Author: Anran
In a thousand years of ancient tears, guessing the distant story, anyone who is powerless to peel off the years of this stained rust locks, this life, with the beauty of the one that passes away and wait for you. Silence in the distant ends, a section of dawn, a section into the night, the brightest half of the sky sad as rain. The division of black and white in the fuzzy eyes gradually clear, so that the passing scenery precipitated a wild heartbeat, and then disappeared, is a gentle smile. Yours and mine, the story is sealed in amber into the landscape; not unintentionally, and why bother to turn the page, and the heart gradually cooled, smile, but can only say that I was drunk, tears in the turn of the eye, gently fall, just for a moving sunshine, put your my gaze, quietly low,...... have changed?
Through all all the rainy alleys, don't ask me if I'm looking for you, and the secret about you, but also how many centuries can be collected?
One day who picked up our scenery, can you understand, once was how the bone carved, this one story, you and I must escape, transparent amber to the heart of the matter carefully treasured.
Rose in the wind singing "love you, love you, really love you" all the petals are broken into the face of a faint touch of rouge, with all the efforts to erase the remnants of the heart broken, this life, can only be on the red dust on the one encounter floating, and why should the heavy locks. Past events ...... in the brow quietly bent into an autumn hate, thousands and thousands of years later, who is in the amber outside the bitter guess this city stagnant scenery, standing in the wind of the woman, and whether the tears flowed into a river, the next century, in the next reincarnation, and in which story staged love. Only a touch of smoke soul that does not dissipate, still gently come and go in amber.
Push open the door of melancholy, who in the Milky Way to explore the stars? Who can say love you to you? The bell in the wind, gently broken, on the edge of the dream, so the lost, to the other side of the long river. Treading all over a foot of fragrant dust, broken a clear tear.
After that winter, the wind was still the wind of parting, and in the amber, only you alone were missing.
Love can wait to become memories
Many things, now can only be reminiscent of the feelings, half with fear, half with melancholy, silent back to the obscurity. Although memories are always beautiful, but the feeling is mostly indifferent. I am no longer that carefree boy, but how can I forget had y loved, and will not not remember that warm and sweet days; although I can not stay in the old love, although things have changed, although there will be no one to remember, but after all, now can not see, can not be heard, had a real have; even if it is only a moment of haste, and even like a fleeting glimpse of cloud smoke, however, my life will still be due to the hasty moment and beautiful, will still be to this fleeting moment, will still be to this fleeting glimpse of cloud smoke, will still be to this hasty moment and beautiful, will still be to this hasty moment and beautiful, will still be to this hasty moment and beautiful. I will still have a deep attachment to this fleeting moment!
In addition to some regret, some regret, and what can be done, in the most beautiful days, I am also a person walked through. If life is a dream, of course, you can not have to ask too much in the end, come to rejoice, go without sadness, but people Oh, how can get rid of the control of the seven emotions and six desires? Who can escape the net cast by the years? If life is predestined, why should people suffer more? Gathering is also hurried, scattered is also hurried, life in the end can withstand more than a few hurried it? But I finally understand: flawless beauty only in the idea, and only in the idea of the most real feeling. The encounter by chance, may be able to rub out the fascinating spark, but only in the memory of the eternal glory, the reality can not stay in that moment of glory.
Despite the time to make people more rich in charm, despite the passage of time to make memories more perfect, despite the understanding that once have been good, but there are always some, some, some ...... However, after the emotion, after the sadness, after the despair, after the regret, after the day still have to go on, and so there is always another, there is another, there is another! .....
Lost, will be lost forever, the past, will also be forever past. The only thing I can say is that I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this one!
About love Wen / Shih Ching
Today, people are talking about love, what is love, and is there pure love in this world? For the money, for the power, for the desire, for the companion, who is lonely but do not look forward to, a dream companion, can get, and eventually one day will be weary, so in the separation of the fate of the broken how many hearts, how many of the dirty should be pure love, the clock keeps turning, the hearts of the people keep on changing, who really serious about who is who is the only person, the messy world of love, love can not be, but I hope that in the back of each love, can be left so a little true, can be buried, but also to the heart, the heart, the heart, the heart, the heart, the heart, the heart, the heart, the heart, the heart, the heart, the heart, the heart, the heart, the heart, the heart. Leave so a little true, can be buried so a love, hidden in the memory of the end, a number of years after the turn up, or tears point, or a thousand thoughts!
Many, many love stories, constantly repeating the topic of men and women unchanged, so that people are tired, so that people can not breathe, love, but to be stalked; love, but to be suspicious of each other; love, but the heart can not afford to hold too much forgiveness and tolerance; love, in the end, is to let a person be strong, or let a person be fragile and powerless to ask the world, no one to give me the answer, I am carefully waiting, with care, to cherish, that hard-earned love, and to let a person be strong, or let a person be fragile and powerless. I'm waiting carefully, with all my heart, treasure and pity, that hard-won, but there is a possibility of losing things in an instant.
Is there a kind of magic, so that belongs to their own happiness will never be lost, do not have to rack their brains, do not have to labor, to do what a woman can make the lover will never leave, to how talented, to infect the lover's breath, understanding, gentle and considerate, a lot of wisdom and aura, like the sky of the fairy, the ground of the elves, but also all the body's strength, but also could not to interpret love, love is really an odd thing, let a person joy but also let a person worry!
About love Wen / Shin Proverbs
The labyrinthine city is always lonely in all sorts of inexplicable ways
You never know what you're going to miss, and there are all sorts of coincidences and misses in the pursuit of it
Weaving the melancholy and tenderness in the urban jungle
Guimei tells the story of two men who are in love with each other, and who are in love with each other in the city, in his book, "Going to the Left, Going to the Right". Going Right" tells the LOVE STORY of two people, a very sad and beautiful story, melancholy and beautiful. The author makes the two lovers meet again when people have almost given up on their reunion. The country always likes this happy ending, I don't like it, it's not that I'm a cold-blooded person, most of my friends think I'm still very old-fashioned, although I don't have many friends.
I'm not a cold-blooded person, and the love I crave isn't something made up by a few meters. My love is divided into two options: A is two strangers meet, fall in love, fall in love, and get married. The middle of the process does not have to have "hold hands, with the son to grow old" romantic also do not have to have "mountains without prongs, heaven and earth and, is bold with the king's end" of the magnificence. All the way as plain water like plain walk until the end of life. B is with a number of MEN cohabitation, but my so-called cohabitation does not bring pornographic colors, just two people like husband and wife live together in a set of apartments, shopping, eating together, nested in the sofa together to watch the DVD, random. Then he went into his room, I went into my room, lights out and sleep. After a long time, you can pack up your things, say "Bye" and go your separate ways. In the future, we will still be friends, friends who can nod and smile.
My current friends say that option B is very difficult to do, and I think it is. It's really hard!
My friend said that this shows that I am a dual personality, and I think I really am, so I always have an inexplicable sadness, the kind of sadness that can not do the same as the surface.
Friends say I have a traditional surface and a rebellious bone. I think I really do. That's why I can't stop my face from burning because of the boy walking across the street, but I can also talk to my online friends or distant friends of the opposite sex online or through text messages, saying random things that are as ambiguous as the water in the bathhouse.
Many times I want to change something, but nothing changes. Just as I always have a different idea of how a story should end.
She decided to leave this deserted and cold city
He decided to travel to a sunny place
When faced with the disappointment of love people always choose to drag on the heavy baggage to escape from the birthplace of their love, so the once happy paradise turned into the present sad hell. What is taken away is full of heart fatigue and very permanent memories of love. A few meters of the hero and heroine but just "met, seems to be interpreted as 'love at first sight' story, but life always has accidents, hold in the hand of the kite will suddenly break the line" life is really strange, is so that one side of the edge can be prolonged into a year of longing, and a wall can isolate the love, and a wall can be separated by a wall, so that the once happy paradise is now a sad hell. And a wall can cut off everything! The so-called search is just a wall of nothingness. Especially for him who is used to walking to the right and her who is used to walking to the left. The snow falls silently, he and she are disappointed after a disappointing search, but the author makes them approach along the round flowerbed, as they first met. As the snow falls, the bells of Christmas Eve chime in the distance, and everyone hugs each other tightly.
My friend said what a wonderful ending, and the corners of his eyes rippled with happiness as he said it. I was sad because I wondered if I would also meet my lover in some corner of a city and then never see him again after a long period of longing and waiting. I am always so pessimistic.
I am always so pessimistic. I have the urge to cry even when I walk in a deserted field, and I think the sky is falling after being unintentionally snubbed. I guess I'm tired, really.
I said I don't like the ending of the arrangement of several meters, because of my pessimism or something else, I'm not sure, but I always can't restrain myself from thinking about who in the end accommodates who after they get together? The one who's used to going left or the one who's used to going right? Who says that love that requires accommodation hardly lasts long. And after all, we live in real life rather than a beautiful fairy tale, so our love in the end where in the end how it will be who knows it?