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Firework light-year
Because natural instincts sluggish, yearn for a kind of simple wilful life, they say I am very slovenly, I am very inmature, I do not pay attention to the detail, I quite have no grade, want to transform me. So I destine, live very graceful while being impossible, I live, must have art very much then.

I do not wear the glasses, the cap will not be worn, swung in the sunshine low reaches in the streets and lanes filling in the earphone, download several pure good song Cai, voice of her thin, very clean, those cause a kind of indistinct warmth in being thin. Set out on a journey taking the warm. Hearing repeatedly. I stop to see the pale sky, I seem to see a fish, a piece of fish smiling at me. I wave at it gently with a smile. Or lie prone and see the soft cake on the transparent show window. I imagine being happy, and is crazy about this kind of feeling, the beautiful transient happiness when better than truly for a long time of the illusion deeply. My sitting for a long time is in the hollow square or a long time view look at the aeolian bell, whether they at this moment are waiting for the arrival of the wind as me. Having picked up conches gently, placing on seeming to hear the sound in this life of previous existence in one's ear carefully. Roam about, drift, give soul fit one peace and quiet house, let lively soul from idle to in spirit place.

Suddenly the brain had appeared "  Wind cigarettes are all net "  Four piece word, how long it is hear by of wind,suspect this time smoke gradually from parting not merely, happy. Stand on the hollow square silently, close eyes, become very light and very light to breathe. Missed and once leant against the life of listening to wind of the wall sometimes. Thinking all the time, it was anything very simple all one's life. When it seems to wake up from a sleep, hoary-headed. Then when it is sunny in the afternoon in some, move a rocking chair, count once beautiful years accurately under forming the corridor of all over Chinese wistaria, those places to pass by, the song sung, the person missing it. Man has a meal, read alone, one takes a walk and stops on the hasty street. Hum some old ballads, begin to have to take the note-book filled up with the writing paper at any time because of often forgetting, when but at the end, even forgot to should remember anything. Other shore spend, flower last 1,000 year, flower fall 1,000 years.

Say in village memory this kind container,because everybody the getting more different. Realize deeply. I am that a way is silly, the direction sense is very bad. But there are places, I will remember, can remember the scene being absolutely clear while being once. Some places also can't. The lost.,constant getting on the wrong bus, and leave give another vehicle the right of way constantly. . Whether really a kind of illusion has already gone to the end of the world. Dog-tired. Where is the next stop. Perhaps this roams about to drift. Heart concern about make a noise and alarm clock still, make a noise with the alarm clocks meeting and then even? One habit left, one habit right. And I want to travel left, travel right?

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This person's only language
In winter, the thing not really making people happy, I liked getting up and coming quietly suddenly. Often sit in front of the computer staring flankly alone, have sat for several hours. I do not know either what I am doing, I am thinking something.
Have suddenly received mother's telephone number: The child, how are you? But you have not gone home for a long time, the mother worries about you very much. Hearing mother's words, I drop the tears. Putting down the telephone, I sob uncontrollably. Someone says: The man has tears not to play lightly. That has not just reached the sad place.
I live in the county town, not far from native place, I go back at most by car the distance of 15 minutes. But I have not actually gone home for several months, also want mother and phone to be greeted.
Mother has black and white hair, the face of vicissitudes, the look that expects, freeze in my brain in a flash.
Outside the window, the piecingly cold wind is blowing the bare branch and lashing the windowsill, the pale sunshine is unable to shine the earth, gaze far into the distance, it is bleak and desolate a boundless one to be, the life turned into a symbol at this time.
To be fair, I really wanted to come back home, wanted to attack in mother's chest, cried. But tell me rationally, can't be so, because I am a man, a man 40 years old. I want any painful and unhappy parents and even family and child of me to bring me of me.
Walked in the boundless and indistinct one in this world, I felt lonely and helpless suddenly.
Some things are that only oneself is born, even if die in silence, it will not break out in sinking either.
Soul, has twist in not constraining already.

The life of repeating every day of machinery, except the servant who becomes the money, I can't realize people's real meaning alive. One that brave words just break out in a fervour is led off, after everything returns and replies calmly, inherent life does not have a lot of changes.
Perhaps, actually it was that one sighed over the cruel season that the life ended with feeling in winter.
At lonely night, thin moonlight, lonely soul is drifting with the ice-cold wind.

I say so, has not let others help me to bear painful meaning at all, I speak some things to myself.
The flower blooms and falls, the grass is withered and grass green. Hope and lose to life it is equally important.
The moon is round and then crescented, just sighing over the having no way out of natural law with feeling.
I think, this is really one she relieves the lonliness and grief, the day of this person's only language.

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So-called love
When paying an emotion, we respect the other side, just mean respecting ourselves.
We tell, in the love, we pay a kind of sincere emotion, or hold the interesting, psychology cheated, made fun of for the moment.
The love has responsibility, this kind of responsibility, is sincerity and respect to this emotion.
Two
The real love is not an excessive feeling, not the passion.
The real love can help you to be ripe gradually psychologically, know the responsibility of the love, and enjoy a kind of calm happiness while loving from this share.
In development of the love, supervise, encourage each other each other, become helping hand of growing up constantly each other. This likes not depriving, but one kind is got. This kind of acquisition includes psychological maturity, including knowledge, makings and outlook on life, can bring a happy, safe and gentle psychology to you.  Refuse the pirate -   % **% dSS.helloread.com   -%   
Three
A lot of women often regard the status, status, background, wealth of the other side as the condition of choosing spouse, is such love with condition sincere?
Need to consider, in case if halfway of these conditions disappears, does this love exist?
A little more grievedly, people if pursue the material fame and gain too excessively, the essence of the love will be damaged, people are unable to enjoy the pure love again. Different life
The love is conditional, but does not totally set up on the family's social standing background of the other side, and whether it is individual and suitable to lie in, whether the interest is congenial, the knowledge level is close, whether soul beats in harmony.
However, no matter what a person in love it is, still need to coordinate constantly after marriage, is suiting constantly. Marriage life teaches communication and harmony of our interpersonal relationships the most directly, and how to transfer right oneself.
The marriage can make people in the thought and ripe psychologically, the reason lies in this.

A woman's most romantic thing
     5 years old: The playmate says in front of young fat water basin that is taking me to in the middle of the courtyard: "Younger sister, I give a big moon to you. " The bright moon is reflected in water basin in the sky, like a soft and yellow moon cake.
 10 years old: Have one's body covered with tangled warfare of mud with one and a half groups of big boys, help me to reseize the windmill small and fat, the windmill will not rotate, but I smile through tears.
 15 years old: The street corner, is riding the bicycle small and fat, he returns a chemical exercise collection to me, open, the middle insert one roll over little paper all sides   
 18 years old: On the platform, the very high and thin and thin already one will go to the North to educate in the university small and fat. Before getting on the bus, we have pulled hands, these are leading along by hand for the first time after that year of 5 years old, in fact shaking hands, however, I blush   
 20 years old: Having come back small and fat on summer vacation, sit on step of the embankment on the seashore, we heard rote of one night and heartbeat sound.
     25 years old: Long lane end, it is little and fat for me to see and one bird walk in accordance with girl like the people shoulder to shoulder   I turn round the head will go   The depths in spring, leave the colored people's independence. Different life
 30 years old: Getting married on Valentine's Day of the 5th year, I received the rose that the husband sent here, have received the green vegetables that he took home while coming off duty and living fish too.
 35 years old: On day of wedding celebration of 10, I decide that it is full of trifling and dull houses to leave this. Carrying the case, draw back the door, that man comes out of puff, pin my hands, mute is said: "And a thing has been left behind, put me into the case! " Perhaps that time, all was turned definitely gently.
 45 years old: On weekend, accompany son to the market and select the dancing machine, meet he and knowledge on the way: "Is this your elder sister? You wear seeming   " Son smile, lock my arm proud.

 55 years old: Birthday the night, that telephone and blessing that can not be received when I received at last youngly. For this telephone, I have looked forward to on bottom of heart,etc. for 30 years.
 65 years old: I sit on the chair in the balcony. The gentleman is narrowing presbyopia, wear the transparent glove, is dipping in the hair cream of dyeing with the small brush, one for one helps me to dye the hair whitening carefully. At this moment, at dusk in summer, the shine clouds are still all over the sky   
 70 years old: Yulan Magnolia on the forest vagina is in bloom, he gives no thought to one's own age, is jumping to pluck my favorite flower, can not certainly reach, I smile at sealing the mouth him, an old fellow like me has a chat about and sends teenagers overbearingly.
 80 years old: Fall day of snow, I and he sit in front of radiator listening to storytelling sow in succession, stoving boiled water Lu emit steam rumble, the fragrant taste of the roast pancake fill the air four times   In the nice and warm air, we on the rocking chair are dozing off shakingly. Half half dream wake up room, he draw my hands, put into his warm overcoat pocket habitual, each winter when we passed by when just like being young 

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