Instead of the world, the same faith
Customary phone from his pocket somewhere near the school received from an unknown alien messages. Pumping light and then look at the mouth, contempt or inadvertently understand the hearts of enough words to describe the strange Jisi roam the meantime.
Fonts in the dark dark space bleak stop breathing, not knowing the wind this winter because I felt some inexplicable depression, or my own away from their close of this bleak reality. Like the cool people's dreams, pale screen fonts that look more dark black, black was some hysteria. Then, the glances, indifferent ... ... that is issued under the yellow light colorful rendering a bit in the maverick world. Finally, the test was unable to bear life, way to come down the moment, and anxious to a million years. Yellow leaves from the Na Liangpian monotonous background through the monotony, the remains will be unable to look up the head and left side faces of the arc, blinking in the sunlight. Incidentally Shao Shang hope this winter. However, when the two pieces when the yellow leaves lose their luster once the branches, I did not bother to search. Clear, life will slowly get the cold one, first one finger, then one arm, and then spread throughout the life.
Always trying to tiptoe to get high-level air fragrant, very hard, and throbbing toe, toe to enlarge frivolous and unknown pain, constantly extending from the soles of the feet, lower eyelid tenderness gradually dim the eye, like a sunny day facing the sun, the white skin is always rendered with a kind of impulse to want intimacy, like the rebellious boy, rebellious exterior life always has a hot heart. Yin opened like the mouth, and then continue to wash it down the arc of pale lips and teeth color, like the mouth constantly impacted by a steel-like hearty sonorous, powerful, like the colors of the canvas under the scrub shoes, like the breeze in vain black side of the forehead hairline, like ... ...
Like too much, too much, like dead leaves too much nostalgia and not the branches, like tea and coffee, but never dull colors. Like the clean white but never lost the love of beautiful colorful. Like the black hair line, but they is not ... ...
Still, dragging the heavy body, cumbersome swinging in fixed locations. Yellow hair and beat again hide single fold head flashing, just gently smiled, trying not to wake the pain of the left atrium. Then repeated for each cell mobilization, the fastest speed he showed in contempt, the passing in the end ... ... which he said: "I or me?" I said: "You foolish?" I'm still me, I me?
Liuniansishui era, the haze of static, if at the child and the cold front hovering in the air constantly, stop. Always, drooping eyelids, still a child, winter took away the life of the summer. I remember the words of a Mentor, "a loss can be, but a loss in the forward to" occasionally, looking back. Not clear which of the surging river does not import the calm sea. The end of life also accompanied the baptism of pain. Another way of life, you have just a piece of paper ... ...
2011年1月4日星期二
You left, I packed in your heart
You left, I packed in your heart
Last night, I woke up from a nightmare! Dream, I saw my mother lying in bed in pain, has been rubbing his hands high uplift of the stomach, the pain that hurts. And I, in addition to gently help her mother outside the stomach, could do was cry.
January 4 is the mother's birthday. 2007, this time, my body discomfort, anxious to take care of my mother, I feel the warmth of winter. I did not think that in just six months later, the mother passed away, left me alone to throw in the wilderness without direction.
From a very young age, I was very afraid of losing their own. This may be due to the vast northeast region, to the childhood I always create a feeling of disorientation; also may be because after my first day of school, could not find his way home; they may be particularly low relative always feel that no one except my mother ... ... the kind of despair can be trusted to find the sun, and cried, feeling the direction of recognition; that does not help to stand still not moving, waiting for mom to pick the feeling; that when things come, first reaction is, and my mother nagging about the feeling, deeply engraved in my bone marrow.
Her mother suddenly left, which I was heartbroken! For a long time, I can not mention the "dead" word, and now still can not accept this on behalf of the white color of mourning, I do not see her mother's portrait, a look that face the tears.
These days, with the mother birthday approached, my emotions more and more irritable. I can not describe the more love the more we can not face the kind of frustration, then, has been to escape. After New Year's Day, Dad, and Third Sister and nephew came to me, the portrait of my mother's possession prior to the bedside drawer, so Dad Duwusiren. Do not want to go shopping me and Third Sister when the mischievous portrait of mother and daughter will turn out, but also asked his father: "My grandfather would like to grandma it? I can think of the grandmother." Wild child the father made the old vertical and horizontal tears, and so we returned, his eyes red and swollen my father told us: "Your mother birthday is coming, we must remember and pay his respects to your mother." Third Sister and I promised my father side, side to console him. But in fact, I did not pay his respects!
Not forget, but did not dare to face!
After her mother's portrait every day, I casually glanced at a glance, can not stop from the face. Because it squarely on the mother of all those things would be clear in the eyes! Memory of the beautiful colorful dress, delicious fragrance still in the various dishes, seasonal green and graceful old yard warm and comfortable ... ... and whether I did right or wrong, good times or bad, happy or sad, that so I can always be forgiven words, you can always embrace spoiled, you can always rely on time care and regards. All this makes me deeply regret that, unfortunately, not been able to appreciate her mother more from my mother's happiness and
Last night, I woke up from a nightmare! Dream, I saw my mother lying in bed in pain, has been rubbing his hands high uplift of the stomach, the pain that hurts. And I, in addition to gently help her mother outside the stomach, could do was cry.
January 4 is the mother's birthday. 2007, this time, my body discomfort, anxious to take care of my mother, I feel the warmth of winter. I did not think that in just six months later, the mother passed away, left me alone to throw in the wilderness without direction.
From a very young age, I was very afraid of losing their own. This may be due to the vast northeast region, to the childhood I always create a feeling of disorientation; also may be because after my first day of school, could not find his way home; they may be particularly low relative always feel that no one except my mother ... ... the kind of despair can be trusted to find the sun, and cried, feeling the direction of recognition; that does not help to stand still not moving, waiting for mom to pick the feeling; that when things come, first reaction is, and my mother nagging about the feeling, deeply engraved in my bone marrow.
Her mother suddenly left, which I was heartbroken! For a long time, I can not mention the "dead" word, and now still can not accept this on behalf of the white color of mourning, I do not see her mother's portrait, a look that face the tears.
These days, with the mother birthday approached, my emotions more and more irritable. I can not describe the more love the more we can not face the kind of frustration, then, has been to escape. After New Year's Day, Dad, and Third Sister and nephew came to me, the portrait of my mother's possession prior to the bedside drawer, so Dad Duwusiren. Do not want to go shopping me and Third Sister when the mischievous portrait of mother and daughter will turn out, but also asked his father: "My grandfather would like to grandma it? I can think of the grandmother." Wild child the father made the old vertical and horizontal tears, and so we returned, his eyes red and swollen my father told us: "Your mother birthday is coming, we must remember and pay his respects to your mother." Third Sister and I promised my father side, side to console him. But in fact, I did not pay his respects!
Not forget, but did not dare to face!
After her mother's portrait every day, I casually glanced at a glance, can not stop from the face. Because it squarely on the mother of all those things would be clear in the eyes! Memory of the beautiful colorful dress, delicious fragrance still in the various dishes, seasonal green and graceful old yard warm and comfortable ... ... and whether I did right or wrong, good times or bad, happy or sad, that so I can always be forgiven words, you can always embrace spoiled, you can always rely on time care and regards. All this makes me deeply regret that, unfortunately, not been able to appreciate her mother more from my mother's happiness and
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Waiting for a light heart
Waiting for a light heart
In a word, the result of this line and lit a light heart.
Abruptly just crashed into the eyes, but made a sudden heart attack between. Always thought that the remote and unknown places always have a lamp in the night, waiting for me, guiding me. To live so long, but do not actually been guarding for themselves, are a light heart, in knowing about the night in panic earth.
At that time, loneliness, said, staring desolation of the night, waiting for a light heart, a taste of Qingyuan in silence a long lonely. If I read the prime describe the situation will be slightly down, Yin white dye in the title page, the ink will be ripples in rhyme the sweet night. Will be heard in the distant voice came softly, gently beat in the hearts.
Yi-hand branch in one hand and stroking, spreading the warm caress of light in the eyes. Aqua sheen, I saw the way the woman walked slowly, limping from childhood to girlhood, stubborn, stubborn, lonely and quiet. If a quiet night in the point of knowing about in the dim light Mao Heights. Sheepishly faint light burning in the mountain breeze in the gripped in glitter. Seems weak is called the wind to blow at any time, but always go back to life like the light from the dark to get up in the back, light up a room ugly buildings. Lights will melt into the night, the light will Rongrong Lian Yun in the heart.
The little children who, in the dim light finally finish the rhyme in the way of life of growth, ups to the river of life. The lodge in the lamps burning in the night they scored deep in the heart and soul to an abundance of crystal-clear glass-like posture of heart light between points in mind.
Night, the more the more lonely nights, the more lonely and deeper. Villain guarding a fluorescent lamp children, accompanied by the number of heart with heart lights the night longer, watching the lonely budding long ear, tender green goose yellow to pink in the light green up Angela, and a luxuriantly verdant , and then to the vast Xiao cool. Mouguang they daydream like a searchlight, playing in the distant deep secret.
That season, perhaps the hands of a thick book, and perhaps tired of leaning empty-handed, perhaps desolate sonic waves in the water in the ear, perhaps just listen to the quiet night under the cold Joseph Yu insects chirp poor Yin, gurgling water. Refraction of the sparkling, glossy photos on the walls in pale, or even hear the walls groan, look at that side will Zhengleng bloodless wall, mind wandering to the horizon in the wild career. With No thoughts, no significant pain in the smoke-colored the night flow. If a roomful of congratulatory lights go out, his eyes looking at the eagle is a bottomless dream kiln. Night, it's like a huge shortage of black desert.
In a word, the result of this line and lit a light heart.
Abruptly just crashed into the eyes, but made a sudden heart attack between. Always thought that the remote and unknown places always have a lamp in the night, waiting for me, guiding me. To live so long, but do not actually been guarding for themselves, are a light heart, in knowing about the night in panic earth.
At that time, loneliness, said, staring desolation of the night, waiting for a light heart, a taste of Qingyuan in silence a long lonely. If I read the prime describe the situation will be slightly down, Yin white dye in the title page, the ink will be ripples in rhyme the sweet night. Will be heard in the distant voice came softly, gently beat in the hearts.
Yi-hand branch in one hand and stroking, spreading the warm caress of light in the eyes. Aqua sheen, I saw the way the woman walked slowly, limping from childhood to girlhood, stubborn, stubborn, lonely and quiet. If a quiet night in the point of knowing about in the dim light Mao Heights. Sheepishly faint light burning in the mountain breeze in the gripped in glitter. Seems weak is called the wind to blow at any time, but always go back to life like the light from the dark to get up in the back, light up a room ugly buildings. Lights will melt into the night, the light will Rongrong Lian Yun in the heart.
The little children who, in the dim light finally finish the rhyme in the way of life of growth, ups to the river of life. The lodge in the lamps burning in the night they scored deep in the heart and soul to an abundance of crystal-clear glass-like posture of heart light between points in mind.
Night, the more the more lonely nights, the more lonely and deeper. Villain guarding a fluorescent lamp children, accompanied by the number of heart with heart lights the night longer, watching the lonely budding long ear, tender green goose yellow to pink in the light green up Angela, and a luxuriantly verdant , and then to the vast Xiao cool. Mouguang they daydream like a searchlight, playing in the distant deep secret.
That season, perhaps the hands of a thick book, and perhaps tired of leaning empty-handed, perhaps desolate sonic waves in the water in the ear, perhaps just listen to the quiet night under the cold Joseph Yu insects chirp poor Yin, gurgling water. Refraction of the sparkling, glossy photos on the walls in pale, or even hear the walls groan, look at that side will Zhengleng bloodless wall, mind wandering to the horizon in the wild career. With No thoughts, no significant pain in the smoke-colored the night flow. If a roomful of congratulatory lights go out, his eyes looking at the eagle is a bottomless dream kiln. Night, it's like a huge shortage of black desert.
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