一個驚豔了時光


思緒總是會遊走在記憶的畫面中,塵煙渺渺,多少往事如煙、如霧,回首時,那個熟悉的身影,卻再也不能真實地落入我的眼簾,往昔的甜蜜和快樂,猶如一掬輕沙,在指縫間悄然逝去,曾經真心真意,滿心在乎的付出,卻終沒能抵過歲月的侵蝕,好夢難留一場空,唯有一紙冰涼,氤氳著淒涼的顏色,輕卷著不可言說的傷痛,筆尖落下,用似水流年的情愫描繪曾經的風景,忘不掉那個細雨紛飛的離別,忘不掉那段純美的舊時光。

  
曾經,我們相互關心,相互問候,幾乎成為生活中最溫情的時刻,清淺溫馨的交集,惺惺念念地記掛著彼此,那些日子簡單卻很充實,畫意詩情的日子裏,我們曾是彼此生命中的精彩,曾是彼此生命中最真實的陪伴,我們之間,沒有那麼多的浪漫情懷,只是彼此真心相愛,只想每天能夠聽到對方的聲音,隨時能夠知道對方的狀態,便已足夠心安。

  
不知從什麼時候開始,我們成為彼此不可或缺的一部分,我們習慣了彼此的存在,什麼都變得不那麼重要,只是全心全意的沉浸在彼此的世界中,默默的享受彼此之間的愛意,更多時候,我們是真的身不由已,生命中最珍貴,莫過於擁有一份真摯的情感,我在心底慶倖, 我可以遇到這樣一個人,溫柔了歲月的人,我曾默默感謝上天,感謝我可以走進你的世界。

  
或許太多時候,一些事情真的由不得我們做主,生命中總是有太多的不可能,也有太多的不可以,縱是百般掙扎還是沒能如願,在我們最愛彼此的時候,選擇了放手,選擇了離開,那種揪心般的痛楚蔓延在我的身體,痛到毫無知覺,被痛灼傷的雙眼淚流不止,我承認我不夠堅強,我承認我哭了,我承認我舍不下你,因為離開時候,我模糊的雙眼只看到你離去的背影,所以我不知道你是否也在流淚,我們終究沒有抓住彼此的手,只能在擁擠的人潮中痛心呐喊和哭泣,空氣中彌漫著無法抹去的繾綣哀傷。

Three degrees

 

Listen and play a tune. The three chapter of the document, after all, the main theme is only a sentence. Lift Eye Fenghua Hemacandra, turned to deeper dew. Pick up a past, that is the time of litter memory; love: flowers, everlasting longing for you, Feifei, live in the bosom embrace, she (he) is the pen, the note is me. Always love poetry, I think the former is the only product of tea, light blue Zhuju que Shangmei fancies of men of letters and words; the latter is wine bottles, drink apricot rain, chewing sadness leisurely, therefore in dyeing and in chapter Zhongxun residual fragments.

A time, three thousand lines; a Qingyuan ink dye cream; a meter of sunshine, flowers for the new dew. A touch of love, from pearl. Listen to the sounds, such as jade curtain hanging in the window of the soul, the spirit of Green's fairy tale flourishing leaves and withering flowers, poetry, rhyme Qiong sound stream of beauty, happiness in complex have sailed the seven seas, 1999, lingering is light; "Nine Songs" songs of the south, not moving. Encounter heart Mo, tapping hardwood clappers meet the most beautiful in life.

Ask the world what love is, white music heaven is everlasting, enchanting smiles students; Savon said it is the smoke of a sigh. I think that it is Su rain, snow pear in spring. Jin Jian overlap Leihen word, life is only love hard to die. The quiet time, and your language; bustling cleared, and the king of old. More than once in the sun: the beauty of poetry mood is similar. Virtue, like name, is sweet, and heart worthy. The beauty and beauty, virtue, worldly treasures!

Would like to build a small town, in the blue sky and white clouds above, climb a bird's eye view of the world landscape. Listen to the story, and the clouds of poetry, take the bluish white wall, a Joan Gong GUI grains, because this is a wisp of smoke. To provide a Yechou heart, pastoral pastoral work. The heart was dripping into words engraved shells, rendering the scenery, shattered spirits "my word" cast que Lennon; his soul beat making Xue Jian, twist poetry thinking into green growth, it will recover my really lush.

Always think that the book is not always for others, their new normal. Champagne shame decorated flops as wilderness whisper. Often ponder over: mountains and rivers like old, how many future people. A good man is a man, but a fool is me. Thought the past only proved a math problem, and understanding in philosophy of life. If these prove useful to a man, a gentleman Wenlin gossip, be indifferent to quiet, also is the first wish. Living in the street under the heart extension step, fall red in Chu his innocence in Britain; his heart planted banyan, skillfully woven with colorful brocade tomorrow. Shallow sing, good handle, heavy Yin.

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All samsara is taken care of

 

Don't think of karma, partly hidden and partly visible never forgotten; the arena has not, a symbol of war in ancient China; nostalgia, lasting pledge. But in this life, the best scene is to meet you. I have never been a lonely man, swaying in the fate of wild stock or floating clouds and rivers, Shi Yi million, famous all has nothing to do with me, think of someone who can understand me in this lifetime. Every day night cool water, I dressed in white sitting in the moon, blowing the flute. The night is sinking in the night, and the loneliness is lost in the loneliness. It was the ancient life of flowers, like Lycoris radiate, a world apartments for rent Hong Kong

Until one day, the long sentence was still sleeping, a light purple fantasy was already screwed up in my lonely heart filled the valley, I wander in life. Like a boundless tolerance in my life, I sound the way back. You don't know, my fate is always here, waiting for you to come.

I started meditating. What about your past life? That a debauch the bustling curtain call, and to what the world? Flying all over the sky of the vicissitudes of life, the Millennium Temple in bell, whether forgotten in the lane in return? This is a new loneliness, a flurry of things, as autumn ink, dyed with one color foreign companies in hong kong .

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Are you a coat, come into my life, you took me to fly from the red fetters, I whisper mountain for you. My soul with you lightly flying all over the sky, inadvertently hear your sweet heart, wild jackdaw, dense morning bell and evening drum -- reminders, and your story into a freehand landscape. Tender in the red, which the hero died at the end of the trail the glint and flash of cold steel, a beauty in her old age, only with you together to watch streamers flying around 通渠公司.

Fate, maybe just a BaiZhuanQianHui inadvertently missed, the trials of a long journey to meet, perhaps just a casual style, already ripped through the preexistence, insert the obsession over the wings may just be a lethe; the soul tremor, enough to awaken the Millennium memory, with the lost password to open the door to know. Red rain, a pipe dream, who is passing, who is doom, who is who miss the station? At least, in those wind blown butterflies, I see a poetic death, just as poetic dwelling, like the end of love, has no life and death.

Sing while drinking, the geometry of life? The morning dew, goes. I count you weave tillage, dust storm, a word of the sad Yan intersection, a song of happy recollections, a smile of gratitude with a hug, Guxie blending into the eternal scenery. Hold the hands of heart-shaped key, enduring in the years of erosion. Because love, all life is gentle treat each other.

In the world the most difficult encounter is not to let you do not love me love me, nor let the love we can't be together, but, to meet this into a steady, love family. I once said that time will disappear one day in our life, and together with the infinite fate, it will be submerged in the vast expanse of heaven and earth. Perhaps I was wrong, with you accompanied by the days, I believe in a deep-rooted attachment. I am convinced that the withered flowers just past the butterfly wings, I believe those cold body just love immortal sculpture, I believe that the sun is sadly gushing prelude, I believe those trivial words is the reincarnation of the comma.

Draw a roll of love


Through the years of the mountains and rivers, there are always some people, also some people go. Said that the previous life owes, only then has this life's meeting. Promises are made to pay off debts, and those who leave may be completed. Sit in the quiet of the time, browse the old time, see a tree bloom, wait for a cloud. The breeze swaying, gradually eliminate the memory, quietly falling dust, a little warm years service apartment hong kong.

There is a flower, not open in the summer, but in the heart; the world there is a person, do not live in there, but has been living in life; there is one kind of feeling, not day and night, but always warm in my heart; there is a kind of love, is not touched in the heart. But peace in the soul. Time gap, there is always the sun can not shine, some love, perhaps only live in the thoughts. A total season has its own story, falling petals fell a sense of loss, with the fragrance of the rain wetting silky read day yesterday is poetry.

Who is the love poem written into Acacia red? Let every moment with soft fragrance? True love never warm but not much, if any, every moment in life, the rain is like a curtain slightly, a piece of pure water, beautiful summer morning or winter. Every evening at dusk hong kong register company.

Each person's heart can only live in a person, and this person's arrival is always neither too early nor too late. After years of wind, say listen to the heart, see a flower in the sink leaves. Time has never gone far, the night is still long. Love is precious care, is from the heart of the sun, is from the bottom of my heart. Love is not a sham, it needs a sincerity. Loyal love must be able to let the other see its true self. Love is compassion, understanding and tolerance, but not pity. It's like something can be exchanged, but love can not be.

Through the bustling, earthly walk, the way is left only a person's well-being. To love is to be happy, to love is sweet, and bitter to be loved. Earthly fireworks in warm, there are cold, gather and scatter, finally learned how to love yourself is a really warm. Busy fall, those folded in the edge of time, with the years of color, gradually shallow. Time is the best medicine, for a long time, even the memory will become simple wine class.

The quiet summer flower is deep red, and will eventually return to its place as the season turns. The mentality of the course, that is from simple to complex and from complex to simple. A person, a city, a garden, like wandering in the fairy tale dream. When the wind flow in the well, red light rain with smoke, cold jade time, fall in the dust. A walk, eyes always in time and again, some of the scenery without deliberately detain, really understand don't have a heart, cherish is gentle. In the desert of time, one man can come, and from then on, life becomes oasis. In the world of mortals, there are always some touched, the moment meets, it is the eternal moment. Willing to hold a pen, the ten million years of repair to meet, read a lifetime.

Return to nature


Spring is a season of rich fruit. Peach red cherry, loquat sweet mango, raspberry Bergamot was similar to. In the orchard, the tall trees of green lush, dropping a size not a yellow phase Yin mango, far away and look like a green umbrella with a delicate Huang Baoyu, sunny, people singing. One side is planted yellow loquat, chayote, lavender flowers wrapped Xiyan long fence wire gourd, occasional butterfly Pina ladybird Pianfei drifting, and the snail in the shade leaves by twos and threes under the shadow of a fresh, pastoral scenery, and to the heart Serviced apartment hk.

The gem of the most popular fruit is cherry, a string hanging on the tree, sparkling red, red purple, red with green, red with orange red lips, a lovely beauty like the glass window on the ruby, a dazzling light and moist. Marching barefoot picked up small, hand picked out Hao, wash the bite in the mouth, full of juice, sweet more than last teeth, drink a cup of mellow milk mango juice, listening to the birds smell the flowers, as if happiness is in my nose, lips, heart business start up hong kong.

The beauty of spring warms my heart. The beauty of spring, the softness of my heart. The beauty of spring is planted in my heart.

I hold a long dress dragged a grass flower, folded in a green willow, light ran up dance, humming a happy song. I will praise the spring and sing the spring. I like the smell of your life, the hope of "green", and all the power that radiates, a bright power. He rode a white horse run on the prairie, set off a wave of light flickering with layers of green, and the eagle and Li, and long, the days of the big, wide, let me happywine course hk.

Yo, hey...... Yo, hey...... Yo...... Hey...... The lights blinking shiny eyes, looking at the grass from one flower.

別にいいのだよ

 これはキヨちゃんの常套句である。つまり何かをしても許されるよな~という自分なりの解釈なのだが、それが精一杯仕事した・・・であるserviced apartment hong kong
 勿論、本当にキヨちゃんは一生懸命仕事する。だから当然ではあるのだが、仕事したから・・・という理由をつけなくても、別にいいのだよ、「呑んだ」って。
 今日も仕事中キヨちゃんから電話。
 「いつもの焼酎買うてきて投資日本樓。」
何か聞いた台詞だな・・・、おいおい、この前くりりんが買ったのが先週の火曜日だから、1週間で焼酎一升????
 「母ちゃん、ちいっと飲むの早うないかえ?」
 ついそう言うと、例の、
 「ほんなこたあない。母ちゃん今日も精一杯仕事したんじゃ。」
と返された。
 それで、私は残業するので、くりりんに電話して頼んだ。
 「え?もう呑んだの?酒じゃなくて焼酎だよ。」
それよなあ・・・。
 そしてくりりんが持って帰ると、キヨちゃんはくりりんにも、
 「すずが呑みすぎじゃと言いよったけんど、そんなこたあない。母ちゃんは精一杯仕事しよんじゃ。酒くらい飲ませ。」
とぼやいていたらしい。だから、飲むなとは言わないやん。
 そして、私が戻って夕飯を3人で食べた。食後、今朝キヨちゃんが畑から取ってきたきゅうりが沢山あったので、大急ぎで「ワサビ浸け」を作ったのを思い出した薄扶林通渠
 出してみると、朝ワサビに咽ながら空気抜きをした保存パックがパンパンに膨れている。それを観たくりりんが、
 「へえ~ガスが出るんだね。」
と言う。一瞬そうかな・・・と思ったものの、いや、去年そんな事は無かったし・・・と一応キヨちゃんに聞いてみた。
 「母ちゃん、これ開けた?」
するとキヨちゃん。
 「うん。美味しいに漬かっとる。母ちゃん、それで焼酎1杯呑んだ。」
・・・・、ご飯前に呑んどるやないかい!

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