Different life

Under the blue sky

greenlife — Wed, 09 Dec 2009 03:07:13 +0000

Under the blue sky
There is a blue girl under the blue sky
It is getting blue for me to like, from in the past to now to in the a long one
Someone says: “Blue represents the melancholy one. Nobody including I myself do not know that become melancholy because of liking blue; Because melancholy let me love blue after all.
One’s life is in the familiar flourishing city; One is stoic to shuttle back and forth among the crowd coming and going; One sees the customer to the south of the city or north countrysides of the city from the city; One sees the kapok flower is in bloom during the season in spring; One sees the fallen leaves fluttering all over the sky when coming in late autumn. The quiet life, just like a pool lake water, after the wind that has palpitation once in a while skims over, everything belongs to calmly.
When being sad, look up at the blue sky. Because someone has said, when the tears will flow soon, lift the head and watch the sky, if so the tears would not flow.
Some things seem to be things have changed with the lapse of time, but the nostalgic child will remember forever. Remember forever that there has been transparent simple happy friend already falling scattered at the ends of the earth in those once dispersed years. When the loneliness, open present that collect, watch they right away like friend those still at one’s side, never far away from at all times. Think so, no longer feel lonely in the alien land of strange land.
Have seen such a word: Every one looks up at the person of the ferris wheel, is in fact looking up at the happiness. And I, see real ferris wheel never, I from happy and very much far and very much far still perhaps?
The life of wasting time impedes the uneasy step, choose to stay in the impetuous city helplessly finally. The night comes, sit while waiting for bus in the platform alone, can’t help resuming and look at the sky and stare flankly, at that time, the ones that emerged in the heart out were limitless and sad. I tell oneself, I am not lonely, have and speak and think of a lonely talent in lyrics. And I, no one can think no one can read at this moment, can it be lonely how?
Like listening to the sad music, see the sentimental characters. Wrote in the novel: One’s sky is blue. So my skies have all been that what I like most has been blue all the time, the cloud blown through once in a while only sets off the sky bluer. I understand, for whom can nobody stay in this world, the so-called love can be a thing all one’s life, can thing in a moment too, who leave who may live a life. The fish leave water, can choose broader sea; Water leaves the fish, can show even more limpidly. Just, the alternative can let people become stronger while forgetting
This I, one weakness but very strong, lonely lonely, sometimes sentimental to miss old times or old friends, girl smiling to tomorrow sometimes. In the bustling with activity life, the youth is just like a magnificent blue ivis, burst forth beautifully and ordinarily, it is lonely with the drifting of the heart to be been destined.
Perhaps one day, you will see:
That likes blue girl to often look up at the blue sky under the blue sky
Perhaps you can not see forever ……
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Thing that once thought

greenlife — Wed, 09 Dec 2009 03:05:55 +0000

Thing that once thought
Think what ’s beauty is love, warmth to have sunshine, tenderness to have spring breeze once, there is charm of the rose, there is sweetness of spring, there is thick fragrant smell of old wine, it is firm that there is huge rock, there is fragrance of oozing people, have warm romance
Once thought, really thought, the love was that youed and I passed by tomorrow together hand in hand, you and I share the weal and woe together, keep interdependently forever in sweetness and bitterness.
Once thought, really thought, the love was so eternal, can go to forever so long as two feelings were happy.
Think, think love so strong, from it abandons to be can as long as the heaven and earth endure really once.
Once thought, really thought, the love was so beautiful, no matter how much snow rain of wind and frost is gone through, no matter it is rugged how many frustrations are gone through, so long as there is love in the heart, will have neither enmity nor repentance in life.
Once thought, in long years, in the world of mortals, making a return journey hurriedly, the flame of the love would never put out, the absolute sincerity had one’s bosom filled with in the heart, is completely the flavour of the life.
Once thought, the beautiful meeting of the love was extended forever, but these once thought, but disappear in a flash in each morning waking up.
Once thinking, but did not think. Love is tender, do not stand a burst of hurricane to blow; The fragility of the love, it is hard to stand the surplus defeat; Love is dull, can’t stand the baptism of time. In the long river for life, who wish, become one transient guest hurriedly only, who wish empty to die ink to river that?
Once thinking, did not have it to not having by mistake. Illusion is always bright, when illusion and realistic disparity are too far, but the wound and hard, can only be in rain and sad, sigh over in rainly with feeling. In years wasting time, always have too much helplessness. Unless at the life one voyage, it scale and ford and seek have a long time, it watch there aren’t flower, want autumn Chun Ren, flower of love seem already withered, love been strong, the heart has been already tired out.
Once thought, liked letting life make and have neither enmity nor repentance, but found, the weakness of the love, can’t stand exposing to wind and rain.
Once thought, passed by a section of bumpy ways, not rugged, but found, and then how to escape the arrangement of the destiny home in brilliant life
Once thought, after the trials and hardship, must be that a rainbow was all over the sky, but found, the sky after the trials and hardship was still a dusky one.
Once thought, the kindhearted person would have good newspapers after all, but found, destiny did not have a fair and speech forever.
Once thought, the good person in the world will be safe in all one’s life, but found, the good person has always wanted to go through all kinds of hardships and difficulties.
Once thought, will be reaped when paying hard, but found, paying and reaping can not be directly proportional to forever.
Once thought, I will smile in the face of all ing, but found, in a person, I will be sad to shed tears.
Once totally, but find thinking, the agony will disappear in one’s sleep, woke up from a sleep, the canthus hangs the tears to drip.
Once thought, the love was a flower that would never wither, but will find, the flower bloomed and withered, the samsara in four seasons has already been natural law, there are the even delicate and more charming flowers while withering too.
Once thought, I was very strong, but found, I was the fragility after the strong people before the people.
The helpless federation of state of mind floats away consciously or unconsciously, float back again. I who am sentimental have a so little worry, have so little sorrow, there is so little sighing with deep feeling. Do not people always want to regret until while losing? I’m afraid I will do so. However, it is not I that do not treasure, but I have never treasured.
Take off as all prosperity, I very strong optimistic person very no longer, it is that piece that regard person that does not mind as everything no longer. Whom nobody know how I receive hurt and wronged, nobody know I the strong fragility that wraps up. I live but in the actual life having to compromise in such a helplessness, sad and happy, have a clear conscience and with one’s heart at peace.
Always once there is too much one in life, too much one thought. Everything once have, walk far with retrieve, everything turn memory that order a bit into. However, life is the excellence.
Found at last, in fact everybody did not need others to treasure, it is enough to treasure oneself, because a lot of people do not know how to treasure oneself, how can expect others to treasure you? Only treasure oneself, could go to treasure others. Treasure others, could be treasured by others.
Understood at last, once thinking it was only the illusion originally, just careless numb one’s own nerve. My once thinking, but did not think. Once too much, too much I thought that it is burdensome to become one. Don’t can have once, don’t have a too many one I think eithering too much, world because you had too much once changing, can have a too many one you think and change by you too.
Understood at last, I should regard everything once gone through as transient scenery. I want to bestir oneself, I should be getting strong, I should be calm in the face of now, ones that make great efforts are one more to love for one’s own life, it is optimistic to be one a lot more of, it is free and easy to one a lot more of, much a hope. Only oneself is a protagonist of the life, there is blue sky that could be propped up oneself, only true oneself is the real excellence!
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Once we

greenlife — Thu, 06 Aug 2009 03:45:49 +0000

Once we
Once we, lean together tightly like dandelion. Get warm gathering around, breathe and integrate, a growth.

Promise, oath swirl are on our smile and eyes pupil of the trust.

Hairy friendship, soft and pure white, rise all over our ambition. But these, so fragile.

We who are muddleheaded can’t get rid of natural strength all the time - -Wind, is blowing lightly and lightly, wisps of silk silks.

We who are ignorant, float passively.

Wind, no trace involve us, to the unknown region, leave.

We who are superficial, leaving the famous scenic spot that grows up successively, towards the bizarre and motley all directions, go straight.

We ripple in the arms of the air, float, dizzy and confused, get drunk in a complete mess. meshowfashion

We, smile, leave, turn round, answer a pupil. Only leave, scarred receptacle, return to zero, rotten lonelily.

From then on, we parted company with each other, each distributed the things, flew to and had not worked for the field of one side. It is the ocean, is it the forest, or the cliff?

The earth has rotated and rotated, the life has risen and fallen, flowing of stream, the sea water tide also rises the tide, the dance step of the ticktack of the second hand, is turn-taking.

Years are passing lightly and lightly.

All of us have changed, thorough. You know I, I do not know you, remember that piece accompany he of us in the past still more.

Once promise, ice-bound birthplace when old of oath, emit the pale shimmer.

We are the same as the shape stranger. Meeting for the moment, to the eyes looked at, there are only cold and detached and formal smiles.

The inanition of the bottom of heart, rise of itself sad and drearily.

The memory of the brain depths, fill out and is discontented with the absolutely empty ventricle. The heart, a slice of one that extended endlessly went out of cultivation.

At the pitch-dark night, the tears, row the face that has already changed quietly, permeate through the skin, go together with blood. It is all over that Ying winds, fire out pain.

We, are pregnant with the new life too, is participating in the circulation that is stuck to Keeping that one of the place of bottom of heart difficult with the love of the speech

Final result can’t be perfect forever, can’t go out of the tight encirclement that has been already fixed.

Ride etude of the bicycle

greenlife — Thu, 06 Aug 2009 03:44:59 +0000

Ride etude of the bicycle
I riding the bicycle feel it is the such having no way out, but I am still restrained goes to face the reality having no resolution. All these feelings faced are such a cause. Not that I am still moaning the etude like this! The self- feeling that it is still instigated that the feeling of tossing and turning is? What I experience on the road is not not merely scene one bright and beautiful, it is not like this that it is the meaning walking haltingly to have and have no resolution! The choice is what has been felt as before like this tells people to carry out orders. It is self- esthesia to affect when the ones that are affecting rotation and outline of the bicycle are when toss about in bed. I of the bicycle can ride a one’s own bicycle, set foot on one the vagrant journey of distant place, prince of fairy tale ride white horse go princess beautiful that look for of the forest sleeping peacefully. I am always asking. I can surprised on I unusual idea those in the past often, from I being light to take care room germinate out in a tender one, it caused me to sink in vagrant illusion from then on directly too at the same time. In the dream, I am always riding a azure bicycle that sprayed paint, go slowly along the bank, then savour it from going up a slope to the happiness of making underriding. That unsmooth rubber tyre of the spiral pattern, has ground my dream many times. Saying good-bye to the bicycle begins the new journey, this is roam without risk and passion, I have passed by the way that I should take without exception, until today. It is still that initial innocent dream that just long for and is not forgotten in the heart. Just as the roller chain of the bicycle is rotating ceaselessly, but is rounding that initial circle all the time. It is no longer for roaming about, but want to savour the feeling of riding the bicycle again, have that one’s own memory. In the one, can ride bicycle, roam at will, when being noisy, look for one to name the quiet thing. meshowfashion

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greenlife — Tue, 04 Aug 2009 10:25:07 +0000

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