Sunday, January 16, 2011

Written on the eve of two-year-old

 Soon they passed away Love is a river, is that the far left bank of the United States and the United States can not dream slip away quietly brutal left bank is the source, the two streams flowing quarter after quarter of the sweet and sweet. Yi Bai twenty years, life in the countless things come and go, countless people. I already have some of the events to remember no volts, and some things I can never remember pregnant, there are always some things, obviously very concerned about, but only When acting back clouds; some have had, I have forgotten the name, and some people I will always remember, as some people, then do not say no once, but now it is nothing to say. twenty years along the way, there will be lots of sparks, how many helpless, once the bright still slow to support their own front walk, the heart of the frustration was the delay in his foot kept step. is really life, is the attitude of names, have long had childish faded green slippery, flashy, a young man Shaoguang years, there was marked as belonging to the pride we have in a little bit slowly disappear. grew up after the know, originally, a child's fantasy called Sentimental; childhood promises made known children; child's love is called child's play ... I do not know what time, who used to write some hypocritical sorrow, then breeze with the sad tone to the interpretation of his life, point to the reality of torture, can only use this way to vent their emotions lead. 2010, this full year should be his year of life are difficult to forget, as this year since the people are helpless, missing, lost in the struggle, perhaps for their speaking, have not tried to deliberately mad for the bitterness, they are beginning to see front and could not bear to suffer the vicissitudes of life. This year, in the absence of its own thread and once spent the night sleep, enjoy the social reality and near the viewer indifference, I feel ever so homecoming of helplessness, Section intolerable years, wasted face, rosy memories are forever in my heart mind away. to pay a deeply arrogant and heavy-hearted will be finished to hide my sturdy, cut off all dealings with the .. . Time is a great magician, and perhaps time to change the position of a collective life, is the sun, when people do not know; ghost noticing an garish sun sown in the dark world, a touch of bright pro to Seoul pull-owned real world again, but the fact that individual as weather unpredictable and strangely heartbreaking, full of faith in the preparations should be fighting for the dream when the ideal time and time again down the empty, I was surprised to find just brilliant Journal of the sky has been filled with thick black cloud. animalistic selfishness and infighting naked in front of display, without the loss of up never stop loss in the oral, wasted wasted heart is far from Shenzhen, time does not reproduce, I will own a real lift in the bottom position, small and low, maybe this year I really was not really a happy time, but also hit the wall again and again, so I always finally abandoned their search for the East of the East, while the choice set of any gravity, sinking in bitter disputes not cross, do nothing but discord, but also since he is always trying to explore the bottom of my heart that Ming dry I end on that, this winter in the sun are all cool with it! heart face silently prayed that had not been buried from the cold in the winter. I am often alone, in the light of the night, looking to find so little strong light. mind all the regret, in gradually become prey to all of my original, and sometimes sings the sly perverting the micro is hard to explain the sad, occasionally smiling softly, but has nothing to do with the speed of music to blunt a whole year to I will be at least twenty years old this year. This year, Jisi helpless, wisp of melancholy, sadness worry how many points. or the heart has already written Him now , added to an older age, what means should the time come to worship death drip. In even some panic, open the two-year-old lives Qiaoran movement, along the way so many footprints, but has not yet invented the size of the right people, I do not know two decades is how staggered gait, stumble toddled the way, once the no help, once lost, once lost, are still distinctly in the outline. Perhaps my heart was prepared as early as not evil, the fruit for their own long no longer innocent, no ideals, no light female. I would like this document to their former cold salty, confused now, and tomorrow the two-year-old to come before the mirror. commitment, sooner or later I will also face this relaxation a cruel smile! related topics article:
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