Heartsongs

Wall-mounted ticking, echoed in the room. In ticking what, only sometimes wall clock knows your decision. This sound as always, non-stop, curl proudly circle around, like a limpid Yi Jing gentle waves of, impact eardrum, hear and feel it is difficult to catch. Destiny, gods go, take who also come. This world no absolute, everything is relative, and. No optimistic, how pessimistic? No should go, and how should come? Should go, like after sunset afterglow, despite breathtaking, is disappeared front last magnificent. Should come of, also like the darkness before the dawn, although special dark, but leave Dawn not far, Dawn is at front. In fact, life is not no song, is clearly no heart to sing. From heart sing songs are always beautiful, Heart to sing; Song always fascinating:-make people excited, or tears, or leisurely longing, or never forget. Has been in and with a song, along with melody with melody, with sorrows with happy. It’s unusual song, is heart and the heart of the collision, spirit and spirit convection after Spectrum on curved, fill in words. Only with the heart to sing, two people can sing the same tune; Only with the heart to experience, two people can sing the same melancholy, the same happiness; Only with the heart to convection, to song to feeling deep, qing Yin shallow sing, mesmerized. Like a tune, melodious, affectionate slightly sad, soothing and long in Yin romance, flowing out faint dream of a wipe past, lingering as silk, breathtaking, as in clear memory of streams in. That ruo ye xi the banks of the SHA, is on-style spread that square embroidered all with Heart of silk cover, that parting thoughts gently twist became a trace wisps of Acacia fragment, concentrated in memory of a bookmark where, any style grow. Make you want to take that printed on brain forever not vanish of familiar pace, qt in once walked way here, then forget all, desperate way forward. I walking in this deep in, at the foot of the bluestone winding stretch into the distance, red lanterns light up the way, bluestone on both sides of the lilac exudes particularly with fragrance. I along Gateway and line, walked for a long time, and lane hollow non-one person. Suddenly want to found a man, look, smile, deja vu; With she murmured, together evoke past, spend fleeting. In this lane, I will meet who, who’ll bump into my? In unfinished trip, who can expect? Pouring himself a drink, plus some ice, slowly entrance and then slowly swallow; From oral way downstream irrigation to stomach, feel sweet and cool, but mood still cannot refreshing comfortable. Drink or own recipe good, like this mood, strong light, in substandard appetite, only their most clear. Can make your favorite, can have several? Then at midnight flying butterfly, looking for the rest of the flowers; Like my mind, looking for rest harbor. Smells and recreation, butterfly sighed, that smell and butterfly deep miss the smell of a bit like,-careful again a smell, varied widely, I familiar scent in there? My harbor whether also remains? Have a song, ancient and yi jian; I listened to be hard to let go, just like your voice. For me, you lost too many good too much enjoy too much of myself. You said: I met you, not for get, only for can let me in the sun charming, in a landscape this habitat, in mood intoxicated! Let you in gentle, wandering around, in Happiness nestling! Let you I in the scenery tea a cup blooming of coffee. Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…