My home have a buttonwood tree, remember when I was in grade of transplanting to my house, looking at the blue wutong tree Miniso, the appearance of loneliness, sometimes the wind comes, could not bear it cheerful of lonely swaying his body, like a child, not a playmate than body spirit leaves play skin more is lonely, the target moving the leaves is very strong, as if to fight off away from the trunk, following the arrival of the wind, but the wind still ignore pick away, looking at the loss of expression, or naive looked at me, I smiled.
Remember before transplanting the qing, I also transplanting a tree, not qing, a ginkgo tree, planted in a piece, I put them at the beginning is to want to let it have a rely on, a friend of each other, don't want to because of their loneliness around my sadness, the margins have some don't affect the mood of my study. But I still can not let go of them, and every time I come home from school I want to run to their front, look at their life, concerned about, with a smile.
I want to let them grow up and I'm a I also like a child, just like them, so I insist every day to give them poured some water nutrition quality, some hope that they will be able to healthy growth, basic just like me, every day to eat full, mei-mei, qing gradually revealed green leaves, and small shy hung high in the branches, dry but still on the tree branches, and clear without a hint of green breath Miniso, then I would rather think it just ginkgo spring was late some, I still every day uninterrupted fertilizing watering them both, which lasted a month later, due to the pressure of learning, I chose to live near days until an examination, I went home, found that one of the dead tree, ginkgo, at this time of the qing seem to be some depression, slightly bent to tend to the ginkgo trees, I understand the qing qing also understand the ginkgo...
I am very sad looking like I ng, the wind blew over, it leaves no trace of dreamy, but through the breath, it let me smell it alone, and mixed with a hint of green this fragrance. Overflow from ginkgo dry contraction of the branches, I kissed her gather together in the past that kind of life left soul breath, sweet, sweet in my heart... I appreciate intoxicated by the last opportunity ginkgo deadwood soul beauty.
How much I hope it was all full of green, maybe it is more than I hope so, because it is reluctant to qing, but I know it has already been done, finally left. My heart and qing together, I don't know qing ginkgo.
In the second year I went to the county, high in high school, because the resident home less chance, just miss, I put it in the dream tell me is written in the book, I remember when the three book wrote down more than one hundred more than this, I am a love always remember to forget the "qing", so I took some memories are lost in the book. The memoirs of notebook became I sent forgotten... Ginkgo biloba is gone, all the way walk good Miniso .
Wear a poetic vision, life is a wonderful piece. The wind rustling wind, the rain finely ground, blown melody Medicox, like beating the notes. Misty, the morning mist, curled up NuoNuo, that such as Diane eyebrow peak, fine gauze was hazy, beautiful, I balked, comprehend the true meaning of beauty. Walking on the way, the breeze blows, the catkin floats in the air, as snow holy, like dandelion legacy dream, or the gods of tears, in telling the once sadness, a daydream, slip has to bamboo forest,
Eyes has been filled with green, calm heart, whispers to hear rustling wind, like a carefree piece of ancient music, sing the classical rhyme, tao ran, meanwhile, the heart as if by strings, carrying on to the blue sky.
Wear a poetic vision, life is a Wang Chengche lake, the setting sun is infinitely good, the graceful one like you. Several sunset glow, described like the colorful brocade lady body, or a young girl of attraction attractive glow, even fall in love with the birds! Don't think that flashed across the sky, which fell on the sunset arms? Why didn't this at this time, the lotus of a see! At this point, this call the beautiful flower, blossom the gaze. That the move such as butterfly leaves, also on the plating a layer of golden yellow, like the sun kiss the lip prints. Beautiful, like a bride Medicox, in the setting sun oil on my heart lake.
Wear a poetic vision, life is a blooming lily. Like the moonlight, bright, xie into my room, can not help hold up person heart light, gladly go out, it has been to the garden, the silence of the night as if filled this piece of heaven and earth, can't hear a sound, only hear the insects of zobah trifling crumbs in talk about, like a breaks down into a blank piece of pastoral. A few fireflies flashing lights, swimming in the garden fence come and go, a little firefly suddenly bright, the spirit of the dance little figure, decorated with a midsummer night's dream. Not far from the lotus pond, the lotus bloom, leaves like a fairy, simple but elegant, "the silt but not imbrued, zhuo QingLian without demon", perhaps only the wind, that the freshness of the lotus and zen. In the hazy blue mist and exquisite figure, fragrance, let a person enchanted. The wind xu, I went looking and not language.
Wear a poetic vision, life is a wisp of the fragrance. Blue sky, sprinkled through the cherry blossom as snow in the air Medicox, like a dancing butterfly house beautiful, a warm southerly breeze fragrance with repeatedly, touched the soul of colchicine, endless mind wandering. Rolling the world of mortals, "for things." - no one can pull to time are decked with gorgeousness. Until you see patches of deciduous, drifted down from the sky, I didn't really understand the true meaning of life: no reservation, no pain, quietly, silently. Plain, deducing the most moving, the most charming beauty.
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A few days ago, according to the weight, fat. Winter may be too dependent person, may be the day after the divorce too moist, in a good mood, imperceptible fat...
The street is too small, went shopping every time, be familiar with the people see me, most of the time is awkward and eyes flickered. I sure the subtext of this behind, does, have a good day, however, why divorce, crazy! Don't think for themselves, also for wretched want to... All calm down, slow temper, and then the compound... I've heard too much, so I just want to say, enough is enough, don't interfere in other people's lives. But I didn't, I just smiled Medicox, even if the heart mixed, the surface is also the wind light cloud light...
Think of this, the mood carry gone bad. Why not bad? If I can bear, how can I from? Unhappy family life, inspire human a lot of prey, the endless argument, frivolous things a little bit of amplifier, have a tired day... I am really tired, just want to have a breath...
We are destined to just a sojourner in life, not returning Medicox...
Another village, it is the heaven of my soul, my spirit hut, only a thatched house, in the vast sea, could embrace the sea WIOM, and all my life can walk barefoot on the soft sand, letting the wind blow my hair! On the sea, is not masked began, I think maybe I past and it has strong love, and the sea meet after cannot forget, want time to stop, case forever in the soft, warm moment! I know is the ethereal, but blind to remain. I hope in the days of the abrupt, the soul can hide into another village, where precipitation, relief, let the dust settles, maybe I'm just from one city to another city, and then get to the next city, has been around the city, walk not to go out, not I don't want to go out, but too much.
I 蝺 蝺 walk alone on the way to another village, quietly enjoy the scenery along the way, not language, or happy or sorrow, that moment I was free, or mind or heart is like a mirror, what all can think, what all can't, no one disturb, don't disturb others. I saw the buildings behind the dark clouds, hear the dialogue, the sun and the clouds to see the mountain village, see a group of birds! I know, some thoughts only exist in a specific space and time, sometimes we couldn't make himself blundering heart with enron, but had to wear masks to calm calm exists in rolling.
I walked through a piece of wilderness, wilderness, a few little flower ornament in the grass, butterflies dancing in the flowers, my heart in the evolution of the butterfly, from a caterpillar into a butterfly, a magnificent transformation to condense the storm of the countless hardships! My dear butterfly, in the sea of flowers, you will get lost? Mountainous area, the stream flowing, clear stream in a few small tadpoles swimming in the play, a stone in the water washed into various shapes of pebbles, the moss was also moving the body in the water. Stream, trees swaying in the wind, the wind, after a few leaf slowly left the tree branches, floating ah float in the air, as if in search of something, she may be want to go with the wind far cannot escape the earth's gravity. There is a float on the water, it is a lonely leaves, with some yellow color. I looked up and looked at the falling of the leaves with the wind, looking back, has not find just that one! Only saw have a lost of ants going anywhere on the ground, she was also carrying food than your body several times, even if these setbacks, also refused to give up this hard-won food, still struggling to put it back up again, I was deeply moved by ants willpower and persistence, carefully will lead her to go home, a hidden under the roots of the nest, and weeds around the cover Medicox!
I am very not easy to catch up with the time, the sun fell the hillside. Walking, it grew dark, surrounded by thick fog around, or a few single floating in the distance in the fog, I struggled in the direction of the lamp shades, this scene as if once appeared in a dream! I used to live in their own fantasy world, you and your dialogue. I like literature and art, but shame to himself as a pseudo literature and art. I read your written words, realize gradually disappear impulse, let the emotional quietly close the valve. In many abrupt day comes, I am more attached to the sea, the more miss my hut, more want to go to my another village, maybe there I just want to hold a piece of pure land of mind, a only belong to own blue sky, the freedom is another sky, not the noise of the city, no worldly worries, no false and true, no worldly shackles and all things are indifferent, peace! Laughter appears before the court blossom sunrise, the sunset glow, see if the changes of the sky, the moon and sun rebirth!
I didn't stay, fear a blink again missed the moment of sunrise, scared turned around and it was raining heavily, a close your eyes the moonlight with the wind away from them again... The other side of the mountain or hill, I climbed over the many high mountains, vaguely see the distant mountain hike up the smoke, I thought: over smoke from the rising of the mountain is not far away from the village!
I have sought from the clouds passes between a bunch of moonlight Medicox, to move forward, no retreat! Even if this life can't reach another village, on that day, I would like to put my ashes scattered into the sea, with the sea, see the ebb and flow, see the sunrise and sunset, rising and falling from the horizon, guihai voice, feel the breath of the sea, let the soul fly freely... To another village and sea together forever!