2013年11月27日
time had to slow down
Out of the window, clear, sunny and warm heart. blackcurrant At this moment, time had to slow down, slow to listen to the voice of the soul, once the alienation, gain and lose, a mirage, insubstantial objects of vicissitudes, is already have one mind relieved, clear and simple as water day, quiet time, like this feeling, have Yingying smile, a gentle state of mind, I know, that is the taste of happiness.
Light of the time, let the thoughts with the Mexican heartily, let the sun spreading in my heart. Good life, is originally a arrived, so arrived, need is not rich, but simple. This is simple, may be sad; can be lonely; can be happy, can let the life and enjoy the show.
The memory of flickering lights, with the transformation of Youth passes as a fleeting wave. scenery. Some time silhouette, people, cherrypit stop once gently in the heart; some love, will be ups and downs in the memories. Friends of the poems is also suffused with warm, but can not catch up with the time in a hurry, a season of flowers, by the time the footsteps of light grounding, left by melancholy.
That kind of feeling was accidentaly across, such as fireworks, resplendent in life, and go with the wind, stranded in the life of the post, in the lights dim, the distance across the years, stand in this side of the other side. That touch of sincerity, always Speechless in head of the moment, my heart; the regretless love, always in the midnight, croon. Every time looking back, his eyes will be stained with a damp smell.
Once happy, has been in the street corner yellow, review, has been a loss of memory. Light and shadow in the fleeting, the mountain is the story of water, chrysanthemum528 wind is the story, and you're not my story. Love Weiyang, flowers have tried, most remembered years, always be the landscape barrier, a ray of melancholy, with the wind garden.
Time is really very long, long can be worth The End of Life, always so far away, far but alienation and desolate. Then deep attachment, also block boundaries not time extending, a wandering mind, always can not keep up with the pace of the years, from the field of flowers, more and more far. Put a paper pigment, light a reincarnation of the sentimental, traces of the past, had been transformed into a series of notes, written into the movement of life. Time, perhaps, will eventually be forgottenpricot, even in a prosperous scene, and you meet, the end is the season most the regretless watch.
When the time of the wind, or happy or sad, from the fingertips, corner of street lights wanes, in time on the title page of the yellow, the journey of life, not what not old in years. With a ray of warmth, let my heart no alienation and desolate, the innumerable twists and turns to read, condensed into the heart, dust collection. The best down, not deliberately to forget, but let each one of enron. Then, please allow me, in this sunny morning, indifferent to keep at the time of the shore, the memory on Campanula, quiet your mind.
In this world, there is always a person, is the heart that a cinnabar, became a water - flower. When the thoughts of wings, fly over the sea, if we wouldn't have to wait? When love is spreading in the earthly fireworks, if not miss? Water and falling in the story, like water in the years, already change of color of memory, even if the happiness is just a moment to remember, so a person, in the heart of the eternal smile.Although many veterinarians sympathize Light and dark interwoven years long years, perhaps hide but different, but the original idea, still will be in the know in the warm, let the time complexity, Xu you a sunny day.
Light of the time, let the thoughts with the Mexican heartily, let the sun spreading in my heart. Good life, is originally a arrived, so arrived, need is not rich, but simple. This is simple, may be sad; can be lonely; can be happy, can let the life and enjoy the show.
The memory of flickering lights, with the transformation of Youth passes as a fleeting wave. scenery. Some time silhouette, people, cherrypit stop once gently in the heart; some love, will be ups and downs in the memories. Friends of the poems is also suffused with warm, but can not catch up with the time in a hurry, a season of flowers, by the time the footsteps of light grounding, left by melancholy.
That kind of feeling was accidentaly across, such as fireworks, resplendent in life, and go with the wind, stranded in the life of the post, in the lights dim, the distance across the years, stand in this side of the other side. That touch of sincerity, always Speechless in head of the moment, my heart; the regretless love, always in the midnight, croon. Every time looking back, his eyes will be stained with a damp smell.
Once happy, has been in the street corner yellow, review, has been a loss of memory. Light and shadow in the fleeting, the mountain is the story of water, chrysanthemum528 wind is the story, and you're not my story. Love Weiyang, flowers have tried, most remembered years, always be the landscape barrier, a ray of melancholy, with the wind garden.
Time is really very long, long can be worth The End of Life, always so far away, far but alienation and desolate. Then deep attachment, also block boundaries not time extending, a wandering mind, always can not keep up with the pace of the years, from the field of flowers, more and more far. Put a paper pigment, light a reincarnation of the sentimental, traces of the past, had been transformed into a series of notes, written into the movement of life. Time, perhaps, will eventually be forgottenpricot, even in a prosperous scene, and you meet, the end is the season most the regretless watch.
When the time of the wind, or happy or sad, from the fingertips, corner of street lights wanes, in time on the title page of the yellow, the journey of life, not what not old in years. With a ray of warmth, let my heart no alienation and desolate, the innumerable twists and turns to read, condensed into the heart, dust collection. The best down, not deliberately to forget, but let each one of enron. Then, please allow me, in this sunny morning, indifferent to keep at the time of the shore, the memory on Campanula, quiet your mind.
In this world, there is always a person, is the heart that a cinnabar, became a water - flower. When the thoughts of wings, fly over the sea, if we wouldn't have to wait? When love is spreading in the earthly fireworks, if not miss? Water and falling in the story, like water in the years, already change of color of memory, even if the happiness is just a moment to remember, so a person, in the heart of the eternal smile.Although many veterinarians sympathize Light and dark interwoven years long years, perhaps hide but different, but the original idea, still will be in the know in the warm, let the time complexity, Xu you a sunny day.
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