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The passage of time, the wind the leaves fall in casual HKUE DSE, swaying in the lonely. After a rain, the northern autumn to have a little chill, all by cutting out the superfluous, decorated with this season's lonely. The change of seasons, always perform prosperous and lonely, and we, in this time of rapid scene, watching the passing hurried, count the fleeting resurrection, to calm heart, precipitating dust.

Out of the window, fallen petals lie in profusion., autumn face has been covered with clean cream, and chrysanthemum blossoms are in full bloom, wither and holding, is this season's real freehand. Time goes by, in the fingers. A turn, will bid farewell to a season Ulthera we can not retain water and flower, always miss, as in life, some met, in a hurry, people can not grasp. If the water of life world, perhaps, is a meet, and separation of some people, is doomed to be met in order to separate;some love, is only separated in order to deep.
When you are young, read those words of Su Dongpo: "we shall meet not, face covered with dust, hair like frost." It is the young do not sorrow taste of the age, not experience too much. Time such as water, through the open Gardenia full of youth, through our journey together, when the time's dust decorate the appearance, when you look back, those who accompany together through the rainy season, through the time people, had each Ann tianya. Years later again, weathered the years already covered up the old world, can only be "right here waiting to recall compass college, just at that time already disconsolate," smiled at each other, was speechless. Time, let the deep things more and more deep, will make things more and more shallow light, ancient life and, even though all to not look like the original, but the original idea, still in the know in warm, decorated with life.
Through the years of dust, to life ferry, the memories are still remnants of yesterday's fragrance. The silly girl life first, subtle feelings, the long history of the years had warm much together, and how many were melancholy. From the first look at the two of them, then the two opposite, hidden in the bottom of memory, or sad or happy. If time could go back, I want to go back to know your day; if the story can re interpretation, whether can they miss, your expectations for my life? When the time to become Miss think, the oath to become once, leaving a melancholy. Those who miss the meeting, such as the setting sun in the light, in the bright life moment, perhaps, always in the downtown after the noisy, only know how to sit alone in the corner corner, Miss mood at that time, as the firstf seasons, always perform prosperous and lonely, and we, in this time of rapid scene, watching the passing hurried, count the fleeting resurrection, to calm heart, precipitating dust.
Out of the window, fallen petals lie in profusion., autumn face has been covered with clean cream, and chrysanthemum blossoms are in full bloom, wither and holding, is this season's real freehand. Time goes by, in the fingers. A turn, will bid farewell to a season, we can not retain water and flower, always miss, as in life, some met, in a hurry, people can not grasp. If the water of life world, perhaps, is a meet, and separation of some people, is doomed to be met in order to separate; some love, is only separated in order to deep.
When you are young, read those words of Su Dongpo: "we shall meet not, face covered with dust, hair like frost." It is the young do not sorrow taste of the age, not experience too much. Time such as water, through the open Gardenia full of youth, through our journey together, when the time's dust decorate the appearance, when you look back, those who accompany together through the rainy season, through the time people, had each Ann tianya. Years later again, weathered the years already covered up the old world, can only be "right here waiting to recall, just at that time already disconsolate," smiled at each other, was speechless. Time, let the deep things more and more deep, will make things more and more shallow light, ancient life and, even though all to not look like the original, but the original idea, still in the know in warm, decorated with life.
Through the years of dust, to life ferry, the memories are still remnants of yesterday's fragrance. The silly girl life first, subtle feelings, the long history of the years had warm much together, and how many were melancholy. From the first look at the two of them, then the two opposite, hidden in the bottom of memory, or sad or happy. If time could go back, I want to go back to know your day; if the story can re interpretation, whether can they miss, your expectations for my life? When the time to become Miss think, the oath to become once, leaving a melancholy. Those who miss the meeting, such as the setting sun in the light, in the bright life moment, perhaps, always in the downtown after the noisy, only know how to sit alone in the corner corner, Miss mood at that time, as the first  

Longing for serenity. Static when sitting in the window, then the pink curtain in the breeze dance, the sun tan frankly and come, hurried footsteps slightly stop fine . When the Xiali, recalling those things, to smile, sigh or tears, then those who cherish, care and moved to be accommodating, feet. Want peace, quiet Listen because, in a daze, quiet can also gather the power of thinking.
A few days ago, read a few text friends. There is an article entitled "smart woman". She first from the perspective of philology interprets "cong" and "Ming", and to Wang Xifeng and Lin Hui for example, division cleverness and wisdom do not, and we should make a smart woman. She said, a smart woman should be out of the hall into the kitchen, heart and eyes have warmth, with water according to the flower bearing, a husband tolerance...... I think this is full of talent but inexperienced girl is simply to create a perfect woman with her words almost false. This woman as the most strict proportion to create Bobbi doll is not that true.
Intelligent and witty, idiotic and lovely, pure and free from vulgarity...... These adjectives are for women, jealous, suspicious, sensitive...... These adjectives is for women. More people are many traits together, in the different circumstances of different age, different. As a woman, in the secular grinding, can still keep a pure and gentle, is the most praiseworthy for one's excellent conduct.
All women will and love entanglement. A fragment of unforgettable "under the Hawthorn Tree". The first three and static autumn in sitting in a boat. At this time, sleeping on quiet village is twilight, tiny wave like river gentle breathing, swaying Yuhuo, two young face with a hint of sweetness and happiness, as if time motionless, as if to sail boat boundless eternity. Static autumn said: the so-called poetic, is beauty and freedom. This view such a situation and this feeling was so fit,Introduction of Wood Spindle Machine Woven Labelvarious hobbling secular constraints of smoke. Perhaps to the depths of love, to have such a retire means.
This reminds me of the recent like a song -- "kiss you". The second part, the intoxicating melody, repeated singing is -- "kiss your smile, kiss your sorrow, where are you, where is the heaven. Kiss your vicissitudes, kiss your flowers, get on your horse, take me to stray." Think love should have such a background to contrast, sky high, the vast open grass, I like to see Yang mane and towards the horse, saw the women's flying hair, and their love in the grassland and unconstrained gallop.
Visible, love is the most free, most can be coerced poetic. In life, some people love singing, writing, interpretation of love love, some in the indulgence of love, love, love the trampling of blasphemy. The highest state of love, in fact, is a kind of culture, love, and we do our best to conquer others, rather than playing it deep inside their own two forces. The give and take, read and hate, sadness and joy, all the dilemma and feelings, always tempered in our mind. As a woman, in this game, we should be strong enough to come to a meeting, and then choose to cherish affection, entirely and avoid harm, and clear, like the wind.
A friend is talking about the writer Sanmao, I said Sanmao had a word with many people to seek the warmth, I finally went to the wall. She said Sanmao was looking for a more suitable place to go wandering. I just want to, the text is only her life only export, Jose was the only pillar of her life? If she know, this world there are many worthy of nostalgic feelings, there is a lot to deliver the youth and blood things, she would continue towards the road? As a woman, face death, still need to hide "big love" in the heart, for "love".有機農場