I know that your generous chest, but also just my unattainable harbor, the red dust with you, warm my heart enough!
acquaintance: inexplicable attachment often can not help but a moment surged to the heart, called me to always guard for you. I don't know why I favor you so trusting, perhaps because you are different, quietly changed my life, perhaps because you are happy with the situation, so that my lonely heart has a trip. Helpless and lonely, but also used to find you whispering, you are not in my habit of letting you point to drift down the words and phrases, in the loneliness of the gentle rippling open, overflowing my soul's deepest desire. Sometimes I would hate such a me, I would be afraid of such attachment, because this is not the original me, because I know, even if it is a shadow in the darkness will leave me. You can imagine how terrible it is to be too attached to you, how wrong it is!
Because of you, I learned to face a lot of things; because of you, I look down on a lot of things, because of you, I think I should not forget, the past scene by scene in front of the eyes swept away, depending on the fate of the edge of the edge of the fall, in the red dust at the dance of the gaudy, blowing down the season and the season of the crystalline teardrops. About the definition of love and love, are not you and I can dominate, but your appearance, as well as your suave, that spontaneous drift, that gas language ask the sky of the wonderful, always in my solitude, fluttering, along with the air together with the flow, corrosion of my peace of mind, everywhere you left traces of the warmth of your companionship in tandem.
I know, I can not be lonely because of you, I can not heartache also because of you. We hand in hand the day, may be very short, although may penetrate my bone marrow, dominated my emotional sinking and floating. Your eyes in my mind extraordinarily clear, can always give me a quiet lingering drunken dream, shaking a deep love, climbed all over my infinite sour heart. At this moment, remembering the fragments of you and me, writing the mood of you do not know what to say. Perhaps in this life in the earthly world will not have you and I put the corner of the emotion, but I still and the breeze wrote down the words of the drop, waving spread the nothingness of the mirror, pouring out a grateful to you, there may be gusts of acidity in the music ripples, bloomed out of the moment of splendor. However, I will still let these thoughts with the breeze gradually dispersed to far away. When I look back again, what I see is nothing but clouds and clear air, and your soft eyes are filled with sadness. Look at the flakes with the wind, our hearts, will be stranded at this moment, the end of the world apart from the distant expectation, at hand, the heart of the dependence, silently looking for the sea of that a touch of faint back, only to find that when we meet again, is still unfamiliar.
Gazing quietly, the moonlight lingers with a thin wisp of light color, gathered and dispersed with thin clouds, condensed with a distant and untouchable mystery, misty with the inexhaustible coolness, can you feel it? In this sea of people I can meet you, really is a kind of happiness! In this life only because of you, let me experience the warmth, experience the feeling of being protected, so I am willing to accompany you to walk in the memory of thoughts, with true love and words to deduce a romance. Because of you, my words have relied on and soul, carving out a picturesque emotion. Because of you, my dream is no longer lonely no longer helpless.
The red dust has you, I cry, you understand, you will lend me a shoulder, quietly accompany me on enough.
The red dust has you, when I am capricious, you understand, you will give me a smile, let me indulge in front of you.
It seems that the whole world does not understand me, but you understand, looking at you for my capricious left and right, tears, I have what to say?
I'm not sure if you've ever seen me in a room like this one, but I'm sure you've never seen me in a room like this one, and I'm sure you've never seen me in a room like this one.
With you, my dreams have become so warm; with you, I have so many more reasons to smile;
With you, I have no regrets about the mud, with the earth's wind and rain migration. I don't want to complain about the merciless heaven and earth, and I don't want to bemoan the fact that the sky is so fickle.
Perhaps in the end, you and I but will leave a lonely declaration, perhaps to the end of the end of the world, you and I will return to the origin of the deep love, but no matter how the years destroyed, my heart will not be afraid of forever and ever, because the red dust with you, there is a you, have had you!
I like to seek a kind of comfort in the drunkenness of the soul, a lonely expectation, a line of anxious emotion.
I seem to be a watchman, in the hot summer, in the cold winter, in the bright moonlight, in the darkness of the night, waiting obsessively, the ghost of fantasy, silently linked, until the heart is calm.
I am accustomed to daze, intoxicated, feeling. There is a kind of thoughts, Ying Ying shrouded in the heart, clinging to the dream; there is a kind of attachment, gently chanting in the ear, recalling in the world of dust; there is a kind of blessing, hazy snuggle in the bosom, warm in the dream.
Tonight, I am drunk.
With light steps, wandering, wandering, looking around, flowers, grass, trees look extraordinarily pleased.
Time spells the breath, the years to the most beautiful you dedicated to me.
In the bright moonlight, you come and go, exuding a charming fragrance, rendering the whole air, this moment, I have no time to identify that is your body perfume, or God gave you a unique body odor? I seem to have merged into the sea of flowers, alone to enjoy the prosperity of the color of the country to bring me the fragrance and happiness.
Knowing each other is by chance, but also by fate, but also a beautiful encounter, in the moment of looking at each other, produced the soul of the soul of the ghost of the **** Ming, such as a spark of electricity, thrilling.
You quietly stand in front of me, as if déjà vu, in a dream.
You, such as flowers like jade-like face, like a chapter of intoxicating poetry, y buried in my heart, I silently recite, reminiscent of, and enjoy the infinite ambiguity; you, curvaceous figure, with white as snow dress, like a painting of glazed comb nymphs, tightly pulling my heartstrings, I quietly appreciate, looking back, watching over the endless happiness; you, the amorous extreme Gaze, penetrate my heart, shining on each of my ribs, accelerated my heartbeat, as if there are a thousand words, at the moment, but a mess, such as the fall of autumn leaves floating far away from the taboo, no chapter and order, long time not clean.
I silently prayed to God to let my memory at this moment to stay, all the despair, sighs, sadness are left behind, enjoy your beautiful face and beauty of the country.
How many such good times can there be in life? A thousand degrees of reincarnation? The humongous good news?
I gazed fondly and unseeingly, as if in a blink of an eye, everything would disappear.
In this twinkling starlight accompanied by the summer night, you and I because of the fate of the gathering, because of the warmth of the love, because of the thoughts and melancholy, because of the fusion of interdependence, I wish to be able to use this heart without dust, waiting for the beauty of life as the beginning.
I rely on the color of the moon, accompanied by your tenderness, quietly waiting for the time of tranquility and lushness.
Love like a dream, Shaoguang still, leisurely charming colorful plastic world of red dust; plain quiet room, quiet fresh, slowly incited by the splendor of the weak candlelight; flowers reflecting the time to drink, y entrusted with the happiness of the joyful step.
(a)
As the water moon color calm, quiet into the window, sprinkled to my surroundings, whenever the full moon night if accidentally woke up, the mood is always inexplicable excitement, can not help but pull open the window curtains, and then pull open, and then pull open, until her clear light is completely full of a bucket of my humble room.
The first half of the night did not feel much of this moon so bright and pure, why she bright in the second half of the night? So soft and calm, like a sleeping beauty's face, there quietly, spread her smile to the places and corners where she can go. Ah! Moon, moon, your purity, your translucent beauty, how I wish to see you more closely, but you are so hazy that I yearn for you, but I can only look up at you. Are you the god of beauty in my heart? In front of you, I am so low, low to the dust, low to the soil, but the heart is willing to be so low to the ground to go also feel happy.
It has been a long time since I have appreciated the color of the moon in this way, and it feels like it has been a long, long time. I remember when I was always awakened by a bell on the night of the full moon, saying that the moon outside is so beautiful! Shouted me to pull open the curtains to enjoy the same piece of sky under the full moon, I was also silly really did. I feel that the universe is really amazing, can let two people far away from each other at the same time to feel the same color of the moon, together with the intoxication in the full moon of the light and quiet.
Tonight, no one woke me up to enjoy the moon. But the state of mind is not much regret, a lot of things would have been like the lack of the moon as long as the full moon can not be, as if we are around some happy, happy, sad and unforgiving past, can not be a long time resident in your heart. Happy, sad cycle, the same words in a different context, and make her have these different feelings is actually another happy and disappointed! Isn't it? Looking back on the half-life journey you've traveled, are you constantly happy because of a certain event, or are you constantly sad because of a certain trial? The next sadness comes when this happiness is gone, and the next sadness comes when you send away the worries to meet a happiness.
The moon, the moon, your light I am so devoutly love, but my heart do you know? No, you don't know. No one understands the thinking of an alternative person, as if I do not know why the moon is bright, just love, but do not want to go too often into your light, right? The beauty of the moon is like the beauty of the world as a shooting star flashing by, so swift and short. She is so unintentionally come, and so do not leave any room to go to the decisive, so that I have witnessed her 'brightness and beauty of the mortal spirit can not help but for a long time lost in thought and frustration.
Suddenly I feel that my emotional world, and do not want to go to the possession of the world, only hope to pour its strength to do something, in the end to do what is no specific matter, just not so much wanting to have too much, as if a picker, picking more than enough, and then more than can not afford to carry. So, is not it time to pick some down to appear lighter? But but but, since it is once carefully picked up things, then asked him to discard what? It is difficult to give up! The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California at Berkeley!
There is a feeling called "touched", it is often in our inadvertent flow, rendering you easy to move the heart.
There is a feeling called "touch", which often flows without us realizing it, rendering your heart easy to move. However, I would like to say that some feelings in addition to moving, it is more of a longing, only because of the longing, I hope that ta happy, I hope ta happy, I hope that auspicious, fortunate, surrounded by ta in the whole world.
There is a kind of feelings you can not say who abandoned who, perhaps let go of which party's heart will be more painful, more helpless! Such as the moon tonight, you can say she abandoned the night? How beautiful she is, and how she can't let go, but what can she do? She must leave in order to better look forward to the next full moon, right? Perhaps it is because of her abandonment that the blackness of the night will welcome the light of day, right?
In this full moon hazy night, in this quiet time, I hold the eyelids refused to sleep. The moonlight must have been shed on your window sill, your sleeping face. It doesn't matter to me if you're asleep or if your eyes are open like mine. But the beauty of the moon lies in the fact that it shines in one's heart. Is it because I can't bear the moon? Or is it that the moon can't bear to see me alone and lonely and can't leave? She is slowly falling to the west, that kind of hard to let go of the feelings of how not to let go of people touched! I looked at the last moment of her fall, was it your eyes or the moon that looked back without words? I tried my best to tell you my feelings, do you understand?
(2)
It's a pity! You are really not clear. You are sad about my sadness, but do you feel my laughter in the spring sunshine? I can only sigh at your sadness! You always use words to see another me.
People in March, it is a beautiful spring season, the mood is also like the weather as good as the peace and quiet. The breeze is soft and gentle on the face, really want to go out and breathe the aura of spring, dip some of her charm, and that piece of green with the drunk, drunk in the spring flowers smile. I heard that happy people do not know sadness, in my case, happy people are more prone to sadness. I'm afraid of her short, or dare not overly pleased with your tenderness?
A touch of shallow Gotham, light smile, who can understand, the years of no trace precipitation of how much can not be fine tell the past events. The happiness between the fingers and touch, make her drunk, make her feel a little unreal, like a dream. Wake up, frustrated sentiment makes her confused ...... sad songs I still love to listen to, preferred that one, but also to listen to the cycle over and over again. I love those sad songs, in that kind of world, it often song red my eyes, song trembled my heart, I can not not move. I always think, and I think they also have a soul, there are emotions, they are narrating a different story, such as water music, Gotham me a wistful feelings, a world of sadness, thousands of water and thousands of mountains are always related to love.
Who said: the beauty of mankind is not manifested in the flowers before the moon and moon, between me, but in a kind of forgetfulness of dedication, in the sadness, that love seems to be deeper, more powerful. No wonder Pan Hong said: I like the beauty of melancholy, it is a kind of y buried in the heart of love and the beauty of sadness!
Leaning alone on the windowsill, let the wind caress my cheeks, through the finger cracks, shallow thoughts flow inadvertently. It turns out that our life, is entangled in the contradictions, half-dreaming half-awake state walking. She was sweet, warm, joyful, and a moment in the sadness, thoughts back and forth intoxicated. Love to the depths of understanding, the original some things do not need to deliberately buried, but also do not have to insist on picking up, she will be with the wind from time to time stroked, stroked my face, slowly blowing wrinkled my heart lake. Inadvertently, what is slipping down my cold cheeks, could it be that there is a drizzle outside the window? I don't dare to look closely, quickly withdraw that dream-like thoughts, back to your warm embrace. Oh! My dear, please don't go away, don't stay away from my sight. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new product, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new product!
The luxury and splendor of the world is meaningless to me. I just covet your warmth, I hope you love me love me, tolerate me, so that I am pampered to cook for me, accompanied by my side, read me Tang poetry and Song lyrics, to explain to me the twists and turns of their lives, I like you to be immersed in the mood of those who are dancing, and how much I want to be fixed at that moment, I stayed to look at you raised his hand, waving a fist touch, many times imagined that you stood on the podium, is not for me to explain this way. I've imagined you standing on the podium many times, is it for me like this? I always want you to hold my hand over and over again and walk on the hillocks and in the shadows of the flowers and trees. I just want you to stay with me and spend the rest of your life with me. Laugh with me when I'm happy and wipe away my tears when I'm sad. Oh! The first thing I want to do is to make sure that I have a good understanding of what I'm talking about and what I'm talking about.
Fingers gently struck the keyboard, crisp sound in the air flow. I always love the game of words, one day no see will be like a long time apart friends miss, a page, a piece, filled with my joys and sorrows, my past life, all splashed in the middle.
Many people see always say: your text is too sad, change the tone. I also want to change, but what can be done? A person is addicted to a certain thing, like the first love, always teach people unforgettable. It's like a smoker who knows the harm he's doing, but he can't stop puffing. When you fall in love with someone or something, there is no reason. If you think about it rationally, it's not love. Wow! If you can ask me to choose, I would like to be drunk on red sleeves day after day, I would like to stand outside the red dust to take a scoop of water that does not eat fire.
Outside the window, the sun, the moon and the stars, do not give up day and night rotation. You can see, I miss in the long moon, in the dusk, in every quiet moment. The stars and the moon in the reflection, can there be our distant hope? A love left behind in the depths of the red dust, who picked her up? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and then you'll be able to get your hands on them.
I have no intention of recalling you over and over again, such as that of the passing petals blowing away with the wind, some of the hard to give up a trace of attachment, such a scenario inevitably some of the frustration hovering in the bottom of the heart. Meteors across my eyes, the heart seems to be full of a flower, quickly pray: I wish people who love each other about the three lives! That three-life stone is engraved with the name of the beloved. Whose fingers were broken by the seven-stringed zither, whose heartstrings were struck by a lute? After the gentleman's farewell, what covers the clouds with that glimmer of light on the edge of the sky? Oh! The tears dripping from the Three Lives Stone please make sure you remember the way you came.
A song is still sung in a low voice, as if my shallow thoughts, suddenly bright, suddenly euphonious, suddenly like the mountains and water echoing in the ears. I can't forget to miss it, but I can only send my love to the music, send my love to the quiet evening moon, gently, softly nostalgic!
Gotham rain, summer wind, may gusts of music, bright moonlight take me to sleep, into the dream! Dream, I can caress your face, gently stroke your hair, listen to your breath; dream, we go to see the blue sea, go to see the beautiful mountains and rivers, go to see the slanting sun in the evening ah, only hate the love of the long dream short, Izzy is still dreaming of cold! I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that! I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it," he said!