He can not get out, others do not break in.
I have the deepest secrets in there.
You don't know me, I don't blame you.
Everyone has a wound, or deep or shallow,
Cover not, that does not exist.
I bury the red blood there.
You don't know me, I don't blame you.
Everyone has a love, use power and heart, touched and sentimentaloverhead garage storage.
I put the hot heart hidden in there.
You don't know me, I don't blame you.
Everyone has a line of tears, drink cold water, brewing into tears.
I wronged the most sad exchange where.
You don't know me, I don't blame you.
Everyone has a confession, nervous, restless, but full of sincerity and courage.
I put the most lyrical language used in there.
You don't know me, I don't blame you.
You never see the moment I love you the most, because I only see you, only love you.
Similarly, you will never see my most lonely, because I only in you can't see me when, I was the most lonely.
Perhaps, I too will hide their grief.
Maybe, I will comfort myselffashion men clothing.
The rain came to the sun, I pass by the mud, pass by the wind.
Along the way, if you understand me, should have much good.
About Mo Yan, I read without thorough understanding to this kind of people, probably only know he is a "root seeking literature" of the people, persist in the analysis of local culture, and write like an angel be rubbing on various kinds of novels.
Accidentally hit this essay, like tip dew in the breeze, neither painful nor itching but inexplicable. Read in one breath, just feel the fragrance, aftertaste constantly brings grief, wake up, a heart has been milled into water, waves, red eyes.
It is not surprising, as Mo Yan so we expected, wrote the essay, although discrepancies with the consistent impression, but also be perfectly logical and reasonable.
But, this is not a long text, like assassin hand dagger, the bottom of my heart the most soft place in different reaction has been kissed. Read the last sentence, all the grievances, not like broke its banks flooding, thin spray ouinvestmentt.
Along the way, if you understand me, should have much good!
There is so much grief at separation and joy in Union, but in the face of love, grievance and unwilling but not only represents the anger and hatred, or more with a magnificent exceedingly sentimental, like the heart cinnabar brand, but gentle like water.
In this essay I que, I read the hurt feelings of Zen in the.
No independent thinking "Westward Journey" in the. The appearance of riding a donkey without getting any earthly fireworks fairy, the care in people before it becomes a fool man love woman, the ox King's wedding gown was put on waiting I pedal colorful clouds to save her.
She said, this is not called neuropathy, which is called the ideal.
Candle lights light on her beautiful face, red candle in tears, but her smile.
I think, she is understand the joker. So she go all lengths, undivided attention to his sweetheart. But love the enemy but the fate of causality, as she said, beginning to get to guess the story, but can not guess the ending.
It was a monkey, but her love, he wear a magic spell to that moment, had drowned in the so-called people road, little fear can not afford the slightest waves.
Xingye "boast swims on the west" has been in my heart the irreplaceable monument, extremely proud. From junior high school to now, more than ten years, whenever I thought waves, will repeat it to see brought serious, laugh to cramp, and then laugh to tears.
Duplicate diligently, the heart had innumerable twists and turns, but I also from a juvenile, grew up.
However, each repetition, or there will be a new experience, both men's feelings are changeable. Love and hate, from a fragment, a line, or even a look in the eyes, can produce new flowers.
Keep my conscience is the end of the movie, Sun Wukong another intake city wall, fill the owe kiss the world, so the story seems to be back to the starting point, but a bitter.
I always think, this success is entrained to too much, to the audience for the vision of the perfect conjugal bliss, cater to our heart be like hunger and thirst to lonely heart.