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2015年10月29日

years of happy memories

Coincides with the millennium, she met him. He called from behind her name, by chance, she glanced at him, have beautiful features the beauty, fascinated by temperament a music. The world that is so magical, hibiscus flowers are in full bloom in June.

She likes a woman, he was dressed in white, gave her a bamboo flute. She played a tune on her hand, and he clapped his hands. She seemed to come for him, and his presence was her destiny. He and she said "crackling, crackling", do not work the piano was beaten, he admires her for her hand, why can play a smooth music and curious, she his hand why can be pulled out like her lingering music. The same song, he played the tune, she played the song.After leaving, she thought of his hand, the harp is from the distant horizon, play hard, blue sky and grass a dialogue. Every time, he watched as she didn't leave the car, let her rest assured. He said she is the sky, he only do the grass. And she thought he was the sky, to find the rainbow together.

There is no more freedom than the clouds in the sky. He said she is the sky, is a cloud. She said the story and he, he and she said the traditional code of conduct. She first learned the reality and the ideal in his company. He felt that happiness is to give her enough material, and she felt that happiness is the enjoyment of the spirit. He thought she was too simple, and she felt he was pessimistic. But she knows that he is the weight of life in her life, and forever university technology, forever left to her life.She saw his efforts, the busy to sell the piano, but also took her to the theater, watching the music party. His busy, let her know what responsibility. It is on hand, and felt her hand, green sleeves after dusk gloomy. Who distressed who? He and she said a two story, are you kidding, she wrote.If there is, if she can, only hope that he don't say a two story. Everything is real. A robbery, she suddenly had a meet, she silly told him. He said to her calm to protect themselves, if she is willing to, she can fly, she belongs to the sky. She didn't understand what he meant, but she could understand, he said he would not be a stumbling block.

With his company, she feels nothing can be put down. By moonlight, sitting in a bicycle, listen to the crickets, see a number of new moon, full moon. He was humming a song, and she listened. That's their world.All too beautiful, the end is a pity. Until one day, she decided to leave him. She doesn't want to see him busy, too hard hong kong hotels. She is not sad, and she knows he is very sad. She doesn't think he'll have tears, everything is nothing. In fact, no one is against, and no one to stop. She felt tired, and did not know where to come to the reason, she decided to bet on a. All the day is doomed, he is the grass, a worthy of the grass.Not why? He promised her that she is free, and always the bride. What call forever bride, she does not understand? He is her life's seer, give the most beautiful years of happy memories.

Several years later, he called back from behind her. This time, she looked at him, bit by bit in the memories of the past. Unfortunately, she recovered, he and she didn't hold hands. He still affectionately call her name, she looked at his hand, be bold. She asked him to take a key, open strings, played a "practice" fluttering flowers, voiceless.She used the dust laden hands, still according to the chord. She told him that she found the feeling, the main melody part of the accompaniment to the clear, weak from the bar to light, compared with that time more feeling. Who is playing in the house? Song "flowers", is her hand, but not her hands, but a personal promise for another person, lingering fingers and a que Chai tou Feng, the most beautiful always miss repay into pain.

  


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2015年10月27日

At first I was somewhat regret

There was a time I even suffered from mild depression, always standing on the balcony side felt they could fly, fly down to feel liberated. Was I awake night after night, close your eyes is a series of numbers, I seem to be thrown into a dark night but can not wait for the morning, often at night drinking a bottle of red wine bottle crying, helpless, a species not found bright child afraid of the dark helplessness, I began to wonder why the cousin and cousin only borrow money when it is remembered me? Why even a small get together with friends who have asked me a few months? Why do men only love affair? Three years established concept came crashing down, I became a Resentment poor hedgehog .

There was a time, for a whole month, I shut myself into the Buddhist yard, then I like to seize the moment and ran to keep up with straw-like division, said, "I want to become a monk," the teacher said with a smile just a touch, you're it live some day! Like a good make a decision .

Day in the monastery's very hard every day to keep a chefs to mention water, Tibetan Buddhism is the meat, I was a vegetarian who ate a few years, because of the altitude I often uncomfortable due to hypoxia, bathing more is inconvenient, sometimes even at night in the temple the night man, where there is no network, not one day see a cell phone, was empty, I will go auditory Farm were chanting, but also from then on I slowly like reading, unconsciously accustomed to with prayer flags that day, I think most of those days is the "slow down", past all the movie in my mind like, gradually, I got my life that Santa Claus at the beginning, the original, I have been too headstrong, willful chase distant or insignificant things, the original life is the best state to live in the moment.  


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