2010年12月30日星期四

Memory, at sea

Memory, at sea

With the machine running the cabin sound thundered on, the voyage began, more than thirty meters of the vessel slowly approached the endless ocean, brought up the whitecaps, startled the White Gull. Calm sea is too many people gave birth to romantic dreams, but when it is rough, how many people can imagine such person is so much more ... ... ship offshore, wave increases, the more shaking hull and more intense side of the ship hit the sea getting louder and louder the sound, all combined with strong fuel cabin atmosphere and high-pitched mechanical noise, so I feel a little sick, feeling kind of nauseous, and I understand that this is seasickness . I once thought of: the evening's beach, perfectly clear water, and both the temptation and give people a deep reverie, as if the road is a sailing paradise of life. But now, my swimming in this sea conditions, I endured the uncomfortable weight to change my previous knowledge - adrift in a sea of people will never have the lack of a sense of security because no solid roots there. In the dark night, in addition to the stars, in addition to wide and desert, in addition to sound waves, in addition to the sound operation of the machine, everything else there is the imagination. Waves when people feel that lingering fear of heaven and earth rotation, waves to the kind of unpredictable when the fear of the future and is closely associated.
Ship still at sea travel, but I was really sick in the cabin may not stay. Out and stood on the deck, would like to take a strong wind blew away the TV drama of desire and vomiting. Standing there, I looked at the distance, looking at the setting sun is about to be swallowed by the sea level, looking at floating in the sunset in the vessel, I feel the seamen adrift in a sea, wind and frost and fill of the number of temper. His dictionary never "practical" word, never a smooth two-foot of land in the sense of security, even the dreams are in the road journey.
Along with my thoughts, the ship completed the job, driving in the way home by the berth. At this time the line of sight, seagulls follow in the stern, the setting sun spread in the sea, far away in the twilight of the little boat traffic has become increasingly blurred ... ......

Life is like a drifting

Life is like a drifting

Similar life and drifting repeat itself, do not know where the next step in, do not know what tomorrow will encounter the person, what kind of thing, is not it?
Muddle, tumble, and we came to this world. No one has ever made it clear that soul, mind, consciousness is how to come to their own body, perhaps in the space we do not know, we have been drifting souls, that somewhere, in the wandering of the soul came between the body and in the nine months of pregnancy in the mother, we came to this world. Only into our body as a carrier, so that time and weathered from the body and mind leaving traces, but also our way of life in the rough left weathered body, thought the complex day by day. Like the glass bottles are installed with the content to write on his own, just like in the bottle leaving traces in the bumps, the contents of the bottle and the bottle has a faded day by day.
Juvenile repeat itself ever-changing, and today I want to do scientists want to do it maybe tomorrow Wrangler, and the day after tomorrow I want to become teachers, artists, singers ......, but in the end is to become what everyone not sure. Everything is so uncertain, the next moment might have a change, a change is due to one of their own idea, perhaps someone else's words, perhaps for family reasons so simple but ......, it makes elusive. Perhaps like the sea of drift bottles in between the ups and downs, do not know what the next step is to look like, maybe go straight, maybe turning, perhaps sinking, it is probably caused by changes ......, pieces because a water plant, a fish, or sea spray ......, who do not know.
At thirty, stable family, stable income, and perhaps even the work is also in stone, but who can guarantee your tomorrow and today is the same trajectory. Perhaps the job tomorrow, maybe tomorrow, then a car accident, everything is so incredible, in the twist of fate, under all the slightest elusive. Then a bit older, no longer sleep on volatile day get up.
Never know what tomorrow will encounter people who will encounter what to do. Between the rise and fall times in the world, we are just a drift bottle, not knowing the direction and goals, not knowing what will be the fate, do not know maybe there will be a hands found me, misery, or which continue to be thrown with both hands, continue to drift.
I look at my own life is like drifting, drifting in carefully so that they are not destroyed or buried inside the fish, since I can not counter, then I will take a good view of the scenery along the way, experience the process of drifting.

Discussion

Discussion

Finance busy man, birds for food Xiang. In this world, the sun hurried footsteps, and looked particularly panic! You see he is still just east hill, down the Western Hills instant; left corner of my eye, weaving an invisible net, based on hearsay evidence of all edible food fishing world. Close all windows and doors the night quickly turned out the light, the eyes of the stars to strange looking bleak, as the child did not your mother, abandoned in the street, staggering Dunsheng compassion heart-breaking sadness; crops in the fields freely gave birth, the sun Flowers bloom to bloom; the vast sea, floating like a cloud free, where is you can be my dream? There are trees standing in the jointing of the sorghum, or stand in peaks, such as a strong stump? But I look forward to flying on the sky, eager to go to sea in flight; but I do not invisible wings, there is no wind and splashing into the water with open oar sails. Vision of the eye filled with sadness, not a heavy line of faltering obstinately; midst of sadness that I still thought, tomorrow is bleak, or brilliant, my feet have tread on the horizon. If it is hard to make the stomach acid will swallow it down, put it as if it is inspired tears long spirit; Since the distance, I will go ahead as always ... ... melancholy man lost, confused people a loss, disappointing loss, A life not so cranky, too many worries in life will make people lose their fun and joyous. Seized the opportunity to fight a must, but also fell in the battle to lose in death; no matter how kind, strong person to stand up better than lying down!
How many people kept saying to the removal of the moon, but the years may be the last to surrender. Hope that is true, as demons sometimes, people never forget Mirage mirage, as the wave finally died on the beach. A wall, a window, sometimes the same people to despair; sometimes do not put too much sunlight, he will give you a false impression of dim surprise!
I can not see my face in water, the sun can not see what he looks like his shadow; grass to see me quickly to the body hidden, I hope the cloud has disappeared, the vast expanse of land I actually own a cappella, but you can say I do not exist in this world?
Is the vision for the future to look forward to bloom, because of back and forth to see the dream grow! Hope is a compass to guide the direction of navigation marks; as if the wind is with the flowers, go there it always smell of incense, flowers in full bloom along with it to find a place. So Dream mostly against the wind, and is caught off guard a little bit of twists and turns!

2010年12月23日星期四

I do not want to say goodbye

I do not want to say goodbye

Green charged home from work, after a janitor's room, the door's uncle lived to see her, saying that her letter, green charge confusion that followed the uncle into the janitor's room, is really her letter, Green took charge, into a meditation. Who would have believed it? Over the last decade she has not received the letter, and all these years, nor wrote to her up.
Youth charged out of the janitor's room, gently tear heavy letter did not directly read the letter bearing green, but turn the last page, look a little letter of the name, 'Con', the name is so familiar , Green Holland's hands were shaking, trembling heart too, and she ran home to hide in the corner of the south house, she gently turn the first page:
Youth Charged:
Hello?
These years are you? Never thought I would write to you after many years, right? Do not know years later, according to this address, you will not receive my letter? I clearly remember the last time I wrote was when you get married, but from the moment when we were too full eighteen years, the blink of an eye, we have reached middle age, I still remember when young dream? How many times floating in the sea, and think of you, young charge! How many times afternoon Dreaming, Qiannian the tears off my mouth, blue charge, no matter where I am floating, you are lingering thoughts of my life yo! These years, how are you?
Remember, you have said, you like those beautiful stones and sea shells, so I picked up from Qi Mu Island sorts. I took the train to see you one day, when years later, I came to this town again, everything changed, towering buildings and people coming and going, everything is vague memory, I've been to your original work units, six years ago people said you transferred, and does not work here, the want us to another and you have a system and carry a message to your children students, but ultimately did not.
I am a man went to the headquarters site of the original field, the original yard was gone, when the cottage has become high-rise buildings, and not look like children a year, has not changed, only my memory of those four Kewutongshu, I One year in the tree by the tears of your parasol tree, and stood for a long long time ... ... like to see your face shining with tears, as if to see you long braids, seemed to see that water, the moon ... ... My young charge, and now, where are you? I put those stones and shells buried in the Chinese parasol tree, but also deeply buried my share of youth, but sad love feeling the impulse.
You may not know how many times I floated in the sea, thinking of the distance you; how many times I berthing dock, the greatest happiness is to get home to see your letter, your letter, in my many years of wandering years, once dominated the blue of my dreams. Gone so long, you changed yet? Green charge, you are married before I had the only girl.
Year, respectively, we have not love, but fell in love but in each, though, I know we may only be between the edge of a dream, I have spoken to you several times and at home, because home is the sea each month I received your letter. Parents did not completely right, I fell in love with a girl from afar, but also told me that after all the local girls too far, Green Netherlands, you do not know, I have been a dream to work with, for my dreams , no regrets for my youth feeling, I tried.
Until, that in the fall of the sea I came back, my father handed me your letter, you said you marry, maybe, I will know that day, but I still can not accept, possibly, in my dream, always wanted to one day to hold your hand, right? That night, I am a person in the bar, 一杯接一杯, wine and song, all eyes are your shadow, blue charge, my young charge, and I love the green charge for so many years married, my tears, flow in heart, many years of dreams, broken, broken ... ...
The fall of that year I did not rest at home, and followed the ship to sea, away for six months, the years drift in the ocean, or get rid of you, my young charge! ... ....
Youth charged a flood of tears, drip down my face to his lips, dropped onto the letterhead ... ...
Green charge V in bed crying, Cunduan enterohepatic, cry later, she gently opened the Southern house bookcase, gently removed from the bottom two rows of the novel, gently remove the paper bag in a large, and then remove the the Allcorn wrote to her all the letters were from 89 years and has been married to a full six years to charge Green's letter, as well as all those who sent in photos of Ah Kam, Green charged that the hand and gently brushed photographs, like something by a sharp thorn in an instant had the heart aching waves.
The first photo Allcorn sixteen years old, or that childlike face, his name written on the back and send pictures of it; second is Allcorn first day of work to do according to seafarers, he stands at the bow, back By the side of the ship, is behind the endless sea, the wind had his long hair, photos, behind the same name and he has Allcorn wrote a few words of blessing, thirty some photos in a row of green charge schedule little pink photo album, from here to see Con from a teenager until the appearance of young children all the time, these photos to accompany her young charge through the years was young and all the solitude of the day.
Youth charged again and again wiped the tears cheeks, deep down there is a state of things can not be re-made tear ... ...
"Green Netherlands, over the years, float the river north and south many places, no matter where I am often reminded Chinese parasol tree, and your face and your tears mess that long braids, then we do not know what teenager, I was liked for you so long, you always ignore me, until I leave this town just to father about you to my parasol tree, which is something you remember? "
Youth charged again shed tears, and her thoughts as memories flood the banks of the same name, brought her back to the years of transition that Kewutongshu, because Con is the field of children, the home of the year was exploration for young charge out of the oil, Con to follow their parents came to this town, as a charge for admission to the Green's class, the late eighties a small rural school north of town, only a few rows of mud huts, Con West in the school house face a big yard, a field command the kind of build their own house.

This is a Jinxiu Love, want to say that silence

This is a Jinxiu Love, want to say that silence

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She turned around and saw his two small Yaner narrowed beautiful crescent bend, looking up at the stars said, that was me.
I was told Yao Xiaoguang to a large popular name, to the small print, it becomes Daya of the people. See? On the Big Dipper in the sinking of the brightest to me ... ... shake light.
(A)
September, ebony with the care of teachers behind, into the third year (8) class room, while high school seniors are in purgatory, but also the term wind truck Seoul, unshakeable fishes, dawdle in the care of teachers, she has just one outcrop behind , the class four or five pairs of eyes to have fired at the door to shoot straight, came a resumption of Health, wild fire, in spring ah? Front of a boy covered her face with a book, head thrown back and the back of the students muttered, man child, I want to pass the test, I directly read high-five to go, start running words together in small classes from kindergarten?
Ebony face may look red to the ears Teng children, wished he could find a seam drilling to place her hand tightly Zuanjin a bag strap.
Dog, partly concealed, to get open, but also what Chen Yi, Gu teachers a tear drop table book on his face, ridicule or worse with, the new students, how can you a little faith?
Students burst into laughter.
An empty seat on this, ebony Ho Chen Yi became a matter of course the same table. She had lamented their own good Bitter, the taste with the name of the boy book, was the third year of a previous life time seniors had passed through, so he Kutaichoushen, especially down the hostile Middle School students.
Ebony effortlessly as he pushed the chair from the crowd after the past, have not sat down, he stretched out his arm like a flutter gibbons pull into his own book Canoeing within its sphere of influence, from his own pencil box challenge the pieces of chalk from the middle of a designated desk, frowning silently warning her not to cross the line. Inside Kaokao ebony good grace, she found that the facial features of children face look like porcelain dolls gem, not a good turnout.
Indeed he spoke, it was called back on the blackboard writing on the blackboard the teacher gap, the book is still concealed dog, Pipa, Chezhebozai, upper body twisted into a hemp flowers, yelling back toward the body, Qi Zixuan? Qi Zixuan? Meier came difficult difficult sister? After class on how to both of you sworn?
Familiar names to have to follow the Ho Chen Yi ebony eyes look at the past, Qi Zixuan has returned?
(B)
In this unfamiliar classes, have met my classmates, like travelers lost in the desert bend over to see the compass, like the drowning man suddenly caught life-saving straw, as the White areas of the underground party in dire straits who suffered an instant connection, and sent cry tears, gay, and I can find you.
During the class, ebony initiative to go to Qi Zixuan to speak, because my junior year when Qi Zixuan is late admissions, less than three months away from the entrance when the turn came, they too, but a nodding acquaintance, no number of contacts, can be different times, the same world people meet, how can install passers? Moreover, and spared also the same boat. Qi Zixuan told Hume he tore the two's notice, yesterday, all the honor, has become a distant memory, Qin Qin bitter fight hard year, again into the wind and rain today ... ... He Yanjuan a wry smile, now, can only Last Stand of the most drastic.
The words, ebony eyes were all red, Xing Xing great sense of pity, she Tuozhuo Sai against the wall in a daze, the song is right, however hard it hard to have strong, only for those looking eyes. Concession to, if not for themselves, they have as parents, how can the eyes of their Yanyinqipan spider-like series of failures.
Hey ... ... how was it? Reminisced not find the enemy gone? Also unable to extricate themselves out? How cynical to Tong Tong Chen Yi her elbow.
She stared back at him, ignored him, and spread out the book want to exercise, how exciting Chen Yi, and you do not ignore people? You do question, lying on the table with his arms stretched it out, pedal legs children, childhood as a small table and began to slowly roll car rocking back and forth, she simply can not write, had won the book, the book put the legs, he deliberately paste into her books do Shanshan Zai Hu took shape, the pages back and forth rubbing her face, she pulled a chair to the wall stickers affixed, tilted his head, escape, and he pulled her chair to continue to squeeze inside , her body almost like a gecko-like paste on the wall, he desperately had to squeeze inside, the students behind the strange mischievous smile camel, Yi Ho Chen triumphant grin on his face.

Girl, you're my princess forever

Girl, you're my princess forever

He pulled hard on the snow with Yang Yan to eat, the table on him and Yang take their food to each other constantly, constantly joking. Yan is only a trace of snow hanging smile, quietly watching his show.
Finally finished this meal, Yang months away, Yan Yan into the snow to send home. That unit is still downstairs, the snow had just jumped off the bike Yan he quickly ran away. He could not bear to look like snow Yan!
"Hey, me and you bet, you will break up in a month. Because you do not like her!" Girl looked at his back, loudly shouted to him.
After he heard the whole body shake, tear quietly slipped from his face. Girl, I love you, really like. But after all we are two worlds.
(D) If, you are awake, then be nice
Time of day by day in the past, since that afternoon sent into the snow no greater Yan Yan sent home after her once. But it did not become snow Yan, still nothing to find him chatting with his jokes, some of fire in his playing time over him. He tells her no way to resist the psychological constraints. Even if they can not be together, he is willing to listen to her. She will always be his princess. He and Yang had been no progress in months, although the girls often come to him, often about him out. But he could not get a trace of interest, always felt with her has made a strange awkward. He always smile sake: Do you really want to be girl said, I and Young, but one month over month relationship?
The weather is getting cold, when people are on the thick clothes, girl's birthday arrived.
Yan Cheng wandering alone on the streets, today is the birthday girl, who both want to go, not want to go. In this way he kept on walking, suddenly shaking up his cell phone, took out a look, snow Yan SMS: Where are you now, the party must be started, quickly come, we are waiting for you !
Put away the phone, he decided to go attend the. He not bear to see her sad.
He did not call on the Yang month, there is no reason, just do not want it. Gathering a lot of people, almost all he knew. Chat with us, singing. Let him blow out the candles and snow with Emma. Yen as everyone knows already has a girlfriend, but almost all do not believe the Yen and that girl into a relationship.
Emma had a great day of snow fun, at least on the surface look very happy, but Yen into a very uncomfortable.
He did not know how to face these past snow Yan and friends, do not know what is right or wrong.
That day, he drank a lot of wine, more to himself in the end he did not know how much they drank. But he liked the feeling drunk, at least he can forget about the problems he did not want to.
Xue Yan helped him walking in the area of the road, it looks just like a pair of intimate couples. Yen drunk into his face flushed, covered with risking alcohol, his eyes blink Yan looked at the snow, the snow to see Yan's face was red.
"You really have today, why do you drink so much alcohol, it hurts the body."
Girl leaning on the side of his walk, a lesson that he mutters: "We are only teens, drink so much affect the brain development of the reception, I do not want to see you later become a fool."
Yen into while listening to her words and watching her face. Suddenly he interrupted her, to her and asked loudly: "girl, which I fancy you in the end point?"
Girl's face and shoved a rigid, and then resumed it became just a smile Mo Yang, softly: "narcissistic, where I spotted you!"
"But, I love you, ah, really, really like."

2010年11月22日星期一

Cha Ching Mei Dai, rhyme down the Red

You quietly hidden in the season, with the text of the kit to collect those who have not forgotten the warm spring and the fragrance. If you take the breath of earthly fireworks, diffuse light lilac on your brow, then, let us silently, looking to each other. Should you Xiudi I can smell the subtle fragrance, you Looking back to my sweet, make you smile Ling at the time on ......
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May tonight, quiet clarity and putting a trace of clouds. Jiaojiao Su-hua, Yu splashing waterfall stream seems to pour so gentle and quiet manner. Ear, is the Kuang Yuan Qin Ning plucked Xiaoxiang given cloud water, dense, such as a cup of green tea Qingfen, willowy green ping.
Thoughts, in such a quiet elegance in a quiet fade, the heart has also become very soft very light. Suddenly remembered that and if indigo brow, smile blossoming woman. At the moment, whether she is cloud water end of the line, alone in a room facing the flow of the Qing Han, a few to see that several flower cloisonne vase in pink and Ying Ying's Surge and blue? Also, or, Yang was one's face, and that embracing a man named Wood, a smile, whispering a heaven on earth new moon?
Accustomed to looking beautiful lavish publicity and fancy, used to seeing correction for the Red hypocritical and sad and upset for no reason, come and go between for the text, is pregnant with a disapproval of the unsuspecting. That day is exquisitely carved through the side light green homes, blowing fresh and elegant feeling, only one, involuntarily in the gossamer light on the dock cover the cage before the curtain.
Tea table just right, a room Jingya and quiet, the dark potential of breeze at any time. Run as if it's Biluochun Cup Qinxiang Micro has long been the quiet calm gentle woman with bubble open, just waiting for each smells nice ring to come to hand, can end up. The cup of tea tone and temperature of the mixing, just a good warm the joy of the fingertips.
Allure sun, with grass and the smell of sun, inclined over wood frame, put a touch of warmth and the blossoming smile, willing to open into fragrant light green blessings of the United States, open Rouchang and turns into deep love and deep in the fine season Language whisper. I'm sure this is called Dai Yun children of the woman, is to hide behind the rest in the morning time heart dance, and rest in the fleeting warmth of touch and can be cooked into a poetic life of the flower well in the wind orchids.Party Dresses|Juniors Clothing|Cheap ClothesJuniors DressesLED LightRenault can clipbmw gt1Aluminium Powder led lightSEO Services

Of love "for the fiscal" and "Careers"

Rotterdam (Pengqiong De) and his girlfriend. Tonight I'm here, crying mess. I do not know how to comfort, but to accompany his drinking (he drinks). To tell of suffering the same time, I probably know what they are, as long as there are two things, one, both sides accused each other of infidelity, with the other. Second, the money, the woman said he "did not blame, nothing strange, just blame you no money, no car, no house, borrow money to be borrowed from home" This is the original words.
Reality and the ideal is always a pair of lovers, there is a certain distance. I have no words, did not dare say anything too much, for I had not yet begun this love of the people, the tragic outcome is hard to imagine that, did not dare to think about it, always feel they have a chance to meet a I really appreciate the position of people to share in life.
Get back in Rotterdam, I walk alone the way back, someone came around occasionally, but do not know who you are. Walking in the forest there is no moon, the rustle of swaying branches, there is a talk and I say it? Looked upward, dark dark street lights only in the night shift. Through shipo, to Ji Yun filled lake, looking at the reflection pool Yindeng sparkling, fish have to sleep now, sorry can not help but make me more hesitant. Rubber playground across the South, there are people in the evening exercises, running a lot of it, but I no one will care about my existence, I'm just passing passer, has long been anxious solitude, afar Crane is still high in the night work, and perhaps he did not know was romance broke up tonight, but for me, sharing the suffering of others, it is also a painful thing, and who I share the share it? So I like the Hans Christian Andersen fairy tale, the king barber's barber, had to find a hoe, to the countryside to dig a pit, the King of the ears of an ass thing to speak out against the pit, took over after pits and buried. When nothing really to it. So, here (wandering life) is my place to tell the restless mind.
I can not see the tears of sorrow most, especially the girls, but boys is not easy to see by the tears, so I am always with sympathy for the weak, but I do not know how to comfort Rotterdam, had to drink accompanied Men Men nothing more, saying "Men do not cry easily but not yet reached the sad


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