Only under the brow, but our hearts ... ...

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light solution alone on the Lanzhou
cloud who sent the book to
Yan Zi Jin back to the water when gravity
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Huazipiaoling A Acacia Xianchou
this situation have no choice but to eliminate
only under the brow on the heart
do not know what it feels like my heart is, or what exactly is a feeling, for the present self, I do not know, do not control or even thought, for a long time since a long time, say to ourselves a lot of sense, no more than one reason, is hoping to get rid of all the past, but when you find that when the exhausted, or stay in place devoid of progress or improvement, the kind of frustration and helplessness simply can not afford their own, that moment of fear as the flood burst, fiercely lunged and hit me at a loss, had given more of their own encouraging in that one moment swallowed by the tide, and the rest is just an empty, soulless body.
hot sun outside the window, breathing the air, while adequate, but still there is an oppression, so I do not thoroughly But gas, how to breathe the breath so hard it! already do not remember since when I am breathing difficulties, open the window and go all out to learn the essence of the air, I love this feeling, you can enjoy the good air Perhaps one day to the future, even breath on this breath is a luxury when the moment of their own, will make this world a thorough look at, to discard all the troubles, then perhaps the most promising and most desire, it is but just a smile, and now this smile for me, is so untrue, so far, looking back past the happy, in spite of all difficulties of their own, that his confidence in the In 2008, it has been lost, really mad painstakingly looking back, but only caught an empty shell. soul, flesh and blood, there no longer exists, I am very helpless, very sad.
Fortunately, I have thought, but fortunately I could write something, but fortunately, all the text that my schedule can be recorded one by one, if I have a vision in the future, as well as thought, it can be read here, the life re- , even torture, or happy, it does not matter, or I can live to have white hair that day, then in these words, I can not even remember the man who can not control themselves of their own, that young age has been weak without the wind of their own, open solution that has opened many people can not own their own solutions, that stupid, that crazy!
how to make a person so tired, man, what is thought better, thinking better or not? may the world people are laughing at those fools, idiots, laugh at them like crazy, they can not afford to laugh, no wisdom, no feelings. But now, I envy them, and really good envy. at least they do not have pain, do not know the thinking I do not know sad, in fact, they themselves were very happy, because some people thought it was a soul tormented, tortured to enjoy ourselves. knows how to go on, but always reluctant to move in the right direction OK, maybe not reluctant, but just could not control myself, this is obviously the most terrible .1 +1 = 2, but often have to give yourself a lot of questions and insist on track to tell himself that he can equal 3, or equal to 1 million. an exception in terms of their heavy stuff, who want to pick up devoting efforts, at all costs just to put it into the arms of football, and he is so heavy, so you want to put down, and repeatedly reluctant to discard numerous complex once again picked up, lay down again exhausted, almost collapsed, without any strength, it becomes more and more important things, and even look at it all feel fear, do not say go touch and. so determined to give up anyway, so the self-cultivation, restraint and sense of fighting spirit, slowly recuperate, slowly conditioning, hoping to stay away from, forever discarded. or even themselves believe, you can do, and When seen again, once again touched, will reluctantly, as if the person had a bad cold, has not recovered to once again re-sense, that is no longer a helpless feeling, but close to collapse. Almost every day will blankly looked at a place full of mind, like open book, as was their strong resistance from the details of the roaring again, filled with every nerve, the kind of good feeling miserable, as caught up in the swamp , desperately struggling to get away, but it bogged down.
long days, the most desired thing is sleep. really hope that they would be good to enjoy sweet dreams, but for me, during the day as night, dark fear, night and day like no sleep. can I do to calm that only one way, so many years, can really give me encouragement invisible only one person in his world, I You can also feel the freshness and beauty, however, is how unreal it all, I do not know what the beginning, I can not say three words, for him, I do not deserve to say I love you .22 years of my life during most of the time, to listen carefully, for detailed experience, to prayer, to hard to follow, and now, that's my passion, and unlimited vision, never disappeared, no longer qualified to say that sentence I have the most to say to him, then let him in my heart, in my blood, quietly flowing. may have the opportunity to meet with him, I will no longer summon the courage to talk to a word, the past is I want to say but speechless, unable to face now is not qualified to say to him. far away, watching him, hear his voice, see his face, enough luxury for me, the other The longer I have the right, but that the supreme emotion, still as the beginning of the story, but to completely into prayer and blessing, in the future every day, quietly, as he has presented. Beijing, you finally come to , and once I am extremely keen, but when you really want to come, my heart can not tell what is a feeling, looking, longing, desire, and perhaps more of a sadness. see you again, will he gets numerous circumstances of the past, once in Beijing, breaking the limit I started, this time in Beijing, will not want to bury my grave, really hard to say.
human life is very fragile, the human will more vulnerable, in fact, sober and subdued, only a fine line between, if one day you even want to give yourself a support, then perhaps all will be the total collapse of the thinking, looking at the road every day past the crowd, walking in the middle of the city, with them and the steps to go, telling myself to full of energy, but many times not even bother to look at the traffic lights have had in mind when walking down the beach, a broad mind to accommodate the sea all of my bear, but I do not know when, the sea I do not want to be the best place for the simple reason, I will not water, if down to the coastline of youth able to come up hh
always regret the years moored, or dark or light, or that crazy or complain In the past, has long been fleeting silently swallowed. or deep or shallow, but forever imprinted on the memory of the heart wall. age does not write a sequel for the young, missing only the fragmented memories of the yellowing of scattered debris and tender emotion. Youth no regrets, no regrets youth, regrets only that part of unripe years, would the tenacity and frivolous pursuit. yo past memories, freehand pen situation, just look at the golden years of the people that throw, but it is red cherry, green plantain, to be so when the face of old, but it is white, black hair, the Acacia hh
I am old and the heart is old, really want to grow old soon, I'm even thinking of the old strength are lost, the old feelings I have lost even the memory of the old I just need to see sunrise and sunset is enough to feel old, I have to be able to stand on crutches, then, perhaps only truly understand alive, what is the meaning of and understand that this feeling on to breathe, to feel sufficient, but not like this, wait for them to swallow this tone as soon as possible. Perhaps all of the memories are turned into ashes, like the yellow leaves fall, once The flourish is just in the past, wait for it only gradually wither. When the flowers are in bloom again next year, since no one will remember that once gorgeous. youth is constantly extending the latitude and longitude lines cross the line or even too late to trace a hurry to say Goodbye, Purple MSI across the sky the moment, but I use the light to calculate the
Huazipiaoling artesian water, an Acacia, Xianchou. No account of this situation can be removed only under the brow, but my heart hh