Ascetic, living beings in the ages of reincarnation!
sunny days are always so short, such as Oasis generally clear, gently flowing through the heart, after the moisture has left no trace; and if bursts of warm air help my face, warm and did not leave any after memory. Always so unhappy a long time, like airplanes across the sky left by the long tail, the total can not see the end; like paper boats floating in the river, aimlessly but also how to not sway the other side.
not sleep nights, quiet contemplation, repeated thoughts unclear context in cluttered walk through. Time like a sharp knife, little by little craftsmanship, reach out more and more a long the lines of palm, as if the fate of the legendary rib carrying more and more elusive, in the confusion of the loss in around and around .
each of us seems ascetic life, hard practice day, every night journeying Zen, but also how not immortal repair, and can not in life, in living beings in the cycle again and again. Alone, and night, so long, so lonely, ask yourself over and over again, this vast clouds of the sky when we can see a bright future, when it blows cold season to spring. Less then buried in a sealed hourglass, when in reality the ideal grounding on the reef, and suddenly all want to now face, fall into the out the window, nothing left, nothing nostalgic, everything from scratch , everything is redefined. Perhaps, in order to more easily give up the start winding is not secular, there is no sophisticated mottled.
eager to have little starlight,
timberland boots sale, guidelines for the lost child the way home; eager to have so little encouragement, for the hungry children of the spirit of the food sent!
Montreal safflower, disorder whose face?
habit of a person sitting in Connaught large bus, watching the street scene such as lines, one side of the road have become in the eyes of a flower every tree and bush scenery, you heard when you're person is the most authentic self. When a person yourself, do not pretend to anyone, and when the pedestrian street alone if you can is another heart to heart communication, without saying did not mean, do not have to take the mask of hypocrisy. As you look at the scenery on the bridge, watching the scenery in general see you upstairs, perhaps these circumstances have become caring people in the eyes of scenery.
habit of a person, listening to favorite songs, watching the unique scenery, quiet, warm, and a person. Once upon a time, the desire to be a fantastic journey with the poet,
timberland kids, drop their names and abandon their all to make name poems, and songs in the name, there is no secular tie him down, there is no worldly troubles, a spiritual journey, so that his dream of swimming in an oasis in the sky. If they are admired the scenery, they will write a few lines of claws.
past too, such as clouds, the pace of the time will never cease, the reality is never easy in the landscape relative to exposure to the floor like a red flower, the wonder of the Fallen flowers of this disorder to your face or Montreal, you disturb this red wizard. Kuwata until the time of sea change, when all eyes are no longer the romantic aesthetic.
the number of uncertain future is always how far away the life of human society, whether Canruo dazzling fireworks, such as general, disappeared in shame in the blink of an eye. Fallen flowers ruthless, beautiful beings ... ...
not pleased, not to have compassion.
fleeting bleak,
cheap timberland boots, a little sad, a little bit of sentiment. Through childhood, not a teenager, before long,
timberland uk, sweet laughter, proud completely ignored. Sigh Now, Xiyan stranger, loss flawless, traces of the passage of time, always give the illusion of more and more people, previous years today, so many hopeful. And today, this time, once the alley, wandering lonely figure. Have you ever heard of, youth is a grand escape games, panic on the run,
timberland boots, but how can escape the years of the rings, round and round, trapping the ideal,
womens timberland boots, trapping the past, day after day wound , who wasted their youth.
still remember, do not ever look forward to the passers-A, missed happy with the Lu Renyi. This go, overwhelmed single, sad dream, only hope plain relax. Old familiar faces has long been drifting away, fuzzy bear, reluctant to talk, do not want to think, let him away, long, farewell! Not pleased, not to have compassion, hearts of a city enclosed, veiled in the dark corners, to look at bystanders ups and downs of life, perhaps a familiar memory fragments, not suitable for patchwork, or only ambiguous joke.
to disdain around the merits and demerits of the attitude of the face, is easier and more comfortable. Mottled shadow, dark night, fight fight ferry crossing, still escape the undercurrents of life. Red Years, encroach upon, is the aimless pastime, or the wanton and frivolous pursuit, if I do not know that touch of life to bloom everywhere, and where and when in full bloom, and that is Haijiaotianya!
- moment for Love, Love the night of February 6th moment
Linear Mode
