The world into a letter

y6zm6299 · Wysłany: Pią 12:27, 11 Mar 2011 Temat postu: The world into a letter

lonely a lover, in addition to coffee hypocritical and sensational dance hall, they did not go better. They never shed where the two lines in the Yukino as if in a dream a mysterious extension of the footprints, they did not create for his lover's image of a naive youth ---- love that was for generations a snowman, they are missed see above side of the. No poetic romance and bedding,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], there is no snow mapping and witness, first love, the beginning of yesterday afternoon dry first love, had entered a gray morning, and telling a tale of the marriage process.
lonely was a child, they can only look at the gray-haired grandfather, think big Xue Piaopiao time, like want to run in the snow scene, imagine a fairy tale cottage covered with snow, think they have never seen a snowman look.

lonely poet, their language is so dry that day no one ---- snow snow snow snow day no one, not a piece of snow last year, not a snow. Again and again they blew the storm in their hearts, they create a piece of paper and a snow. However, the poetry, the no snow; snow outside, no poetry. Their so-called snow, but cherish the memory of snow; their so-called poetry, but the memory of the poem. A snow-free world, the loss of virginity of the world, the loss of the poetic world. Snow died, poetry is dead, today's so-called poetry, but poetry written eulogy.

lonely is the contemplative, his thoughts sometimes end deep Tatsumi, and turtles with the tour, sometimes grafting Cangming, and the gods dance. However, his inability to design a ray of wind, unable to change the cloud, unable to create a snow, unable to piece together from the typos and wrong sentences retrieved best-selling book, the truth of the figure, unable to make the faded white mountains appear a touch of inspiration. He caught in his own despair, as the sea caught in their own bitter years, and that night, but this ship to sea as a vast sea of Depression and hope, sea and then deeper into loneliness and depression.

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loneliness is deep in the past the elderly man, he curled up in memory of the jacket inside, and occasionally looked up to see near and far, and look back soon. In addition to his white hair in the mirror, this winter there is no other white can evoke the purity of his memories of the past. The carefree years ago to know that like to eat snow lovers, already dead, he can only think that a cloud on the face of innocence.

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lonely is the philosopher, in fact, he can not even save himself. In this world, there is no deeper than the crow philosophers, and in the era of fluttering snow, the crow has issued ominous prophecy. However, they eventually had to say goodbye to misunderstandings their human again, and turned to the missing in the night. No prophet reminder, there is no appeal of saints, there is no correction of the sound, no correction of grammar, the world is growing, entertain themselves in the crazy fall. The world does not crow, there is no philosophy of the world. Suddenly remembered the call and a crow in the classical Xueye time. Snow and the crows can only save the world, however, recall how the crow, how Easter snow? In his own philosophy at a loss. Perhaps, he must go through a long lost, can we truly into the philosophy, to find the missing crows and snow.
lonely secondary school students, they can not understand the with the vast expanse of the poem. That snow had been preserved in the poetry of years, textbooks still floating. And they can only face the pale walls, with the pale of imagination, fill in the pale operation.

lonely road is a walk in the gray that people could conclude that he will not have a miracle on the way, he could not have adventure ---- encounter with the poem, it is impossible and he looked forward to Like the plot of a dream encounter. He's not far away, a dog are walking, when he saw the dog, the dog saw him. The dog looked at him, boring away; he saw the dog one, too boring and walked away. They have not seen from each other a vivid picture of the winter, they have not experienced the baptism of cold reborn, they are wrapped with a gray jacket gray old soul. They are not themselves pure light can illuminate each other's eyes and heart. They can only use roughly the same gray in honor of each other, in fact, left out the other side. They let each other down, so they hurried away, to measure the gray lonely road length.
that kite flying is a lonely man, he throws a long line, trying to get the kite in the misty air search that something far, the results in addition to collect the amount of dust, nothing gained. Kites are drawn down from the sky, like astronauts have landed the same grievances fell on him, he and it have nothing to say. He slowly put away the line looks like winter has long ---- ground, connected to the endless suspense. In fact, the suspense is your self-assertion, the other end of the line empty, nothing.

meteorologist who is lonely, he can not forgive myself, how I watched, to sit and watch lost seasons ---- two ancient snow and snow? He could not forgive himself a lifetime of meteorological research, in addition to discouraging more and more bad weather, how could no longer see that there were numerous great ---- the snow scene? Is hiding the magnificent weather gone?
loneliness is pastor, his hoarse voice repeated prayer, but heaven has always refused to appear, he had become increasingly difficult to find a vivid metaphor to explain the doctrine of pure, now seldom fall from the sky verse sections floating on the snow the key paragraph, in order to enhance the appeal of the sacred. The sanctity of the world is shaped by the great snow. Snow died, how to reproduce the world's holy? Faith is dead, why the soul return to holiness? I'm in that gray Sunday, and cries through the streets of garbage, into the gray church pastor who just met, I feel a sense of where the sacred has been running low, the only I am holy , is the head pastor that thinning white hair.
is a lonely middle-aged man who is on their way, he set out many years ago, the depths of winter, through the wasteland and the marketplace, passing up the road and the beach. He does not envy bon voyage, went straight to the destination as the success of the so-called success ---- not mean too! He is eager to wake up one morning suddenly found ---- Closing off the snow is! The world into a letter, no one purposefully opened to so he purposefully opened. He was walking in the snow, like a huge secret to walk, he also became part of the secret. How I wish he got lost in this vast expanse of whiteness as a way ---- to go a long long way, but found back to the starting point, starting from the white, then back to white, so getting lost is so beautiful! Today, however, to expect the fans have become a way ---- start and end points have been identified in advance, procedures and steps are clear. However, he is still brewing in the heart of cloud, fog brewing, brewing an end to the snow, so covered with snow in the plight of the magnificent way in life. Sealed the universe in the snow, he lost, getting lost in the pure; his wandering, wandering in the pure; he fell, is pure in the fall; his vertigo, is pure in vertigo. In short, in this magnificent predicament, no matter how spiritual experiences are willing to accept. So long in his lonely monotonous journey, looking forward to heavy snow.

lonely I, I stood a small child who lived through the way back to thinking: long time ago, in the vast expanse of wilderness, a moving shadow, a little big up, and finally saw it a blue scarf, and finally saw it steaming hot red face, and finally saw snow ---- distance from the mother walking towards me, as if heaven came from the mother ... ...

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And most of all, I will laugh at myself for man is most comical when he takes himself too seriously. Never will I fall into this trap of the mind. For though I be nature's greatest miracle am I not still a mere grain tossed about by the winds of time? Do I truly know whence I came or whither I am bound? Will my concern for this day not seem foolish ten years hence? Why should I permit the petty happenings of today to disturb me? What can take place before this sun sets which will not seem insignificant in the river of centuries?

y6zm6299 · Wysłany: Pon 9:26, 14 Mar 2011 Temat postu:

In the long, long time ago ...... has been eager, to give a summer, even if it is the only day, but can not control everything, but everything is not only planned. Confusion of the summer and winter, wake up too late to strain, because there is a night not to forget. Therefore,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], a way to rely on breathing, this is my hedgehog theory, this is my spiritual support
survival in the long, long time ago ......

been eager, to give summer, even if it is the only one, but can not control everything, but everything is not only planned. Confusion of the summer and winter, wake up too late to strain, because there is a night not to forget. Therefore, a way to rely on breathing, this is my hedgehog theory, this is my survival of the spiritual pillar.

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a lot of things in this world, many people will be in the intersection of your life! When the blessing from the good, the bad from when the curse, some people will be with you for the long, long time, some things will never forget the time we thought gradually forgotten, and believe that important people to you naturally Important! Do not blindly drag the exhausted only to find themselves their own ridiculous! Ridiculous self-deception, not learn free and easy, you have to learn to escape. Only their eligibility in the world into their own! The most sorrowful man than the past echoed over and over again in my mind, always wanted to try to find the moment before the wound dehiscence pleasure! Emptied my heart, to be a happy man ...... written in the present, written in the forgotten ...... not so simple before, one can find the other half; is that simple, you can lose your other half.

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you said, Acacia is the poetry. Perhaps it was, therefore, touch the strings of my heart, in my hometown has a heart far meticulous man, with his fine words to explain everything in focus. Whether delicate face, clean-cut looks, or the wretched of the physical, have revealed the intoxicating atmosphere. At that time, Sentimental Love shy in my hurried meet and simple representations, we can no longer meet. Worried about? After the result was not the same thing happened. That will make you have been aggrieved, not done that, and wrong, but do not do. I frankly, a mess these days, but not nothing, there is the language of disorderly; there are people who do not understand my heart to listen to the patient; there are people I can understand children. I will not tell you I had not, like carrying a cross walk, and I owe not a person. A lot of debt, have to play, not play, it still exists.

not from licking wounds, not to be self-pity. Obscure the care and thought, you can meet, I told each other a long time soon, we do not worry. Care and thought ridiculous, but I can not laugh, not afraid to laugh, when wound dehiscence, because so funny, I'm afraid I would have died. Lied yesterday, someone asked me if I thought about suicide, I said no. Who, then what kind of vision, is no longer important. Heart always exhausted when I wanted to rest; always a chance of survival when there began to play the clown.

has not Zhaobi write you, because they are too difficult. You do not like the name so vulgar, you are very good. Shu-Chuan, as the first scholar, you can most free and easy. I have interviewed you and asked you whether there will be pressure,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], you must bother laugh. Mortal beings, I am playing in front of any show, did not dare to dance in front of you sword. I slowly came out from the chaos, you have crawl. Every man there is a light, perhaps you want to promote you keep on trying to get; perhaps you rely on, only guarding it you can live very well; perhaps it is just a distant dream, formal because it is, you had a broader stage. I often do not know what they are talking; also often do not know where their dreams, when more and more bright the dawn, God will be strange to laugh,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], smile to my horror, I do not know the wrong laugh . Tragedy it? Tragedy would not believe. To a day, I tell you a joke.

I'm still laughing pan, actually to find words of inspiration, would have burned the hands of the smoke, sitting on the high roof, watching venues tend scattered scattered stars. This is your first impression of me. This is not fun, is knowing smile,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], you know? Once, I will be under the street light will be heart hollowed out, filled with blank paper. It was dark, a brilliant young childhood. Today, however, is a brilliant dark age of childhood?

I will remember you like a poetic statement, will remember you said to me sincerely, In this, thank you for dirty words in the affirmation to me. I firmly believe that you will perform miracles in our group of people, and create this air of ancient myth of absolute love. Will remember the beauty you left behind lies, then tacit agreement to leave each other. Would like to say I'm sorry, I did not mean like a donkey kick you in general, kicking hurt you. But I found that I hope that between us will never be .

I miss you. Imagine our common experience, imagine you are very good, imagine you being a beautiful back and cross the fingers, imagine the rush we had east and west. You say you are well,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], but there is no love, heart empty. You come back, I was; you're not, I still. ZHUANG Zhi-new is not a stand on the Avenue of Stars, he will live somewhere in the world, looking at you. Remember? If you love,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], your love. A long time ago, I told you behind your head triumphantly Olympus of dust. What

ah ask Yi strange how, I do not know. Not often play games? I do not know. Do not know too much,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], as few message Long before, we all know what he was doing. Men, there are silent side. A long time ago, it was denied me; long, long time ago, it was denied me. Not so simple, so easy to find one person to the other half. Going through twists and turns and accumulated many jokes, you want me there. Or hate, learn to forgive; to forget, learn to not love ......

long, long time ago ..... I cheerfully learn this song; long, long time ago, I was anxious wait for a response; long, long time ago, I forgive. It turned out not to have to stand in front of said You stiff response, you easily barring of incoming calls. Easily emptied my body.

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Star asked me, other people do, I told her the story does not end Mody. Once started, this is not a love, not one person can so. Sometimes, obviously you can, you have to throw in the towel. Ah, not stubborn, you can participate in your future, your way, unless they give up. Ironically, you give up, my way is broken.

peacock era in it, you do not intend to call me I do not know, once the rain, the location in your hearts. Do not know which all are familiar with will also stay. At least, we have honest, tell each other. Pretty girl, such as the beautiful roses, good heart as the dew. No further contacts with each other, just that moment, we can feeling, I believe, Concert easy to get.

she said, our home is a peaceful place without war. Of course, this we have created together, business, and the same, no matter where you are. Ah, we fought together, laugh together too, with grief over, we watched the clown world, have woven themselves together into a clown.

you laugh I want to be fairly open, ah, I believe you have been very strong. Been working hard to climb to the top you want to view the sunset. I think your sweet smile, will accompany you forever. Please accept this in unfamiliar and distant blessing. Heartfelt thank you, thank you to talk to each other. (Editor: admin)

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For all worldly things shall indeed pass. When I am heavy with heartache I shall console myself that this too shall pass; when I am puffed with success I shall warn myself that this too shall pass. When I am strangled in poverty I shall tell myself that this too shall pass; when I am burdened with wealth I shall tell myself that this too shall pass. Yea, verily, where is he who built the pyramid? Is he not buried within its stone? And will the pyramid, one day, not also be buried under sand? If all things shall pass why should I be of concern for today?

t8bxu993 · Wysłany: Nie 11:22, 20 Mar 2011 Temat postu:

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towards their unfamiliar Destination, let the body relax as much as possible , leaning against the window and enjoy the scenery .

along the way is not picturesque , but like the black and white outline of a drawing , a long stretches .

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the occasional touch of Yen Hung street , originally to relieve feelings of depression ,

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seems to flow of people , I feel kind of consider themselves clear . suddenly obsessed with this feeling ,

without regard to who, who do not have to bother .

that keep his Sad film , a person traveling alone .-

a person's one-man show ,

alone a director ,

wonderful interpretation of a person .

time point, point, point. disappear

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Which type of transport does the writer prefer, do you think? People travelling long distances frequently have to decide whether they would prefer to go by land, sea, or air. Hardly anyone can positively enjoy sitting in a train for more than a few hours. Train compartments soon get cramped and stuffy. It is almost impossible to take your mind off the journey. Reading is only a partial solution, for the monotonous rhythm of the wheels clicking on the rails soon lulls you to sleep. During the day, sleep comes in snatches. At night, when you really wish to go to sleep, you rarely manage to do so. If you are lucky enough to get a sleeper, you spend half the night staring at the small almost exhausted. Long car journeys are even less pleasant, for it is quite impossible even to read. On motorways you can, at least, travel fairly safely at high speeds, but more often than not, the greater part of the journey is spent on roads with few service stations and too much traffic. By comparison, ferry trips or cruises offer a great variety of civilized comforts. You can stretch your legs on the spacious decks, play games, meet interesting people and enjoy good food----always assuming, of course, that the sea is calm. If it is not, and you are likely to get seasick, no form of transport could be worse. Even if you travel in ideal weather, sea journeys take a long time. Relatively few people are prepared to sacrifice holiday time for the pleasure of traveling by sea.