Beautiful farewell poems

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Through the day

2015-06-23 11:12:22 | Dream beauty pro


On the tip of flowers, the wind swaying, looking back, no left. With full of pity, to pick up, but dissipated without trace.

3 short summer night, the night after, the east of the micro white has slowly dizzy. Houses, trees are already visible, crowing bark has far and near to smell. Three more than half, mobile phone woke me up on time regularly, use clean water to remove hazy sleepiness, walking downstairs. When people are still in the enron sleep, I have walked on the way to the company.

Such a life has lasted half, only desire is to see the sun in the first morning light. How I want to send this first ray of sunshine, harvest in lonely travel on the road, in the early spent several hours during the day than others.

However, life doesn't always the sun is shining. For three consecutive days of rain, the heart is wet, the air is stuffy, Dream beauty pro hard sell let a person to breathe. Sometimes, with more than ten minutes, hope the rain to Muse. Behind the tightly packed with rain curtain, we can see more than ten years ago yesterday, but not only a shade between tomorrow. Tomorrow there will be a surprise? Or the copy today? Someone says: the brilliancy of the tomorrow, is due to the efforts of today; Efforts of today, tomorrow will not necessarily succeed, don't work hard today, tomorrow will not succeed. But, who can say, tomorrow is still in the mechanical repetition of today. How many tomorrow, just as the accumulation of today!

Work hard, hard efforts, Dream beauty pro hard sell to be better. Give your family a safe, also give yourself a replacement. More than ten years ago yesterday, just live for yourself, more than a dozen years later, is for the sake of family alive, never think of oneself, did not dare to think. Because I do not know when, have carrying a shoulder responsibility, bound to fly wings.

Of course, the home is not a burden. But you are tired, perched harbour; After an injury, can get warm comfort. No home, like a have no feet, always flying birds, habitat, has crashed.

Sweating, bones and muscles fatigue or resentment. Everything is your choice, the choice, will not regret it. This is the pattern of life, own build towers, lay the a bit, once collapsed, life has been overthrown.

Sometimes, also can learn ah Q, comfort with spiritual victory method cannot balance state of mind. According to day, way according to go Dream beauty pro hard sell. Believe that life will be easy. When after the rain, sunny.

No time, not afraid; Since love words, then write the poem in the way:

I took the night clothes, step by step toward the dawn. Left hand touch the pulse of the right hand, dong, dong, prove that he is still alive.

I walk in someone else's dream, at the moment to find belongs to own dream. The leaves rustling, is stirring the strings, it is the wind's hand, to the lonely traveler.

In the way of the dawn, the shadow along with you, that is light partner. With my steps, measurement of my life, how far, it takes a lifetime to calculate.

Later, at about. I only see the side face of the sun, then, was submerged in the hills behind. I'm not going to chase the sun, don't want to like kuafu hardened. The sun also rises. Sunset afterglow, enough I appreciate, nu skin like pigment of life, daub on the paper of memory.

After dinner with his family, have three hours is my free time. Paved with paper and pen was lost their family, life trivia, finely flower leaves to come in. , may be just a moment, yuhua after dying, I found him not, but still a "net" deep, hard work. Because, in my past few hours during the day, night out of the rich, not all be wasted.



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