Years of long, thin clothes.

July's day changed again changed, gloomy calm, bright blue with clouds, gently lower the.
Night's dream, after some vague hour recall began. Dream is a large blue-green water, I step across the light from the surface to the coast, are in town.
This dream is always to do repeatedly, for a long time, but I do not know a dream, or a speculation out of his imagination.


Streets suddenly silent footsteps
Sky cypress
Suddenly did not shake
I only need the brake
A can of hot tea bar
That taste
What seems crucial not

From the supermarket and buy a lily, white fungus and eggs, in peach fruit stall to buy a three catties, looks very nice, sweet shops that package, back for a food, the outside is really sweet, half of which is jerky endless, TCD vulnerable will be broken with just one bite. Incomparable Xiangnian Qi Chengdu peach, one dollar five-pound is excellent, a great sweet sauce. The kind of peaches in Z city, do not say the price, even the taste difference between the remote.

Always think of the sentence if the word content, if only as shown signs of life.
Age older, more deeply understand the heart of the melancholy state remark.
If, as the strike through, but when the smile come across, no arrangement was deliberate or the fate met.
So no later memories are initially each other's clean and shallow smile, it nice to.
Embracing and sharing too eager, but paving the way for the future separation.
I gradually, in the years of lost some people. Intimacy, but there is room only more durable.
Too many things, I can understand the understanding of heart is never free.


I am not happy the original non-
I have not found one person only
Such as the desire to forget
Years of long thin clothes
No matter in what corner of the
Will not assume you or next to
I can also swim exotic
Find sustenance

After listening to the songs over and over again, gradually meaningful lyrics up.
Exotic street, I heard a ballad. The pace of the streets near, a sky full of cypress does not waver, I realize I have been very happy, but did not find their own happiness. There are hot tea can be necessary, there may miss, they are missing.
Years of long, thin clothes.
We thought he was unable to resist the fate of the hoax in a second, it'll still be tough to live so far.

Life is not self-determination

Zheng Shu Yu Bo in English is a link, I first thought it was dance language, read a few times but did not care.
Then one day, Shu Yu said she often thought in the classroom Zheng is written on a person to tears. This has aroused my curiosity.
So in such a night, I started a chapter of the text to see Zheng language, many state of mind, is the same desolation and untouchable.
As she said, the real loneliness is not to be saved, has become a spiritual background, whether anyone encounter the same. We are the years, met through, leave, and repeatedly chase, verify, before resigning to fate I believe.

I like her, even if you want to re-arrange your life first, it was too late.
Zheng met language, I only Road Manzhen on Shijun, we could go back and is the most sad to say.
But she said it is sad Shijun and Term Mechanism of marriage. Is Term Mechanism tears murmured to herself on Shijun also said: "it was too late."
Yes, too late. We wound up not young then as we are already in the mortal world full of holes, but I have yet to learn invulnerable Chongrubujing.
Zheng Bo read language, hit several times himself, grief can not be inhibited. I thought I saw the time secretly Zheng Shu Yu language text and tears, because I now like her.

And lodging not love / love of why there has been / is not a lifetime of self-determination.
Singing dead people can not help but always at night, more tears, our noodles, more than a night in the throes of a sudden, some day awake, such as needle piercing the heart of the pain lightly.
It seems to have no time to remember what had suddenly grown up.
Zheng language of 24, I 21. But I was only 24 years old met her.
When I was 20-year-old Zheng Language 20 4:00 pm Reading of the written word, as if across time at both ends, so long, was so short, I read her words, but saw his heart was still beating.

I envy her old age older than me but I remember so many do not belong in this era classic. Dillon that white boy dancing, when I met Shique has long been of the road middle-aged man.
I admired her and fell in love with life outside the figure. That kind of love, so pure, nor so deep.
Unlike love, there is a little more curbing of calculation and hesitation.

In my life two decades, many people have emerged, whether I will meet my future what kind of people are adamant that current is the future of life. No matter how many people experience, through many things, as well as they did to the world on fire straight into the heart.
We left from previous years, see yesterday's light and shadow. Loved, hated, and forgotten.

These days, if not in front of the computer, I would read books, watch TV, lying in bed I will have to see cell phone novels, I am very afraid of the dark and empty unexpected. The heat of summer has become the reason I do not want to go out, from the life of the head, to stretch on tiptoe also have sight of the other end. Perhaps want to do, but there is an option up.

At one time, or because not old enough to pay their own feelings.
So then I wanted to recall, not too many things to remember. But our hearts are still sad and dreary. And thousands of people, keep the meet, separately, this time knowing each other, they do not know where tomorrow.
Baraka, the universe prehistoric. We are all one person, never a person, he has his world. 
Zheng language that we are the same lonely people, with not being involved in the world. We never really want to rectifiable things can only continue to need the warmth, comfort needs to confront the fate of the empty and desolate.
The process of life is to find a similar process, thousands of people, find a person who can understand their own.
But we must face such people?
So many years of chasing and confirmation, the people around, not necessarily understand the thinking of people, but it can clearly know your little life preferences.
The original no matter who, when, after you like, it becomes a person that will accompany on-going.
Together to see a time of gray.
Because we have learned to compromise, to compromise, I hate to leave and submit to earthly warmth.
Life is so humble, we are, no matter how unwilling, finally only the fate of the face looked down.

Later, things that do not

Sometimes, the empty room I do not know what can be filled.
No intention to catch a glimpse of San Mao said, Qingtong Qingtong Do not you cry, Qiao Feng just lost Arjuna.
Read my mind came a leopard Mountain Ghost riding paste, was inside with the words fetched faint sadness.

I fell in love with a boy that year, the year I could not extricate themselves intoxicated to the feelings in that year I bought locking diary to record next page of mind, the year I wanted to take, I think my life will not forget him, and a lifetime love of his martyrdom.
Wen-Xiu, is a character with a point Unyielding and pull off the woman. She is very stubborn, stubborn to the distressing; She was very strong, strong to the sad. But no amount of distressed and sad, but also us, the wounds eventually attributed to her.
Wen-Xiu year away. South isolated walked alone to go alone.
This year, I've had more than a love. I'll always love that person even remember the last name will hesitate.
It turned out not imagine love so long; the love of the most important, is the ability to comfort themselves; had sometimes memory, the more mold will be more drying.
Wen-Xiu back south, and she took him by the white horse, Napi with her many years of White Horse.
A person walking with her, she said, those are very, very good, but I do not like.

Always moved in the Wen-Xiu's dedication, saw 77 snakes in the later written by Wen-Xiu, that desired hazy south, she has a new story. Or Wen-Xiu will know, even if much experience, but then that long, long may the event of another people, and even longer in love with someone else, as has been done like Sup.

I stood on rooftops to watch days, but will always be sunshine stabbed eye.
Across the floor or the shade of a tree, you will find the azure of the Ambilight, fascinated.
That 18-year-old fireworks, Heavenly Sword, dull.
Had the rivers and lakes farther and farther, that anger can Zhangjian Wandering fresh clothes horse, the number of possible downtown Maple night rain. It is only to blossom the flowers bloom, young children and old lakes.
After all, this piece of our rivers and lakes are in the old and the smell of the air, seems to feel desolate.

Those that forget the people, but has also lived in my heart.
White Horse did not like was described by Jin Yong, who do not then something invariably marvel.
Was met regardless of how many people can no be you.

Summertime

When passing through the pedestrian tunnel, and saw a flower boy, bucket filled with colored carnation in her hand, holding a lotus in a lot of branches to be pruned, and I want to buy a daisy, to see the cotton candy of the paste, the timber desk open daisy and sky full of stars, hearts feel pleased but not, want to buy flowers on, laying the glass on the table. Guessed on the second day after another, that flower of the boys had disappeared.
Cotton candy will start to support learning Chinese cabbage flower, stripped of cabbage heart put the glass bowl holds live, clean and shallow layer of water, changing the water daily, cabbage, cotton candy, said only two or three days will be out yellow flowers, But I planted a few days, still not flowering Chinese cabbage.
Go shopping, the fancy clothes, suddenly heard a burst into the dressing room fragrance, gardenia fragrance is like the city of Phoenix as string together.
Years ago in Chengdu, also planted a gardenia cell downstairs, early summer opening of a blossoming, and I secretly pick to take advantage of the night no one came.
Remember that summer night many years ago, going to night classes to see Ruoyouruowu class smell of gardenia aroma.
At that time the campus and planted Hibiscus mutabilis Ding Xianggui jasmine flowers and Milan. These aroma fragrance of flowers, in memory but not real up all over.
I love flowers, but little effort Growing Flowers.
House less than two square meters of space, my sister ended up being a small garden, a rose Rose Epiphyllum orchid, and many, not the name I always called.
The total spend a lot of the time my sister looked after them, sometimes very long way to go is to get the soil back to the countryside.
I just looked on, flowers, flower abortion.

That day, to see naked, said the open wild lily that nice.
Just remember it was my grandparents house next door to the balcony and terrace connected to the platform species of lily, hours every year to see them bloom, summer time, this small platform on the kind of the vintage on the end of the grape, initially very acid , then every year sweet.
That lily, open the memory pretty soon, I forgot.
And grandmother, left two years, and that every year the lilies open, the original is still alone in the open.

Sister in her space, upload a lot of old photographs, from which two found themselves to be scared of not light.
Love is not all have so beautiful, the photo will not do some ugly moments.
Also saw the rain and my dear sisters, and our childhood.
That afternoon, I gossip rain on the bare mention of the interesting in Speaking of Lu County, the town, talking about that afternoon, I walk aimlessly one afternoon, and that some waste cold rain.
Those earthly warmth, scattered in the heart of the corner, or is too trifling, so when the heart is too wild, so trivial only in the mind stirred by warm, but cold as before.

I used to dive to see posts or fiction. Some people look to me, more time is perfunctory. Was feeling, as I and childhood. She said you were a kid still prefer fiction.
Her mouth was a child, I have 13,-year-old. Perhaps it seems that, when still a child, that time it was felt that they have grown up and want to go big outside world. So that summer, me and her parents without the knowledge of both sides to Chengdu, for us, Chengdu is that the outside world. Less than a week away from home, we've been to the lotus pond, Funan, Tianfu Square, as well as the high overpass, is building high-rise buildings. It was another world, Chengdu not imagine a better, but my childhood, life is not the same.
Later we were looking back to her parents, that's Chengdu Bank has become my family made fun of people brought things first mind, and gradually grow up, I've been to many places, experience a lot of landscape, we seem to have forgotten I first ran away from home, every time I talk about those customs, they are smiling, but I think I finally became an adult, you can say the torrent of words.
And that the home trip, leaving behind memories that are not very clear and white Baiqun Funan side shot photos, and the lotus pool to buy a goose yellow five-color T-shirt, a lovely chest rabbits, this dress to wear for many years still.

But that year and left home with her people, but gradually became stranger still. Should the not she find me, I almost forgot her.
And life, too many people who will never forget that, and gradually the name of the want is not up.
Think of the past, there will be excited, be touched, but more time, but has become lightly Topics created by some of the text.

Home to see the flowers are not many, even the summer flowers are one or several flower opening.
Instead, the endless spring and autumn in the mountains and plains rape yellow chrysanthemum, has become the most soul-stirring beauty of memory.
The spring peach, cherry, and at home, like the sky is pale.
Street and New Street into the town from the bridge and under the bridge. Rose water in summer, when the bridge is bound to be inundated, while the bridge has become the only passage Street New Street exit. Memories from childhood onwards, the bridge has never been flooded before, but the past few years, I am not at home, the water under the bridge each year, were covered up, the most powerful one, a hundred meters outside the shop flood Yan Dao. The people up the face of such water, although the mouth to complain about, the children are up shallow in joy to play with the local.

Junior high school graduates during that summer, my homework half the time, half the time to read Chiung Yao's novels.
And remembered the passing of his mouth were easy to throw, red cherry green banana.
In the summer rain, the time suddenly bunched up into a piece of paper, filled with the words, sometimes a rain-soaked scene.
Youngest cousin, is 20 of age.
My dear rain, second grade elementary school next semester. I can remember, rain or drizzle that three or four points. I have been in exile for so long Why? Sister said, you grow old, rain naturally grow.
Remarks, taught me the inevitable.
I had the green from years of life had hit the road. The age of older, recalled when the road to total less sigh.
Important to life without the opportunity to see Iraq's mountains green rainbow photographs, not himself suddenly moved. I vowed to mind stones and micro Hong Bo Li and the new version to open in Tibet, the promise that the words: One day, I will here.

The promise came so easily, because the heart already miss for a long time so unwavering.
Because of these promises, only to go this way lighter.
Snow sometimes come so easily destroyed, because the experience of thousands of miles and realized that we are still ahead alone.
Many people and things are still out of reach.

Random Thoughts（六）

The fall of the great

Some personnel, autumn will not be remembered.
I thank you for once in my life, give me warm.
NanKe yesterday as if dreaming, forget it good. Until the time of space-time, to you is numbered, so your face gradually blurred.
To do so in the end are going to have to always remember you, or preparing to start one by one, and make you forget?
I'm not sure.
Perhaps one day the future will know eventually.

But the sea was singing butterfly, bear no blame.
This fall, the good.

Random Thoughts（五）

Just want to hold you, fiercely.

Abandoned field to know there are fun, laid waste to have Soldiers and Elderly, and then hustle and bustle of the city, but also lonely corner.
So, I want to forgive.
You to all my good wishes to the family, as the do not know.

Think of youth is also being young, thought that the years will always burn.
Then you say, let us comfort each other, always trust, always hopes, always the last good people welcome his blessings.
So you wrote to someone else's words, I not live to tears.

Finally understand that it met the corner of juvenile life, is what we like but do not want to not have, and Peter Pan.
If fate shallow, so the other side lost.
You said that I would welcome me with open arms in place, that moment, just want to hold you, and firmly, and Push.

You say love is patient and kind.

Random Thoughts（四）

No dust in open flowers.

And repeatedly hearing the same song the whistle.
Would like to hide between Castle Peak, and you do not want to see, do not miss.
Sunflower gradually wither the bottle, leaving the stars look.
Vamp and scholars continue to see two-pronged approach, laugh when a laugh. After the laughter is endless desolation.
Many things, not I do not say, but you will not understand, then to silence.

I wanted it so much more to see the sunflowers to bright.
I was too crazy jump, there are many sad farewells and no.
In fact, I am your life, then the less important one.

Earth every day in the rotation, while the dust, you could not spend another also opened to joy.

Random Thoughts（三）

You and I are right, is the time of loneliness.

Rain did not stop.
Scholar to see Vamp and act in harmony will be the guests ask dumb speechless.
Then hold the knee straining to laugh, happy so simple, but I do not know whether to go for it so more simple.
Quiet for too long, but many things can actually start to feel less attachment.
So you say my heart cold-blooded, I agree with the surface of unhappy heart.
Emotional or too easily, but also all too easy to let herself go. Some people some things, though I think they will upset, but in fact I clearly know everything away from me.

Some people can not always come from the first end, halfway to the total lost.
In fact, this so is wrong with that? Perhaps God's cruel, perhaps the grace of God, Who knows it?
Like a person, hate a person, agreed to is the need for strenuous effort of one thing.

Random Thoughts（二）

Year from more than three years.
Some things are still clear, some things began to blur. Some people still exist, some people have already gone End of the World.
Year would like to see the flowers bloom, but not to wait until the dust settles the moment, can not be definitive.

In August the typhoon days, extremely quiet.
Are you married, had children. Just write an email, Road noise Congratulations.
A few years time, or us closer, or we drift away.

That experienced enough, not tough but still a strong heart.
I think moments of beauty to share with you, but Road, thousands of customs, no one complained.

Random Thoughts（一）

You send the iris already withered
You taught me learned to play the song
The wind blew chaotic melody
Heart has flew away with the wind
I think you finger impact impact

Those days will go to Villa, mortal Ranch, Hebei elegy, Xinxin with Indian look.
To each place, because different people or different reasons.
But also it was really beginning not to Villa.
Let Villa in all and everything, are buried in the deepest years.

Cooked last summer mango sago, cooked Fungus osmanthus soup.
Cloud cover heart was summer.
In the hot summer, suddenly wanted to look at the foot of the Tianshan snow.

Gathered from a total of times

These days, every day with a camera constantly taking pictures, and occasionally would sit at the table and afternoon practice will brush strokes.
A day and two and three-three to go shopping, go to Lianhua Road, go to the bar street, to White Lotus Cave, to couple the road to border crossings and eat octopus balls and buy a small number of tropical fruits, buy ZEN bread and cake to wild foxes on the island three bike riding, road riding around the phrase three times the sea.
They come to the first day I sat on the bed, put the air conditioning is good, two bath in the balcony drying of clothes, 3 March Flush cool sitting next to me, I suddenly felt a suspected dream. How to appear like a dream scene ah, II, and on March 3 in, with me, we're like a child, like cuddling, but they no longer fight, not fighting.

I give them cooked mango sago, do they miss so long fried rice, spare ribs soup pot corn drink to them.
Them to clean my house to clean up.
We go shopping, drink tea, listen to music, watching movies.
Noble Family I'll see them, they accompany me to watch TVB dramas.
Occasionally, my mother calls, we open hands-free, one a chatting, Mulan rain over the phone back to me, saying that they want me to want me.

2 and 3 March to bring me a soybean, peanut mud, home brewing sausage, pickled pig ears, Mom package preserved eggs.
A whole box, almost all of my band's native. I am laughing really native, which home a large bag of peanut also stained the soil.

We went to Seaside Park, facing a bunch of pictures of tropical plants.
We went to morning tea sides are, go fishing girl.
As time went by, two and three-three can be not much time around me, but I have not cooked and white fungus soup to them.
Not take them to fly the beach, not take them to Royal Spa.

Suddenly feel the time is so not enough.
When I walked in the middle, two and three three took my hand and walk this town in the south when the road.
I feel so happy.
So easy, a heart full.

Only later, what should I do at the moment and remember what.
Mindful of this, the heart is always a sense of loss.

Crevices between the memories（二）

Summer is a childhood legend. She said: "Summer is a time when the child grows the fastest." Has been seen from the book, his dream to fly at night, that is, the long body. It is indeed often done by such a dream, dreamed that my feet Yi Deng, the body flying up on the floating in the sky, I saw the vision that's all.

Every summer, Zhuang Huren home to have a good harvest of wheat, wheat on the day and night of rushing to the water. It also did a few years drought, watched the wheat would receive, and not touch the ground a little dry in the wet. Prior to wheat drink wheat harvest to grain big full of saturated and high yield. Prior to this wheat harvest once again poured water. That season, in order to rob people on the busy agricultural water broken. West make a big ditch running out of water. A root of all out into the ditch pipe, ditch and seeing the water level drop, rumbling machines ring from both sides. People are too busy to attend to eating midday meal at home with the elderly distressed child branding in a pancake house, water bottle filled with water, on the transfer plate, the then scarf wrapped Kua on the wrist. Mao Haizi led to the edge of a farm at home meal delivery. This became the village a unique landscape. It is squat in the fields, peasants holding bread, pickles clip, from time to time saliva also picked up a few bottles to drink. Under the blazing sun, busy schedule to eat a meal on the way, sweet natural self-evident. I often go to the father and mother with her meal, she took my hands, I hobbled down to the ground to follow ... ... the head and the father and mother I have a dinner - I do not like to eat at home, do not eat at home too poetic. How good here, looking yellow wheat fields, blowing Wild Wind. Began eating the rice to have any appetite. She say: "This child is not a good thing Sha rare, steamed bread on the recognition, pickles, boiled water." Near the sea uncle heard this talk to each other, "I say old Shenzi, your grandson is not told you that, 'eat cake, salt on the salt, do not live Well', ha ha ha ... ... "Then after Liezhuodazui laughed. "Sea brother, dined yet? To eat it!" Father Grandpa shouted toward the laughter of the sea to go. Sea uncle really put down the shovel and take over. I could not understand who she was so fun, to see her coming, hid while his play on the go.
But in rural areas, this scenario can be seen everywhere. I was a kid to eat 100 meals, to someone's coincided with the rice, then it has no kind of seating. People like, "Seeing a child grow Hutouhunao, and eat more, see you Shenzi my food is not tasty?" A village of children to our house, she would come up with snacks, biscuits to children to eat. If the world really want to become a Utopia, then definitely go rural in front. Because people like her deeply rooted in rural areas, has become the soul of the countryside.


Memories are short, but is so short of long. How long would life be used to recall the past? Endless live, do not the things you can not extricate themselves. Coordinates in life you have between paragraphs cell submerged in memories, reveling in memories, or even let you start avoiding reality, indulging in the past.
Memories will be addictive.
Gradually, in the brain plays a part in building memories of old houses, where you often walk through the thin Zazhao the past, items to have felt every bit of warmth. Because in the past you have had to live in fairy tales, and now the so-called fairy has gone forever.

Crevices between the memories（一）

When high-speed operation of the brain gradually calmed down, too busy to stop and stretch your hands in the pockets of Tanzania, that faint memory as the evening Xia children gradually filled half the sky halo. As time progresses you have too many memories, sedimentation, precipitation, so that you can no longer recall fixed, can not recall. Memories too of trouble, can not but recall, because there are too many memories of moving, even though they made you Liangbinbanbai.
And from out of my gaps, immersed in the things into. I know that even though the actual occurrence to the people who still hope alive I'm alive.


New Year, my father would go to my grandma's graves to see by reading a few words. This flies pragmatic father said. I do not have the father did. Since my grandmother died, I have not been to her tomb father let me go with her, I always shook his head, followed his father to call me when it no longer. I also had my grandmother's graves no go. I miss her Pazai into the whirlpool. Time is like a piece of rubber, you go farther, the portraits on paper gradually blurred. Her voice and facial expression also in my mind faded, and later worked can not remember her appearance and regretting. It often pulls out a thick photo album of this, many photos of her only two, one was her and I Qianfoshan the photo, another is a family portrait. Every time I see these two photos, about her memories of autumn leaves as the general, the wind would blow on the spread of the sky. At this point I can not see the blue, blue sky, I do not know is that leaves, or their real tears covered his eyes.
That day I went into the tomb alone. I can not tell which one is her. Around Xin Fen, a former grave. Old grave cluster with soaring weeds, new grave was bare, the new turn up fresh soil still glowing colors. I finally saw a small corner stone of the name. A raised mound has long been the erosion of a very small, very clear traces of rain. Her life only to write their names, although not to write, able to memorize the Three Character Classic Book of Family Names, which made me very curious. At this point, I stand at her grave, actually have not come to their own chagrin up a few years ... ...
Memories of her are really too many too many, as mother said, "This is a small child playing along with my grandparents grew up in a split, like a child just as lost Huner." Dusty, the door has been opened, a person standing in front of the upper side wearing blue shirt of homespun gown, Mianyang to the blue trousers, old shoes end Melaleuca, light gray scarf around his head. Memory of her is like that. That said, gripping a sudden a hand has gone through my hands every corner of the village, farm life pair had worked hand how powerful, can not afford to let me break away, struggling not to open. There was gripping with both hands, lost a lot of childhood freedom, made me grow up safe, even though, I do not know. I am curious and her pair of big feet, about her feet there is still a noteworthy story. I see her feet as big as the people are, are trembling tottering walk, she has a pair of Bigfoot. "I also had their feet tied, when more than sister, holding a rolling pin on your great-grandmother drove us bound feet, still shouting 'do not bind feet, you Marry go?' Bound feet, the pain can not sleep at night, I put down long bindings removed. then you fail to beat my great-grandmother, my legs wrapped into the ... no ... not so after the liberation of bound feet ... ... "When it comes to this, she was always a kind of pride flu jump in his face. Pair of Bigfoot was able to thrust on me, but only other old lady standing there, looking anxious, I run far. She always likes to talk to the village for the elderly, said that the content is just a rotten corn castor Chen, Li Dong parents short. I am very interested in their conversation, every time when I am impatient, is tugging at her clothing or jewelry, straining name of stagger. She stood up, something more to say and then said: "old wife on, we say it another day ... ... this child ... ..." murmured unsteadily been slightly pulled me home. In my mind, she is busy every day farm work, or tidy the yard, or a pile of messy heap of straw, or what tends the vegetable garden planted, often in the yard, feed the chickens wandering. I only play one side, sometimes impatient to play, they cried at her cry out loud: "eat cake (steamed bread), the salt salt (pickles), not live (not work)." Which, she to put down the live, face up and good-looking smile, "does not work, where to the cake, salt, salt?" Later, she and others often say this, the village people often take these words and non- sensible, I laugh, it became for a time this sentence the words the village sent people to compete, but also became my childhood when the most praiseworthy words, the refinement of this sentence again now that it is also pleasant for considerable charm.
Childhood, after the good is cut off from the school. Day and time spent with her short.
Home after school every night, not yet completely dark day down. Into the village to see her sitting on the lap alley mouth, I knew she was waiting for me, I ran home, the dropped bag, it came out, sat with her lap, she is still so , so do not sell noodles to village father. Getting dark, hidden among the debris in the cracks between the blocks and drag the Ming Insects have a long sound, the sky bat is hidden in the shadows, sharp cry issued from time to time. She stood up, space is completely dark. I stood up from the disc, see direction towards her looked to see the distance on the road with a faint yellow light is moving toward us. That is a father. Little, my father came back. The streets have no one, even if someone could not see. Trembling with her in the back of a motorcycle onto the alley it struggled the mouth of the slope. And other lodge had disappeared in the alley a dusky light, the sound of that closed-door creak shilly-day took the noise of the sinking of the night the little village.
Quiet night, only talking to her grandfather, said all those things that crops the ground. Shashi Hou wheat harvest, ah, Shashi Hou received melon, ah, Shashi Hou Zaimiao ah. There will be sawed this year's harvest? Both in her speaking voice, the difficulties involved in the dream means to me ... ...
A child of the morning is warm. When the dim sleepy eyes opened, grandfather sitting Mazar, copy set, lean on the bed seemed to be asleep. Her legs limp on the kang, Waizhao body to wake me up. Winter's morning in bed most warm, grandfather playing with me, to shovel the snow of a cold morning, my hand stretched out in bed, I sleep all consumers cool too. She was at the side muttering: "You do not sleep, do not let the children Who! Go with warm Shuitang hot ... ..."
In the quiet of the brook, there will be ups and downs of the waves. I grew up no longer willing to be bound to her, her hands no longer pair of towering strength to live my clenched, I "free", and so free crazy. It was a rainy day, the village people had died, carrying the dirt road for too long mourning team, crying mixed with Feng Yusheng, dancing wildly in front of the willow howling with. Paper Paper sedan horse and burning in the strong wind, and soon became a mass of black mud. Perhaps out of curiosity, and I ran a piece to watch the kids next to pick up the ashes without burning through the colored paper, I also picked up a lot. She was a feudal women, feudal filled her mind. She could not bear to watch the scene in front of it is dead dead disrespect, this is in retribution. Her funeral in the rain along the long team after me, how could chase her last? I clenched started picking up in the thick of a pile of colored paper, turned around to see her his hands and knees, hunched, heavy breathing heavily, her hair long in the face Hunzhao rain ... ... home, I caught a cold , high fever. She said it was dead annoyed. For these, she has a sure way out of the village's children have a long disease of disaster have to find her. People to cover this another way is called "call Huner", meaning to take away the souls of children Huner and then move back. Son to think of it now is really incredible! That morning, I woke up and found the pillow a lot higher than before, Georgia's neck pain. I opened a pillow for a look, pair of shoes I saw yesterday was dried, stacked against the forward. Strangely enough, my illness the next day fine. Regardless, I kind of laissez-faire, how disobedient, she protected me as her efforts. Old can not walk until she was half-step.

Crevices between the memories（一）

When high-speed operation of the brain gradually calmed down, too busy to stop and stretch your hands in the pockets of Tanzania, that faint memory as the evening Xia children gradually filled half the sky halo. As time progresses you have too many memories, sedimentation, precipitation, so that you can no longer recall fixed, can not recall. Memories too of trouble, can not but recall, because there are too many memories of moving, even though they made you Liangbinbanbai.
And from out of my gaps, immersed in the things into. I know that even though the actual occurrence to the people who still hope alive I'm alive.


New Year, my father would go to my grandma's graves to see by reading a few words. This flies pragmatic father said. I do not have the father did. Since my grandmother died, I have not been to her tomb father let me go with her, I always shook his head, followed his father to call me when it no longer. I also had my grandmother's graves no go. I miss her Pazai into the whirlpool. Time is like a piece of rubber, you go farther, the portraits on paper gradually blurred. Her voice and facial expression also in my mind faded, and later worked can not remember her appearance and regretting. It often pulls out a thick photo album of this, many photos of her only two, one was her and I Qianfoshan the photo, another is a family portrait. Every time I see these two photos, about her memories of autumn leaves as the general, the wind would blow on the spread of the sky. At this point I can not see the blue, blue sky, I do not know is that leaves, or their real tears covered his eyes.
That day I went into the tomb alone. I can not tell which one is her. Around Xin Fen, a former grave. Old grave cluster with soaring weeds, new grave was bare, the new turn up fresh soil still glowing colors. I finally saw a small corner stone of the name. A raised mound has long been the erosion of a very small, very clear traces of rain. Her life only to write their names, although not to write, able to memorize the Three Character Classic Book of Family Names, which made me very curious. At this point, I stand at her grave, actually have not come to their own chagrin up a few years ... ...
Memories of her are really too many too many, as mother said, "This is a small child playing along with my grandparents grew up in a split, like a child just as lost Huner." Dusty, the door has been opened, a person standing in front of the upper side wearing blue shirt of homespun gown, Mianyang to the blue trousers, old shoes end Melaleuca, light gray scarf around his head. Memory of her is like that. That said, gripping a sudden a hand has gone through my hands every corner of the village, farm life pair had worked hand how powerful, can not afford to let me break away, struggling not to open. There was gripping with both hands, lost a lot of childhood freedom, made me grow up safe, even though, I do not know. I am curious and her pair of big feet, about her feet there is still a noteworthy story. I see her feet as big as the people are, are trembling tottering walk, she has a pair of Bigfoot. "I also had their feet tied, when more than sister, holding a rolling pin on your great-grandmother drove us bound feet, still shouting 'do not bind feet, you Marry go?' Bound feet, the pain can not sleep at night, I put down long bindings removed. then you fail to beat my great-grandmother, my legs wrapped into the ... no ... not so after the liberation of bound feet ... ... "When it comes to this, she was always a kind of pride flu jump in his face. Pair of Bigfoot was able to thrust on me, but only other old lady standing there, looking anxious, I run far. She always likes to talk to the village for the elderly, said that the content is just a rotten corn castor Chen, Li Dong parents short. I am very interested in their conversation, every time when I am impatient, is tugging at her clothing or jewelry, straining name of stagger. She stood up, something more to say and then said: "old wife on, we say it another day ... ... this child ... ..." murmured unsteadily been slightly pulled me home. In my mind, she is busy every day farm work, or tidy the yard, or a pile of messy heap of straw, or what tends the vegetable garden planted, often in the yard, feed the chickens wandering. I only play one side, sometimes impatient to play, they cried at her cry out loud: "eat cake (steamed bread), the salt salt (pickles), not live (not work)." Which, she to put down the live, face up and good-looking smile, "does not work, where to the cake, salt, salt?" Later, she and others often say this, the village people often take these words and non- sensible, I laugh, it became for a time this sentence the words the village sent people to compete, but also became my childhood when the most praiseworthy words, the refinement of this sentence again now that it is also pleasant for considerable charm.
Childhood, after the good is cut off from the school. Day and time spent with her short.
Home after school every night, not yet completely dark day down. Into the village to see her sitting on the lap alley mouth, I knew she was waiting for me, I ran home, the dropped bag, it came out, sat with her lap, she is still so , so do not sell noodles to village father. Getting dark, hidden among the debris in the cracks between the blocks and drag the Ming Insects have a long sound, the sky bat is hidden in the shadows, sharp cry issued from time to time. She stood up, space is completely dark. I stood up from the disc, see direction towards her looked to see the distance on the road with a faint yellow light is moving toward us. That is a father. Little, my father came back. The streets have no one, even if someone could not see. Trembling with her in the back of a motorcycle onto the alley it struggled the mouth of the slope. And other lodge had disappeared in the alley a dusky light, the sound of that closed-door creak shilly-day took the noise of the sinking of the night the little village.
Quiet night, only talking to her grandfather, said all those things that crops the ground. Shashi Hou wheat harvest, ah, Shashi Hou received melon, ah, Shashi Hou Zaimiao ah. There will be sawed this year's harvest? Both in her speaking voice, the difficulties involved in the dream means to me ... ...
A child of the morning is warm. When the dim sleepy eyes opened, grandfather sitting Mazar, copy set, lean on the bed seemed to be asleep. Her legs limp on the kang, Waizhao body to wake me up. Winter's morning in bed most warm, grandfather playing with me, to shovel the snow of a cold morning, my hand stretched out in bed, I sleep all consumers cool too. She was at the side muttering: "You do not sleep, do not let the children Who! Go with warm Shuitang hot ... ..."
In the quiet of the brook, there will be ups and downs of the waves. I grew up no longer willing to be bound to her, her hands no longer pair of towering strength to live my clenched, I "free", and so free crazy. It was a rainy day, the village people had died, carrying the dirt road for too long mourning team, crying mixed with Feng Yusheng, dancing wildly in front of the willow howling with. Paper Paper sedan horse and burning in the strong wind, and soon became a mass of black mud. Perhaps out of curiosity, and I ran a piece to watch the kids next to pick up the ashes without burning through the colored paper, I also picked up a lot. She was a feudal women, feudal filled her mind. She could not bear to watch the scene in front of it is dead dead disrespect, this is in retribution. Her funeral in the rain along the long team after me, how could chase her last? I clenched started picking up in the thick of a pile of colored paper, turned around to see her his hands and knees, hunched, heavy breathing heavily, her hair long in the face Hunzhao rain ... ... home, I caught a cold , high fever. She said it was dead annoyed. For these, she has a sure way out of the village's children have a long disease of disaster have to find her. People to cover this another way is called "call Huner", meaning to take away the souls of children Huner and then move back. Son to think of it now is really incredible! That morning, I woke up and found the pillow a lot higher than before, Georgia's neck pain. I opened a pillow for a look, pair of shoes I saw yesterday was dried, stacked against the forward. Strangely enough, my illness the next day fine. Regardless, I kind of laissez-faire, how disobedient, she protected me as her efforts. Old can not walk until she was half-step.

Between wave

In the autumn wind whistle, mountain leaves the day, you packed up the bags filled with harvest fruits, with a melancholy mood, bid farewell to two years of military life, with the determination of the pace into the complicated social, the other a difficult start journey as an entrepreneur.
Between the wave, I think you will come back, because this is your place will never forget. There is no wealth and rank, but up from the seas hero; There is no easy comfort, there is the Montreal flowers set off with our young and beautiful life; There is no desert Camel Bells, there are loud and clear bugle echoing in our dreams. Our youth, our fate, our friendship, we start the first ladder of life from here. Because of the history of military service, we have no blood in the family; our blood more than a patient, to endure hardship and tough components, Since then, we have a common title - comrades in arms. Leave your footprints for two years, leaving you two years of hard work, you have two years of sweat shed, with you two years of harvest, you will have to bid farewell to camp life, back to give birth to the land, and to re-round of hard work, but you are our life - comrades.
Do you really leave you, my comrades in arms? Your uniformed Lara Wei Zhou, Jing a standard salute; wave between the chest of the red flowers shine your glorious life, tears shone the oath we have clank - My Hero to be a soldier.
Do you remember the first year of a soldier, wearing no collar badges and large enough to spend a little exaggerated and uniform, with a look into the boot with the infant when you say you lost with her stylish dress, in exchange for this set of uniforms, do not know if it is worthwhile. After three months, after recruit training, you take off a childish, with a loud voice replied: "This is my life the most uniform body fit the clothes." Do you remember, when you see other people easily done 100 support and submaximal surprise when you face; when someone shaking his fist when you flush the wrist to pull Embarrassment; class leader look like your bread when the disappointed look quilt. Stage rating at the time, a small red flag for you which things to all with his head down.
Do you really leave you, my comrade? Rolling the wheel slowly to suppress thoughts of a long, dark backpack not hold all of our blessings. Wave between the homesickness of the flute you still linger in the camps were over. Remember the case of the Chinese New Year in boot with it? Homesick feelings filled the hearts of all his comrades, you won the short letter that sealed his father deep wrinkles letter crooked handwriting, long thoughts into a simple statement, a heavy hoe hard with your sustenance, never tired of life mentioned to you, medals is his greatest expectations. Siren burst gently take you back to the distant home, the tears and you're completely soaked stationery unknowingly. Days after leaving home, the concept of family is so specific, you always gently she was deeply hidden, My Hero Zhizaisifang always said, we should not let their hands and feet get tangled.
Do you really leave you, my comrades in arms? You looked down at the front of the medal, reveal a slight smile; wave between the direct sunlight your resolute face, slowly the pace, you have to go hard with no history of bleeding days you did not shed a tear over. I remember the first time you visit the company honor room, said firmly that one day you want to add more awards honor room. From then on, every day to honor room you spend a few minutes, gently wipe the dust off those medals, silently count the days of the military contest. Passage of time, the persistent pursuit of your decorating with the younger years, the same oath is still your ultimate goal. Although the results have been far ahead of you, but you have never met, you said the strength of the enemy is always on their secret, the only way is to improve yourself. You never mind the wet and stepped down from the training ground, you may now 10,000 drop of sweat on the battlefield that can be valuable in exchange for a drop of blood.
Do you really leave you, my comrades in arms? Off people do not want to take away your green shadow train, waving, between the windows to block your fuzzy eyes in tears. Future full of thorns, you can calmly face. From the hustle of the day with you away from, with a journey, you will be into the wider world, society, competition will replace all the training ground game. Perhaps you have been suffering the fate of us, but from our suffering and plight came out, out of a new world. Just because we have a history of military service, had a splendid youth, our smile is always young. You still prefer the simple barracks, like the military uniform and simple, you say no matter how long you will not be mercenary invasion, that a resolute will never degenerate, uniform and never will fade. You really should, my comrades in arms. Wave between the window and I saw the fuzzy green with a new extension of the distance toward ...

Dutch village in the afternoon sun

At the time, the threshold of the steps forward in June, is the Dutch ingratiate Quchong to the Spring and Autumn season. Wind River Qingxu the slip line coerced a chill across the Yellow River to the village started to shop, they sent over the streets of the Lotus, are sent along with the unrestrained impulse to open the soul. Thus, in June, the Netherlands thoughts exposed, and a kind of longing towards the wind, toward rain, towards the sun you gamely elongation growth.
Hawthorn mile away from the village, such as the eyes are blocked off from the secular party paradise. Alcohol side of things of the world Wai Fung Cheong end of the village stream reflecting the Lang Lang events, Ching Ming and peaceful, dotted with willow trees also caused open Hawthorn added some deep flavor. Morning morning mist filled the air, so the addition of a mysterious third Hawthorn shy. Evening smoke everywhere, then the weather Xiao Shu, smoke Lin Ching-Kuang, the old Cang and refined gas is pressing. The most amazing is that at noon, to the lotus pond, eyes full of green trees green water, everywhere are slim shy stubborn Dutch and the stuffed lotus. Patton felt that their people are green throughout, and even the soul seems to have become rainy magic calm clear stream water to the green. Luxuriantly around the cropland in the frog stopped singing, apart from the distant village where a TWO cuckoo's call and a quiet surrounding.
Grazing to a village south of Yellow River Dipo waist; Shimoda not go due south, knife, dam nest is to the 50 mu; peasant women washing clothes in streams in the nearby scrub, so far away from the hubbub away from the busy streets of the pond is quiet and peaceful, with no livestock of your hospitality, plus lotus pond surrounding muffled by layers of green plants, pond is natural to open up one Pure Land.
In a quiet afternoon, into the sunlight the lotus pond, the lotus Fang listen to the sun, whether it is a suffering and dying of heart wind and rain, with a whisper away alone in a pool of quiet as the Son Office Bibo Li, for love is not to change the dream. Open the flower in the autumn under the powder charge, doomed blossoms full season of my life now, you are the nearest neighbor and happiness, flowers disperse yesterday sections of Hua Shi, and Hui-sun was overwhelmed by the wind and walk away, and Hua Lu vegetation serves as contrast Interesting.
It filled a pool of clear water of the pond, Xu Zhao a long waiting. Shaped like a dog walking horse Cang like clouds gently drifting across, a sight that gradually become open, looking around the vast lotus pond, the heart, floating almost too lopsided, as in shallow fantasy of exile. The afternoon sun, the leaves were green structured, tender lips real pressing. Deep and shallow, flickered. Lotus is pink, pink Oh that is intoxicating, thick pale, like a shy bride's face flushed red Nama, touching. I think it is the artist painting the eyes of the flow of "fairy floats on the waves."
Sun in the Netherlands, jumping dance of life, once for danger in the confusion, the soul-deep lake bottom, such as fluctuations in vibration, lush grass contains Zuo unpredictable changes and unpredictable force. Pond near the willow the cicadas have stopped shouting. And everything is so quiet, endless vast water, wind, and suddenly leaps of birds, the blue sky and the waves in between, a small point, a small point of white, slowly stretch, near the I increasingly bright mind, how quiet, how wonderful Oh, Happy Tour overwhelmed discovered that there were large U.S. do not speak English can not help but think of Chuang Tzu: "World Journal of cloud that can not be with the Zhuang language."
Hee in the warmth of the sun, watching this little quiet on such a pure blooming lotus. My heart, I do not know why, Meng's Yi Chan, like love at first sight with my woman in the mortal world. Far from the flower lotus, bathing in the sun, lovely, and tender lips. It is charming, it is pure, and even the green lotus leaves are so seductive, born in the mud it actually carve out a beautiful bright and clean flowers, this is a miracle of nature. Each flower is like a jewel-like benevolence. I think it is the Buddhist holy heart flower "Great Lotus persons."
Chu described by moonlight Hawthorn is not appreciated, but the lotus pond during the day gave me another kind of feeling. Long the rising sun shining throughout the pond, awakened sleeping lotus leaf. In the thick leaves the sun cast a golden Kuang-Liang Huang shallow layer of color, such as painted in the morning to their makeup. Paint is not uniform, irregular mottled, but the lotus leaf is thus even more wind, seemed in high spirits. Greeting the sun looked that largely tiled round lotus leaves in the water, like a plate full of a crystal pearl, also as full of delicious food, my nose has been filled with the inter- bursts of lotus fragrance. Lotus in the sweetness of a mixture of scattered children, it is refreshing.
Lotus fragrance is pleased drunk people, it is sweet, this is a strange taste, smell it every time, you will have a feeling, this feeling never to repeat, so you want to hear the news, its aroma and its color, like pink pink, which includes warm, cool and natural.
A bit strange these days the wind did not, in my eyes is a static show landscapes: Hawthorn side of willow leaves bowed and motionless, and like the memories of the past in silence; the opposite side of the island fishing lake Some old people are waiting patiently and quietly; not far from the shade of a tree in the Lotus Pond Pavilion showing the most beautiful silhouette, very lovely in the sun. Occasionally a few bugs in the lotus leaf below the water jump, causing a circle of tiny ripples in the pond to add a little quiet dynamic.
If the peony is a lady, then more like a lotus in bloom girls. Lotus, as she has a pink sunset-like dress with a blue green umbrella, for her shelter. Lotus, she has 出淤泥而不染 the character, even with the general character of steel, she never bent body, bow to the wind and rain.
After the home far, far away from a pond near the village. Alone countless days and nights in the exotic, I have often been a number of tangible or intangible heavy "burden" of pressing, choking me, so I decadence. I tried to put it, in exchange for one's easy. May already know, once down, we would have no excuse and let it drift in the capital. Or is this really where human evil, a little frustrated and would like to let the world know that the world is the most unfortunate and most painful one, to win people's sympathy and compassion, to cover up their inner weakness and emptiness.
Each summer comes, I have embodied the desire of the new life; each flowering season, are raised on love's longing.
By water, neighbors, and I used my key to open your heart no one can Kai's Xinchuang Stewards. So, I followed your veins to find your soul that aromatic.
May go home when they see my pond. Standing pond, I shame. Fortunately, my life has a lotus, like a baton to guide the direction of my future.
Ah, Jun lotus opened, Iraqis, Where Are You?

The dream is no trace

Awoke crying from a dream, cheeks covered with tears, grief does not end because of wake up, crying voice continued. Good real dreams, whether it is anxiety and fear of heart or have dreams Riyousuosi cause night? I can not tell. Clear and well know the true good dream, like I have experienced the same. Yes, because I have experienced in the face, so I just like the Heartbreakers.
A good vulnerability of life, facing death, the living apart from fear and helplessness, powerless to do anything. I'm afraid I have loved ones who disappear one by one in front of me. Live ordinary every day going through some memories, have long been ignored. I know that people are not living in a dream, but dream of the mark but I still can not get rid of. Perhaps this is something everyone experiences, and everyone will feel sorrow. So why, that dream has always been entangled in my mind? I would also like to open heart, go with the flow, can be easier said than done, but it is too difficult.
Many people complain born Duochou live so tired, can not think about it? How can I do not want to do? Beginning of life, we are naked to, the end of the then empty-handed. Red Dust tour, what are we going? Experience a romantic love? Feelings of affection for some flesh and blood of their loved ones? To one or bland, or fantastic stories draw perfect end? Each person's experience or different, but both are achieving the same end.
Dream is helpless to give up, looking away loved ones, only endless grief. Dream, I can not choose. Fortunately, it was just a dream wake up, but can not be depressed heart back from the dream, because I know that one day this dream will become reality sooner or later, this is the pain!
Chaotic thoughts traction with me in the past and present, back and forth between. A dream to me heart hurt, I think if the world suddenly without me, my family and I will use the same heart to miss me, as I will have to dream I was in pain. Quietly believe that death is not terrible for everyone, bring the terrible shadow of death and sadness, terrible in the face of the dead left behind in this world all the memories. Wishful thinking to think that if something can be left to the memory of the death of all the nice to eliminate it. In that case, death can only be called the real end.
Fear, I even think to do a better life than to spend a grass. Whether long or in the mountains and open the pot, spring hair green, barren winter solstice. Lodging such, will not fades and sorrow, will not wither and distressed. Huakaihuaxie, seeds falling dust, life extension again. . . . .
Unaware of surprise, all the life cycle of the natural world was actually so similar. Had no real end, everyone is also a continuation of life. Since we can not choose when it is on the learn to accept and face? Society faced down a the end of life? ECOLOGY full moon like face, the same as the natural ebb and flow? We chose to use before the end of what kind of mentality to get through life, like the flowering trees, evergreen vegetation, when the vivid colors never dull, nor dismay when the dying. All obey God, follow the laws of nature, perhaps the heart will feel relieved. Ah, it should be one such, and this is it!

Sing the Ordinary

Retrospection on my own, in the factory as workers is my main occupation, as thousands of workers in the production line, like brothers, in order to feed their families, in ordinary posts, earned a hard-earned money, nothing speak of the glory and halo.
I did not create any great achievements, there is no hardship has finally arrived after the start vertex brilliant experience, more often, I just start looking at other people, of course, some entrepreneurs have also seen like a meteor fallen, become sadly Matt. Life is like theater scenes, everyone is a director of your life, I have directed the ordinary life of their own every day. Life, like me, ordinary workers is too many, it is only building dedication of all of us become the cornerstone of this great era, when I threw the envy of others, I also know that their the shoulders of Dan Zhao family and society.
Hand is a pair of rough hands, full of calluses knot every day with heavy tired body home, walking in the road work when the wheel slides away and looking at the sunset, vast dignified, the feeling that their life is the load , and can not help Gankaiwanduan. And workers around the difference is that I have had a thought of the brain, this thought brought me sentimental and heart, often do not make their own quiet, so I will spend my life Is it? But it can not do? After all, who is already half my life, and all opportunities have been missed, so to change the fate of the efforts failed.
But I have an idea, unyielding, fate can not beat me, I like Beethoven, as to tenacity and perseverance fate by the throat. I would like Hemingway's fisherman, that you can not beat me. I want to use a pen to record your life, I hope my pen to reveal the shadow of the times, and then years away and say to myself as I have lived, and this fight before. I will not regret it.
But that these and my career, though? I hope so, because every day I engaged in a profession, and the division of labor in society, the profession is no distinction or the points. When the workers as glorious, as happy as create value for society, and realize their meaning of life. And my writing is inseparable from work every day, it hit me pain, sensitive to my life, to enlighten my life. I stand behind it, the background of my life, every day to remind me, where I walked, how many life time.
Looking at my future career has been bound, this can only go on the. Think of his poor background, to have the meeting now, and I want to take now, to value time, for writing better works.
Even the humble people, born in a poor family in inner inferiority, but this has developed a rich imagination, that wonderful imagination touched generation after generation, people have seen the good he desires, he thus a noble person, I say this person is Hans Christian Andersen, he left the world a beautiful fairy tale.
Depression is also a noble, to say nice, it makes us depressed people find a sense of home, because we like to see the "noble" is upon us, we do not look down on us lowly birth because it is so we came to this world. The skin, hair adhere, and I in such a career, experience of life, I have a pair of working hands, I have a pair of hands to write, I want to leave the beautiful world of text, such as security feel, as beautiful and mysterious in his imagination touched generation after generation.
I may never be great and reputation of Andersen, but I will no regrets, to the pen to show his personal charm, to ordinary language to record their own path in life, to thinking to open a fan of life landscape of the door. I have confidence in the future of literature, because the world who are set for each stage of their own, each with their own career to play one role in life is colorful, the world is the magnificent attractions .
Sing in the Ordinary, extraordinary career, the average song is one song after another to move their own songs.

Solo

And today the snow, waving kind of Sasa.

I sat looking out of the shop across the glass door, is a quick eyeful Xue Wu of the world, which makes the evening I thought of the Danian Ye do the dream, I actually followed that dream for years, command can get rid of. Dream is a white world, it was a snowy wilderness. I am an exclusive one, and I appeared lost, but nothing in, only the snow, his eyes is snow, the sea has become Xuehai heart, made me feel cold all the more. I do not know why they stand there, do not know what where to go, even more ridiculous is the wind blowing in that one moment under the snow that I could wear a skirt, a white dress, a color and snow the skirt. I was the only black hair and that the world is two clear of. I was blown chaos hair brush in my own face, not a bit soft, because I feel cold, have lost the ability, I hold fast to his shoulders in that bleak world ......

I know I should not have that kind of mood, but not the brain, heart driven, immense loneliness and despair that is my heart can not bear, but I can not escape.

Snow has been coming out of the noisy, bustling, thriving as the secular. As I see tired and fell asleep to the rhythm when the snow will not keep up a cell in my eyes, it seems that a lot of worry Zaibu Dong, sluggish, my eyes unsteadily a lengthy ..... there is an illusion, that snow seems to be wearing a skirt for me, but she was a man solo. . . .

I can not tell a dream, or wake up .....

Undead dance

Dead dancing, death beat, dancing puppets manipulated TV drama rigid body, marching neat cloth wearing the same mask dance. Jumping around in the mist from the foot of the dead body of the surrounding virtual soul, suddenly come offerings sound dense clouds, the fog of the death of more real! Puppet doll that invisible thread was silent death at the hands of a more controlled means of changing demons, claws, Ghostly Atmosphere sky, a silent rhythm of moving even more breathtaking! Alternative beauty fantasy TV drama continued exclusion and the washed look forward to stimulate the soul, the blue flame dance with the dead on the burning climax even more crazy in the wind, feel that a second suit brought by death pleasure!

All souls are immersed in this world only in black and white ecstasy of dancing with his body that illusory. They are representative of the dark endless dark night wandering. They are the darling of death, hell's angels, they are ... silent heart rhythm driven by the anxiety associated with death of the music and the pace of troubled souls united beat Bang, bang, bang ... fragile mind the continuing impact in the silent music China has become increasingly fast and heavy at last ... Bang! Bang ~ everything attributed to dust and natural! Soul drifting away from the body in the moment as if to see that omnipotent death it was a hand full of color and the grieving of the great sickle, walking slowly from the fog souls, all souls are the king of that powerful momentum repression can not move half, illusory body trembled struggle not live by! Then suddenly the sound ~ Death rising from the Quartet; Come on ... I can not move half-suppressed, illusory body trembled struggle not live by! Then suddenly the sound ~ Death rising from the Quartet; Come on ... I can not move half-suppressed, illusory body trembled struggle not live by! Then suddenly the sound ~ Death rising from the Quartet; come ... my child! Join our team now! Let us follow the beat of the death, beating a neat dance steps, wearing the same mask, a dark void in the sparkling blue accompanied by the public with the dancing fire of hell this "dead dance" it! Jumping to fog at times, take your pace, come on! Come on ... ...

Essay town（四）

Town is not prosperous. Town as the days are gone like the water, and even sell seeds of the old man, action is Manyou You, and if not sell seeds, but spend leisure time, no commercial atmosphere of the city imposed on the sale of the stress.
Walking Street is the most prosperous parts of town. When I first came here, only the Front Street Pedestrian Mall, and just opened fire since then is the department store and Hualian. Hualian Department Store and before that every time I come to town will go, in the city despite an array of products, I still think the mall is a painful thing; in here, but two two-storey small articles of daily use, made me happy this is not he. I know I go shopping with his wife's time is limited, but what woman does not like to go shopping? Only when I try to compensate for the time. This has gone beyond people force themselves to become happy because of love and happy. So that if any of you plays to a small town does not walk in front of the tracks Hualian, I think saw it, does not seem to take full advantage of these days like. In fact, even without taking the tracks, then a few days I will definitely visit there, and even went to the Hualian, but I just do not walk on the tracks to heart. I am aware of this strange feeling because I was too attached to a small town, and I stay here a very short time and, I hope every time to be able to walk in a limited time, every place in town, on the as a man who loved baby and can not have it, he must touch the baby inside and out over and over. Inadvertently, I've had the tracks as a symbol, if I walked the track, I can console themselves: "The past is short, but the place to go also to the almost." Instead, there will be a lump heart: "hey, do not make good use of time, many places did not go."
Sometimes feel very much like a child.
Walking Street was prosperous, and addition of a walk in the street, there are many brand stores, look lively and viable for the small town atmosphere brings popular. Hualian department store and clothing than the ordinary style, pedestrian street naturally became our first choice for shopping.
Walking Street is a real need to walk, if you do not save time and through the words. See some of the original brand in town, and now gradually gathered in the pedestrian streets, open a small branch, together, as if suddenly the characteristics of a very small town. Mainly clothing and shoes, with leather goods, cosmetics, small accessories, there are small Fanzhuang, the pedestrian street decorated very cute.
I like walking street sunny afternoon. Gentle and warm sunshine in the middle of the street, shop in the roof in the sun cast the shadow of a tiny, two or three people come and go freely. Walking Street is very busy afternoon, especially on weekends. My wife and I would pull the door care Kang or red dragonfly, hand in hand from the first visit from the shop to see what new to this, to talk about what style of clothes at home, they like to try again test, unwittingly walked down the street on. And then came back across the street, just put the car back to the place. Front Street and walk in the street walking between the number of selling snacks, candied fruit in winter, summer, ice cream, can make shopping become more gusto. I was there eating barbecue, perhaps hungry, feel good, but then not to see.
Walking in the street to open a number of good brands, almost a symbol of small town fashion. When you suddenly find one day on the shelves addition of the beautiful clothes, or open a store there, you will feel immediate changes in a small town. This change reflected not only in scale infrastructure projects, expansion of road bridges and on, but also in the popular color has slowly infiltrated the world of small town simplicity.
Beautiful pedestrian street in the early evening, sometimes seems more lively number. Fresh wind has blown to the end of the street from the street, the summer evening walk to walking street, I think the most appropriate. Walking Street is getting wider, and walk Backstreet (Ladies) has begun to take shape, and Main Street behind the addition of the two streets, and even around the pedestrian street, it opened a lot of shops, pedestrian streets gradually become a business circle, Sheng fashion symbol of small business circles. I can say is look at pedestrian street grew up to find that every time she changes reflect changes in the development of a small town to getting my happy place.
Town there are not many large supermarkets, age is the largest. When I first came to the times being renovated, it is rather simple. Behind the times when the market, I was there to buy food first. Feeling of the times when things are more expensive, and later refurbished, with small town supermarkets also increased, and the introduction of competition, the times have a new look, more varieties of whole, things seem fine than a number of other supermarkets. Now the time seems to have become a center of small town life, very little can be said to have a family for a week not to age. My wife and I mainly come here to buy vegetables and some food, and sometimes wander inside, right when walking.
Zhen-Tai is a small town to another larger supermarket. What benefits vibration Dali, who played the slogan of the city's lowest price. However, as far away from where we live, so not much time to go after renovation. But I would still be free to see, be memorable about "pre-Lianyungang life."
Su fruit later in the town has opened several branches, one of them in residence not far. After dinner my wife and I often walk past, look at the way some message after plate of snacks or the next day's milk or something.
Last nag 2. The people of the bridge before the farmers market, are now built standard market, the environment clean, food is also more.
In the small town of days, I have two favorite things. The first is to do with my wife to cook, to see dishes, enjoy the sweet serenity of home life; the other is my wife go shopping, go to the supermarket, the place to be going everywhere, and even spent three hours riding with wife to town pocket again.
When I arrived, a small town is more simple, but now has changed many, many supermarkets, pedestrian streets and prosperity, and many roads are repaired, and everywhere in Gailou. The only constant is the intoxicating life of leisure here.
I like the small town changes the lives of this small town;
I like the small town of the same, this is a small town style.
In between changes, I lost in my heaven.

Essay town（三）

Pu, waterside land; new pump, the newly developed waterfront land.
The end of the land is the sea, the sea is the end of days, the sky clouds. The sea is an extension of the land, Lianyun of the sea.
This is the new pump, waterside land; This is Lianyungang, the seaside town.
I thought the most beautiful city of Lianyungang, Lianyungang most beautiful place is the sea; the sea is the most beautiful time of the summer.
Every summer, I will usher in the longest holidays. In the city the "Summer of Lianyungang" propaganda voice, I also look forward to and the sea dating, looking forward to a year of dating. But summer has come very late in Lianyungang, until late July or the cool wind, misty rain. Cunningham compared the stove, here is a summer resort course, but the realization of the aspirations of the beach, in the storm dragged the.
Lianyungang wife knows I like to know I love this city, like the scenery, like the sea because here are my favorite people. So one weekend, we went to the beach. I especially like the day, always feel this day to represent our lives every day, romantic, happy, always worth the wait.
If idle, the morning we set off, first xugou. Xugou offshore, near the car you can smell the breath of the sea, salty, seems distant and mysterious. Seafood xugou have a street frontage adjacent to the many small seafood restaurant business. Bustling city on behalf of the people indulging in this city seafood debauchery, like heaven's vocabulary, but here I found them, but the most common arrangement in the hotel entrance. So, here is paradise.
I really like seafood, they taste as if independent of all other food outside. But I am not because it likes seafood Lianyungang, not because the United States here Shanqing water. China's coastal city of many, many beautiful cities, but my mind is only one of Lianyungang. Maybe this is my character, like that a person like her every point, not like some aspects of her, and then like this person.
So, I like to eat seafood here, but do not care to eat the shell, shrimp or fish. I like the sea breeze can be blown in this place, and I love with people, eat with that particular meal, enjoy our time is. Maybe it's time for me at that time even more valuable, because the meet, always brief and always a long parting. I like almost bigoted attachment to time, and then obsessed with its carrier - the sea, seafood, sun, sand. . .
Wife's favorite food is shrimp, whether shrimp, shrimp or lobster, the Yellow River may be the reason not produce shrimp. I like to eat seafood here, there are shrimp prefer seafood. Age is also a supermarket occasionally shrimp, and romp, that I bought my wife a poor health, but was not visible. Every time to time, I have to go there to see, though it never sold shrimp, but I always hope that there will be. I think my wife may think that there's fish fun, in fact I was there to see the shrimp.
After dinner stroll xugou. Xugou business is not as good as new pump, not the number of the mall and not much interesting stuff. Pu and in Nanjing in the new shopping totally different feeling. When I first came here, Pu is worth visiting the new place is only walking street, department stores, and Hualian 3, and later developed a patch of pedestrian streets, the place to go just a little more. Walking Street is the wife most often the place to go, I remember almost every store here, but at night I ride with my wife walking through the blocks, looking at light of the "meaning Kang" advertisement lamp, it is what I call my Pu landmark new life scene. In leisure time, I will walk street holding his wife's hand wandered from scratch, tail, and then wandered from the tail head. Perhaps we are to buy something, or we do not know what to buy, just to go shopping, eat candied fruit or ice cream the way, what's, and then evaluate the such as "Tens" dress like never discounted. I think this is the shopping. Not only need a shopping street, a shopping center, or what is called the buy; shopping also need a soft light, relaxed mood, wonderful time, even need your love.
Having said so much, of course, to say the sea. Lianyungang has two baths, one Suma Bay, the other is dao. My first visit to the Suma Beach, Suma Bay is a natural beach, with cliffs on both sides, Jingtao shore, the water front of smoke and fog, sea and sky merged, giving a feeling of ends of the earth. Dao was more moderate, very fine sand, encrusted parasol, every summer afternoon, where a noisy, waves rolled laughter, threw them in the sky. Here, simply can not be called a swim, but should be playing in the water. Coast to lift the rising waves, layers of push over, sometimes as little hill over the same pressure. Struggling in the waves come only when the jump, feel the cusp of feeling, to be well. Otherwise, play wave right about face down, guaranteed to make you dizzy, nose and mouth are full of salty sea taste, ears filled with water, body also could not stand the impact of the war, even worse, you do not react, The second wave came again!
A little further from the coast where waves but smaller, you can swim. Wife swim very interesting, I remember when Liangzi, wife will not swim, wearing a life buoy floating on the water rolling over, do not want to put up the body line. To Lianyungang slightly better after, but still keep the ball rolling half-day is still standing, was I made fun of the "dog crawl." Wife likes to swim, but I was too short summer with her, she went I do not worry a person, so also few times a year. We are together, and I have to make up for this sorry.
When the sun slowly fell below sea level, a darkening sky, the sea becomes the cold. Fewer visitors, as if heaven and earth to restore their original look - a quiet bay. Way back in the evening. Hair still wet, who also left the breath of the sea, becomes all the more cool evening breeze, I reach for my wife's hand, pick up a beach front steps. Just love, I said to the wife, holding her hand and walked wish every evening. I did not think that what it was like every evening, but each time, and his wife walk through the evening, both at the seaside or in the pedestrian street, I have clear, this is what we have in one evening.
Wife, remember Zijingshan, I lament that there will be no next time Zijingshan will accompany you. Now, I am most happy thing is that not only Zijingshan, even to the ends of the earth I will have you stay with me.
So, I like the sea in Lianyungang.

Essay town（二）

First came to town is a summer morning. Quiet town like girls still sleeping, the city's hustle and bustle, the restless summer, does not exist here. Days have been completely bright, and yet did not want out of the morning mist Mimeng colors. When driving a rental station, the voice of the little earth was far behind, roadside wasteland covered with weeds exudes country atmosphere. "Oh, you plant in the suburbs." My wife said thoughtfully on.
Wife went into the factory, and I am bored doorman chatting. I asked him what the bustling place here, he must tell me: "department store." I was relieved, I do not want to lose his wife in a "deserted" place, I hope her life as quiet as here, as colorful as the city. So in the first free afternoon, I decided to wife to feel "the most prosperous parts of town." Car is very slow, like walking from station to station, as if afraid it will open soon to the terminal like a stroke. So take ten minutes, when I was quiet waiting for scenes of bustling emergent time, the bus stopped, the conductor a local dialect: "Department Store's down hey." I know the doorman will not lie to me, this is the most prosperous parts of town, so I got off the first one is busy looking for here. I am disappointed that the so-called "department store" is nothing but a two-story mall, on the Nanjing just a "small", but the goods inside lackluster. There are some shops along the street, attracted 3,322 customers. When we walk in the Wang Qianmian time, even more desolate, nothing else.
Still remember when a small episode. Wife smiling children calling me to love, that is not to let people be too worried. I know this is the policy of appeasement wife, who called her my confidante always clever. Then I tampered with the situation here is bad for the situation described in some children, and she scared silly, and almost crying, she immediately asked what I need to send us. I saw the situation does not immediately utmost comfort and wife, "Partly cloudy" before hanging up the phone. I know that I love children have to worry about, but I worry about her early before I start worrying about his wife, and afraid of what the place is not convenient wronged her. After much deliberation, finally is a good thought: "my wife, look here to paradise, there is no fast-paced world, but also so that your change of heart Oh." Wife just chuckle. (Now it seems that laughter is the other something of great significance, the wife must be thinking, how paradise, my ability a great deal. Today, making phone calls to his wife felt.)
Then I went away, the wife of a man left in town. Because wife in a small town, I often see her, and the town has gradually become familiar. I like the small town of gentle and peaceful, like a leisurely satisfying life here, like occasional bright and lively town.
7:00 to 8:00, is the wife live in more crowded quarters, when one day. Sell ravioli, and selling children steamed pudding, and selling milk, pancake stalls, and are gathered in the cell door, two small shop and a snack bar, business is not bad, the air hazy with the smell of rice and shallot. People get up early each other hellos, or sitting down a bowl of wonton by the way chat. Working family is the most hurried, and some voracious eating breakfast, and some to breakfast on the car Louzi Li, Some have even one hand and breakfast in one hand and leaning on the handlebars. Sent his wife to go to work, my next stop was the market, buy a pound of lean meat, then buy some cauliflower, beans and the like Pork, and finally Shao Shang certain mushrooms. Wife usually does not love meat, I come to her to eat more natural Yao Hong, while I do the wife's favorite mushroom soup.
Day after the evening is a lively district, when assumed the role of selling vegetables, the fish, fruit seller, selling bread in the world. My wife will sometimes come out to buy some ready meal, or tofu to go back with some tomato soup, if it is summer, will carry her a big watermelon. General is to look after dinner dishes, I like his wife sitting in my lap, put her on the look of a subversion, and asked her: "it does not really happy?" He replied, while Ke Guazai wife: "It's fun." ─ ─ in this world, nothing made me happy than to his wife was happy.
Small town better than cities, but there are still a few rest days, place the. To suffer a pedestrian street in a clothing store, we usually park the car in the street one, I am holding the hand of his wife from a walk along the street side of the other end, and then came back from the street side, a few favorite dress is the wife In the pedestrian street to buy. Department Store, Kam Wan, light shopping and we often go to stroll around. Hualian's door, many vendors, I love to buy some almonds and pine nuts back to see his wife's favorite dishes when eating, the way to see his wife like a little squirrel eating pine nuts, like the cute look. There is also the hotel's beer Sichuan duck, filled with a large pan, enough to eat two of us, as fans duck blood soup, his wife said to do better than the Nanjing Confucius Temple.
Today my wife last year, sent to the town, A year down. Landscape apart makes us most of the time spent in the Acacia and watch. Even if occasionally meet, but also to bear the torment and the former Meet sorrow when parting. But we spend every day makes us feel happy and contented. Every time I come, my wife is always waiting for me outside the station early in the morning, and then to enjoy a few days time of happiness, and then send me an evening walk.
Well said early this year, must accompany the wife birthday, but now done it again. Wife that was waiting for me to re-assemble birthday, the day I think I'll definitely go to the beach with his wife, with sun, sand, sea, there to eat seafood, my wife felt as happy as birthday like.

Essay town（一）

Just flew out the small station, I saw his wife waving to me, far. Tired of the bag, thousands of miles of prostitution, all with bright up my heart. The Acacia miss day, every night of the cherished, I took her up in the moment vanished.
Farewell to meet, especially beautiful, but also for giving me the opportunity to discover new wife's charm. Time together every day, day stream through our fingers like water, I wasted too many opportunities to appreciate his wife. Until now, I know to look at her quietly, bowed his head straight to see her embarrassed, actually is a rare happiness.
Wash on a hot shower, eat a wife served the ravioli, I have a feeling of immortality. Although the dormitory is simple, but I can find a warm home and if I was the only ─ ─ came just like a family, wife and woman looked at me like a rose brought from Wuhan, carefully kept in a bottle of water , you can not help living in harmony with the warmth of the rippling ─ ─ such as we have our own house, she would take care of as it look like?
Wife rush to work, leaving me free to pass the time. Town has a unique soft and fresh, and quarters in the most peaceful corner of town. Open space between the floor, covered with weeds mixed flowers, occasionally with a small piece of vegetable land. Original winter morning ocean's drenched the earth, walk through the alley in the residential serenity, the quiet side of the customs experience it not a very pleasant thing. Small groups of children, or swing, or burning firecrackers, or sucking candy unknown playing chase, so quiet in another into a lively. I like the small town, because I have on the ease of Gerry yearning tranquil, because this will allow me to temporarily forget the work of the stress and anxiety, but also because here, left me with many memorable and wife get along bit by bit.
Tomorrow is Sunday, destined to accompany his wife go shopping. I am not afraid to accompany his wife shopping, after all this shopping is not always capable of having. In my eyes, the wife is always the less will take care of his little woman, though she did not recognize. I also want to go shopping, to arrange two months after her life, so that every time I am away from home for the wind to rain to worrying about. If winter comes, heater is essential; I had a hard time to convince her out wearing a hat, sea breeze too; also wife ran out of mascara, it was bought in Wuhan with us. Can he give his wife insisted I buy my pants pants ─ ─ lab pyrite was a small hole, I knew nothing and allows the wife's extremely distressed. The bustling town of several places on it, holding his wife's hand one can stroll the afternoon. However, and his wife shopping, far beyond the purpose of purchasing goods, but to enjoy both the good times dependent and line, enjoy "your hand, and the child with the old" well-being. I remember, and his wife just fell in love, I wife said: "I hope to walk holding your hand every evening," his wife shy silent. Can I go against my promise, so much the evening to let her walk alone, one now seems sorry for her. It is now evening, sunset to make town's landscape is more gentle, I can not help the wife's hand clenched ─ ─ wife Oh, you know, although the separation of helplessness, but each gathering dusk, I will surely take you by the hand come!
Visit one afternoon, we rewarding experience, but his wife did not buy a hat, I hasten to be compensated with candied fruit. When I was dusk when the shuttle with his wife in the small town streets, as his wife's arm as the seat belt system in my waist, I really feel like the happiest person in the world.
Together is always short-lived, winter winds that come and the. Absence of mixed feelings, writing in my mind, my wife's face. I want to walk, I feel bad, but I can not let mood affect the atmosphere, I come in the hope brings happiness to the wife, not suffering; wife do not want to let me go, she knows I want to walk, to her utmost installed does not matter She wanted me to meet the road with ease and. But all ultimately can not hide, do not have to cover up, enjoy the meet, the joy, we must endure the pain of parting. I told the wife that one day we will be together every day, this day is not far away.
Look at the crystal and look, spend a night is more mixed weeds are dead, the missing children in the game, only the winding path toward the distant boring. Is a gas station across the street, watching without expression between the passer-by. This is the parting of the afternoon.
Wife insisted on seeing me, with me waiting in the wind and take me away train. I let her go, she went back, she did not want to leave me alone. Why not a bigger wind, blown my heart's Parting, dried my tears wandering.
A car coming, nothing but parting asked;
Car is gone, nothing but a long Acacia.
Dear, quietly I go, As quietly as I came, I gently waved, unless the western clouds.
Honey, I'm leaving, but I will be back soon.