2011年1月4日星期二

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.

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