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心理的な比類のない太陽の下で

Tongche heart

2013-12-11 09:55:44 | xinling


Staggering along, hiding in the years, the free. Many years ago, and friends about the future, always one's blood boils with indignation.; now, whenever the night to remember, always stern smile. Always in the middle of the night without sleepTeny Wu, tangled with thoughts, think "the future", often do not arise in the slightest remorse, after all, most of the life takes time to precipitate, or life need time to reflect the pad. Always complain: some, really makes people wait too long, too long! Time can not be broken monthSamsung Galaxy Note 3 Cases!

Gradually, torn deposition thoughts, long, learn to muddle along, no longer lonely, no longer care no lonely road. Perhaps, one is because learn to give up, only really know how to compromise. Spring summer autumn winter, four seasons, but love is a winter, not because of her pure white snow, snow charm million. "Shariputra, all dharmas are empty: No, don't destroy; not defiled, not pure; not to increase, not decrease." Perhaps is the "heart" in the moodAsian college of knowledge management!

Often think, consider the life how to spend, frankly, it only belongs to own. Out of the window at the rain, is still in the next, like the past, not only cold; never want to have too much of the story, for, what is the story, did not think of, perhaps did not want to have too much cost -- there is no bodhi tree, where can the dust alight! Perhaps it was in tears, the vicissitudes of life a smile, a smile that ordinary and extraordinary." Wet cloud full pressure peak is low, the shadow is dreary, looked in doubt. Non - fog non smoke, the goddess to come. If you ask life is a dream, but dream, nobody knows"


all count dream memories

2013-12-11 09:49:49 | xinling



Melancholy, sadness, not to sound corny, but for the rain moving heart, do not think of sleep the night.

One has to do, empty sighs lovesickness in vain, tears fell, free love around, Fanghua Shao, but the moon hanging branches.

Night silent, the pipa is silent, deserted, thinking do not you see Jun, will the spring waters flow for who? The old dreams of chopped constantly, partying until dawn, three thousand people, also alone took a gourd ladle, five thousand years of waiting, only for her with a smile, love heart, smile slightly sweetly, not for all, not only to dip a little, people.

Tonight my beloved flowers, many do not know her pain, after your departure, all the compassion and the rain of flowers, silent no interest, but unknown feeling broken heart is hard to static, people and strong smile, after the tears fills the universe, the ancient sentimental farewell injury, more Nakan, kiyoaki Festival, a cup of tea thought, suddenly Baiju too.

Henceforth will I love you, mortal procumbens, broken bridge, this life is and you missed, as long as the tears, sealed fleeting years, until I was pale, square count Qingshang, look at that time, you and I Chiri heart, a smile min grudges, as well as the flower rain, always some incense sticks Xiao dream in time.