Hydrostatic Jasper thin Mountain Lake
"Labor day" little holiday, together with several literary friend to go with thin mountain lakes to play in zhumadian, did not think such a beautiful lake view in the hinterland of the Central Plains. If "Xizi Lake, always charming with either light or heavy make up," giving people enjoy the heart of the Oriental beauty of West Lake, "Jiang Zuoqing Luo, mountains such as the Jade Hairpin" Lijiang gives jingqing green eye, then thin xianshu is a gentle Mountain Lake Jasper invasion and infiltration, let your body and unable to revel in her soft's arms.
Because the road is flat, drive reached the thin Lake has just nine points. Kai gauze loves the Lake like a light thin mountain forms the girls face micro dew as dream-like magic to us. We ordered a cruise-only, can't wait to close contact with her. On cruise ships travel in a quiet lake, and Lake wind soft breeze on your face, Lawton has gone the way. Once in a while a few long lost bird, with the lake shore to bow to us back to Castle Peak, a "man in the middle reaches of the art" fairyland in slowly expand.
"Look, the Mandarin Duck! "I do not know is the couple who first discovered the Lake while others regarded the free stuff. Guide tells us two thin Mountain Lake protected birds gently their boats and let the sailor to be near them so that we can carefully to appreciate. For centuries, this "phase coupling and fly it into a double" Mandarin Duck has always been deeply rooted in Chinese literary works of shifting embodiment of pure love and highly praised. In the Chang-an ancient poet Lu Zhao wrote: "than what these remarks to die, is willing to make Mandarin ducks do not envy. Really enviable than Mandarin Duck, double to double to don't you see? ”。 Just good love always miserable end since ancient times, unfortunately in the world. I hit upon: If with is health in days in the zhumadian of lovers of parents not health in Runan, but in thin Mountain Lake grew up, so here lingshan Sau water of moisturizing will can makes they away from the stink of money of contamination, achievements a better of marriage, sadly moving of of butterfly may will deductive into pair flying together of Mandarin Duck, in this static as Jasper of thin Mountain Lake Shang continues to they treat each other with respect of love, not also also is a handed down of story and more can let people accept?
2011年8月19日星期五
Looked at the clock
Looked at the clock, display is seven points. For a long time on such day is not in those words poured out, I seem to have forgotten this feeling. At this moment as if back to the past, is still a person, a lamp. Yellowing photographs on my wall I tell its vicissitudes, pen on paper "Sha, Sha" sound, the music in the CD, also has its own distinct slow and rhythmic heartbeat, which conjured up a pair of like a picture of the day. So, I was in the memories. Lay out of fragments of memories, trying to piece together a complete set of its own. Always disappointed finding: no matter what section of my, but has become blurred, it is difficult to identify. Sometimes, I am such a person does not belong here at all? Or my own desire to open the door is closed by his own hands? Everyone in order to
I dream at the expense of their own and ask the sublimation of the mind. I am also willing to pay for their own "dream" and abandoned its air accumulator, the pursuit of inner liberation. But I don't want to die in silence, and nothing. Right now, I was weak, struggling craving redemption. And I understand, the only way to rely on only one.
Birth of Su Shi's contradiction with the WTO, I would escape and address conflicts. In fact, our biggest source of conflict, is to own a restless heart!
Sleep sleep! Fell asleep and never woke up. Lonely people salvation we stay alive undead!
I dream at the expense of their own and ask the sublimation of the mind. I am also willing to pay for their own "dream" and abandoned its air accumulator, the pursuit of inner liberation. But I don't want to die in silence, and nothing. Right now, I was weak, struggling craving redemption. And I understand, the only way to rely on only one.
Birth of Su Shi's contradiction with the WTO, I would escape and address conflicts. In fact, our biggest source of conflict, is to own a restless heart!
Sleep sleep! Fell asleep and never woke up. Lonely people salvation we stay alive undead!
Words for my mourning
Words for my mourning
Still sad, still in the music you're sleeping, waking up in the depression struggled. I thought the dark things had gone away from me. But they are always by my side Mots "I can't go, even if it is for life"!
Nightmare nightmare is always of the same night. I can't remember how many times the startled shout! Notice I have not found the nightmare puzzle. Nicolas Cage in the city of angels-aperture to the head, and wings on his back, down to the love of the dead to save himself.
And I want to be turned into a withal smoke, towards the sky and escape the earthly tumult and moaning.
Those days have been long gone, so to keep a moment of life, brilliant blooms and the pan. Total short things better, and often do not have long to taste like. Let us never again, dancing in the abyss, forget all the hurt and pain.
A long time. How long do you have? I have no recollection. Only know the last time with the text for your own records, also only know mourning day blame that disturbs us. When you reproduce this scene, only to find his hands still rusty and thinking. Facing past familiar characters, just like when I face myself, was there that shy and confused. Same songs play back many times in the ear, I'm still acting bad yourself a clue, seems to be playing the knot of rope. And the melancholy like wire entanglement, shearing continued, acting out. Why can't a man cry?
Life exists on two levels. At least I was. I live in an ideal and reality, conflict alive. Heart not uniform is the most painful. I reality dew ideal at the time such words in its coffers, cannot continue to exist in the levels of reality and ideal when the outer reality show, but I can not face myself, this is how the sorrow and pain?
I desire for redemption, I long for liberation, I long to be true, I desire no longer lonely body wandering inside; not in silent night trouble sleeping. Is not in the silent dead broke out in silence. I'm in the middle of it, I fear silence of the dead. So I broke out. Stacked Millennium snow expected sweep to sweep, dusty bodies waiting to; static I really don't know when can such as Virgin's own into a dragon in the sea. I was brought up in a lonely, soul in the lonely sky development, childhood waved goodbye, I'm still in the childhood of children. The empty room, day, two days, many days of sth Each day so the result of the growth, I learned to independent thinking; learn to self pleasure in one room; learn to taste alone lonely and far away; I never want to face the world of selfishness, but let me learn to protect yourself from small habit. Although the youth has become a more than two, but most of the time was as much as the child to protect his beloved toy, protect themselves. I also need a sense of people.
Still sad, still in the music you're sleeping, waking up in the depression struggled. I thought the dark things had gone away from me. But they are always by my side Mots "I can't go, even if it is for life"!
Nightmare nightmare is always of the same night. I can't remember how many times the startled shout! Notice I have not found the nightmare puzzle. Nicolas Cage in the city of angels-aperture to the head, and wings on his back, down to the love of the dead to save himself.
And I want to be turned into a withal smoke, towards the sky and escape the earthly tumult and moaning.
Those days have been long gone, so to keep a moment of life, brilliant blooms and the pan. Total short things better, and often do not have long to taste like. Let us never again, dancing in the abyss, forget all the hurt and pain.
A long time. How long do you have? I have no recollection. Only know the last time with the text for your own records, also only know mourning day blame that disturbs us. When you reproduce this scene, only to find his hands still rusty and thinking. Facing past familiar characters, just like when I face myself, was there that shy and confused. Same songs play back many times in the ear, I'm still acting bad yourself a clue, seems to be playing the knot of rope. And the melancholy like wire entanglement, shearing continued, acting out. Why can't a man cry?
Life exists on two levels. At least I was. I live in an ideal and reality, conflict alive. Heart not uniform is the most painful. I reality dew ideal at the time such words in its coffers, cannot continue to exist in the levels of reality and ideal when the outer reality show, but I can not face myself, this is how the sorrow and pain?
I desire for redemption, I long for liberation, I long to be true, I desire no longer lonely body wandering inside; not in silent night trouble sleeping. Is not in the silent dead broke out in silence. I'm in the middle of it, I fear silence of the dead. So I broke out. Stacked Millennium snow expected sweep to sweep, dusty bodies waiting to; static I really don't know when can such as Virgin's own into a dragon in the sea. I was brought up in a lonely, soul in the lonely sky development, childhood waved goodbye, I'm still in the childhood of children. The empty room, day, two days, many days of sth Each day so the result of the growth, I learned to independent thinking; learn to self pleasure in one room; learn to taste alone lonely and far away; I never want to face the world of selfishness, but let me learn to protect yourself from small habit. Although the youth has become a more than two, but most of the time was as much as the child to protect his beloved toy, protect themselves. I also need a sense of people.
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