2010年12月21日星期二

Hawthorn heart

On summer afternoons, sunshine, hot weather makes the ground school of lazy, if you do not want to do something, do not want to take a nap, I will take their children, approached the pond, enjoy the cascading spread of the green. Just looking at the endless green, I did give bones feel cool.
Distraction in the absence of dense wave lotus leaf on water, like a cross to overlap the umbrella, petiole and thin and long, erect, there are oblique bent, like the dancer's waist, slim and beautiful, graceful. From afar, a group was scattered in the Jade Pool of the Dwelling Place of the Green Jackets, approached the meantime, has become crowded with a group of dancers of various shapes, breeze blowing, limp District Council Smart, swaying and aroma.
At this time no blooming lotus, standing a few Buds emerge occasionally, in the place above the green umbrella watch, quietly, like the boudoir of the girl, handsome, pleasant. The ghost looking at her, not help thinking "so-called Iraqi people, in the water side, dating back from the whirl, road resistance and long. Back of the tour, the Central Wan in the water," the Quotes ... ... Delicate Buds emerge into a greenhouse with both hands, between the Green Lane white, motionless, she did not come as a lazy summer tales of pretty, but she's shy with the mood of more than envy when in full bloom a little more flavor, lightly decorated in green leaves, called to see her no reason to harm people from the Acacia. Although the appearance of a weak, but it has a "lightness finds" in her side.
The "Lotus was exposed sharp angle," saying, I think that's not just flowers, in fact, the leaves of the beginning of a long time, but also a sharp angle of children, like the lotus feet three inches from the edge of the leaf Heart wrapped tightly, as if it leaves my heart, really hidden in a green dream, ashamed, had nausea in the heart again. Slowly, the leaves open, and right again into two folded hands, still with that disc-like Green Umbrella different. Slightly larger, the leaves turn a small boat, leaves the edge of the boat into the side of the side, a close look at her, then turned into two gaping shell, symmetrical, or hidden inside water droplets bright children, It reads like a pearl in the shell! Lobe until completely open, it is a mature lotus leaf, and round, without seam, by connecting the meridians is paler in color and shimmering turquoise. Leaf magnanimous as a whetstone, leaves play a winding side is wrinkled,
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Conditions were rough, the wise man alone

Until one day, in the "motto" to see a Zen story, to the effect that, upstream of the fish struggling to swim upstream, the result is always faced stone blocks, water shock, stalled; and yellow leaves downstream down, leisurely, no case of obstacles. At this time, the old monk disciples asked, "fool the fish, ah, swim against the current, more demanding, more difficult!" "But they are fun ah!" The old monk said. "Obviously is painful, how happy?" Apprentice muttered. "This is a hard pursuit of happiness," the old monk said, pointing to the yellow leaves, "only dead things, will follow the crowd, will enjoy this cozy and comfortable ah!"
See this story at the time, and suddenly, ah, who are willing to yellow leaves only his life, be it dead? People, after all, to be pursued, but the situation with the wise who are the real living person on earth.
"Had a rough life for the love more", the first reading this sentence, the heart is confusion, frustrations and feelings Ho? Before gradually realized that people in this life is to love and live. Innocent, the truth, infatuation, three are the most valuable on earth, but also a lot of people pursue. "Since ancient times, spare passionate hate, sorrow was everlasting period", however, this situation is not only love, there are family, friendship. Love Needless to say, through the ages, the number of mandarin ducks are tragic and sentimental end, so that all produce "Bitter Love" so the word. On the family, like the original Li Jiancheng, Li Yuanji not read brotherhood, always framed, Li Shimin Mindful of brotherhood, always patient, and eventually lead to "Xuanwu Gate Incident." While the final hand-foot-Li Shimin Tong Zhan, and create a "Golden Years," What, then this is after all not a glory. Wei, Cao Pi and Cao Zhi when two brothers, Rev. Cao Pi Cao Zhi to be called to death everywhere, and Cao Zhi, it was not with them regardless of the ultimate end dies, rough life. Of friendship, such examples are all around, often indeed are often re-friendship shameless villain who betrayed, betrayed. "The Warlords" is about selling things by friends, and finally the Emotion of the most miserable. Blessed are easy to enjoy the many ancient, hard by the example of a disaster, but passionate, love of reading are often planted in Guaqing hands.
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Hawthorn heart

My nostalgia is one away in face, a familiar face. Stay in my world for a long time, but now gone, out of reach. My nostalgia is already yellow with a photograph of the landscape has not changed, just the face is far, far, far away can not breathe, no thoughts, just remember, was not sick themselves. My nostalgia is a song, an old song, a familiar and we had to sing the old songs. The melody, then lyrics. We sang this song once, it will shy smile. Now listen to this song, humming a tune, will feel sad, who will themselves surrounded by the past, so that my recollection, quietly, like tears.
Those years have gone. But in life, we go back. We can only think of some, nostalgia. I have nostalgia for those who appear to be normal, and now long for the words, nostalgia is that when I do not care, lost treasure, after that thing. My nostalgia is that I did not know how many times a curse, and now they dream about in a dream place. The place, once there you have me, and hate the people we were. We then wished he could grow wings and fly Skynet goes to the outside world, anything to entertain our youth. When we left, we have the added hope to go back, that Xiangqilaijiu warm. We think there bit by bit, and my heart always be happy, feel happy, and want to return to the past.
A long absence, me and you. Flipping through the phone book over and over again, to see how many phones can play, would like to hear in the distance whether you like me, in the years that we shared nostalgia for those who smile when those happy months, whether the dust in my heart when no one in the lonely and often think of. In the watches of the night, opened his eyes, darkness, feeling around the silent, at this moment I really miss you, think I will appear in your dreams. Feel the fear, I fear our memories, for here, and later there will be no sequel.
Think we have vows, but now, you can remember that bit, that there are a few words in your heart. My nostalgia is that we all, happy, sad, keep tears ... ... and I hope, but in future we can together, memories of our past, talk about when we dream, to see if we have hate the place, we walk the road once passed through countless times, seen many times in the landscape. Perhaps the time we have changed, become mature, grow old. Do not know then, you will not they begin a poem that you like, but with a comical look at you, alone revel in their own voice. We will all see the world smile, sinking the young at heart, is dead.
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