from bud to a beautiful bloom

Since like text, just like blossoms everywhere thought and sentiment, or listening to a song, or behave in a memory, or look into the landscape, or when at his own shadow. I hope that from the time of the gibberish, taste the flavor of time, to embrace the years of warm and fragrant regorafenib
Like to listen to sad music, along with the rhythm of the heartbeat, will own thoughts in the sorrow of the rhyme in the charming. People in this life, there are too many sad and pain, I believe, this is no one can escape. When misfortune, again and again to attack our time, you are the Jedi fight back, or let it cut kill. I have chosen to fight, have chosen to escape, only then understood: whatever you choose, the reality is cruel, counter will always appear dead, surrender may not necessarily be treated well. So, at this time, we must learn to release the sad, depressed untangle. And I, like when the pain penetrating heart door leaf, in the sad sounds of nature, experience the shock of tears feel music, get sad beauty acme. Then in their time of streamer, in the years of brewing, wash the soul washed red dust, the temptress moon.
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I also like to listen to the beautiful music, with a brisk tone, will own cells Yinyun in sunshine lyrics. When happiness comes, if you open your heart to accept, can you find in it left, it will be placed in the memory in the fleeting, carving never forget the next section. In fact, I always think so: happy is the need for collection, because only know of happy person, can harvest in the illusion of prostitution in the happiness, Enze life. So, not only sad need feeling, need to untangle, happy and don't need to get into, can become eternal starlight life.
I like writing, but more like the text like life, and life, not too quiet a person feels the nature the peace of my favorite. Like leaning against the breeze, feel like waiting in the spring; Yu Ting, overlooking the Xia Yu flood, like hidden in Daoxiang, sentiment of autumn; like the condensate in the morning frost, snow Silver City back. Whenever there is a little inspiration in nature, I used will this feeling woven into the life of the time. And then placed in the fleeting time, believe that in the years of gentle, someday, this section of love conquers all, will become a happy flowers in one evening in Interactive Learning.
Do not know from the heart to the love of nature, or once had gentle words, there is a place I have been to many times, happy, sad, helpless, lonely. Perhaps only time will remind of, that year, the four seasons here I laughed, look through every flower, from bud to a beautiful bloom, monologue from euphoria to helpless, as the decline of flowers, leaves and soil was buried! Today, the cycle of seasons, but I still waiting, just, heart regret taste, already with cool thin time dissipated in the world, through the leaves rustling today, my heart is still spring.
When you are lost, please hold all the sad, squat down to see his own shadow, and try to tell you now, under the shadow of the mind, you will find that the original own hurt, imagination is not serious. Although I don't know why, maybe it is because see the shadow of loneliness, perhaps because the shadow is always accompany her, but I know that this method is not suitable for me tightly, AACSB MBA so share it out, friends can try this method.
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