You like my weakness

There are always some fragments of life, so that soft heart, so that spring jealousy, no words, no words, silent joy. An indifferent heart, shuttle in the earth, indisputable, do not disturb, just wish Chang'an. Breeze blowing, indifferent smile. There are two realm of the heart, half bright, half sad, sad and common, increasingly old. Quiet time on the other side, looking back in the past, memory is a mysterious thing, coming and going of people and things, gradually changing with time in the slowly fade, once the heart of the face, but also gradually become blurred, but now Can not find the right words to interpret. The ancients said: the voice of the water can raise ears, green grass can raise the grass, view books can be raised heart, playing the word can be raised, Happy stick can play enough, sit back and interest can raise the skeleton. Static, like a seclusion, no desire, no words, so calm and concise, it is a very texture of the word. If you ask me: what is the best in this world? I will answer: everything is the best of nature. The distance between people, whether it is friendship, love, family, not far from near, shades of the two should be the most secure. Perhaps this is the most real, long-term affection. Every day the story is constantly repeated staged, positioning their own role to a ray of breeze, a touch of clouds of the posture, in the season of reincarnation, laughing Yunjuanyunshu, pale flowers bloom. Standing at the top of the years, measuring the distance between the heart and the dream, flying over the sea, only for the soul to find a detached Enron. Earthly, the immortal of the forgotten, silent rhyme, quietly flowing, woven into a river of time. Leap the monsoon, listen to the slightest language, passing the heart of the lake, is pleased to become a dream note, a sincere interpretation, abundance of poetry. Love the night, love it quiet, deep. Often immersed in one, there is an inherent calm and leisurely. Confrontation alone, against their own life through the trip. Comprehend the bitterness of life, realize the world's well-being, insight into the joy of life, the sense of raw taste. At the moment, in the heart of the spring is a clear spring water, surging the smell of the night wind, strands of Qing Yun from the fingertips flowing, moist like water years. Some people have said: write quiet text, the heart is not imagined as indifferent quiet. I think: as mortal, each person's temperament has many faces, sometimes emotional, sometimes calm, sometimes impetuous, sometimes quiet ... life like a stream, wind and rain, the water becomes agitated, the water becomes turbid Clear; calm, it is quietly flowing silence, never no one knows its whereabouts. Life of the river, met people and things, everything is fixed, whether it is now or the future, a lot of unpredictable factors, we are expected. In fact, people's life is spent between virtual and real. Many of the stories are not stranded, to forget the existence; many of the words are not silent, Human lonely with Subway, perhaps in the End of the World side, a late night, you are with me like the memories of the story of happiness and sadness. In an intersection of the intersection, once again hit with you full, deeply explained the frustration and feelings of the world. Time flies, follow their own mind slowly forward, blink of an eye is a season of peach red and white, quietly watching a flower in full bloom. I pray in the spring of the South, the four seasons more warm, less sad. Every passing through the years, those beautiful scenery are not missed, bit by bit engraved in the fleeting picture. Even if the earth inevitably cold and cold, but also enough to warm a tired heart, looking far away the way the road is long, Road soon as: and line and cherish. Line in the dust, quiet in the heart. Drink a cup of water, listen to a heart sound. Look at a peach to tea, from light to strong, like a few decades of life, from youth to the process of the twilight years. Day placid, filled with the smell of human fireworks, which is not a blessing? Line to the poor, sitting to see the clouds, the filter inside the complex, will be fresh into the heart, Zen sit a leisurely cloud, do not ask, regardless of return home, and the world were Muqing Qing.