Both of us are on the road. We are carrying different attention each, are walking boundlessly and indistinctly and purposelessly.

I feel so tired, so lonely. Enable my energy weariness every day, in order to want to take off many times, the feeling that wants to get back to the past, it was calm like water in the past.

However, I have to give up each time. fashionlife99

People’s desire is terrible, like climbing a mountain peak without end, I make great efforts to climb untiringly, do not dare to have a bit slackness. Have no intention of yearning for the environment around, have no intention of appreciating the scene beautiful. In order to pursue the perfection, in order to reach a kind of realm, I am not only requiring oneself, still requiring others.

I hope to be with the pure and fresh air around me, I hope it is the stars all over the sky each night of mine, I hope my devotion can get the repayment, I hope everyone that I love can have a good time, I hope input of you out of sincere even more.

I do not think one’s own hope have a bit fault, even I think I am a good-natured person, there is not any selfish idea.

We leave, is the high wall that can’t be examined all around.

At the moment of having no intention, I have seen your ugliness and meanness. I hint I must leave, however, like I falling into the marsh being unable to free oneself. Because I have already admitted you at this moment, including your beauty and everything. I know I am dancing with wolf. I know that terrified, perturbed in the dance music. I know the song after all perhaps I will turn into a human skeleton. But I persuade oneself look for you most really hard always.

Perhaps my requirement to you is too perfect, too harsh. We should give the other side a stretch of skies each other, a piece of world that can wheeze.

If love is all only a slice of fallen leaf in autumn, that let you see is only from splendid to quiet and beautiful, moving towards withering finally, then I would rather choose lonely life. If love is all only a piece of enclosure, let you appreciate the fragrance of a rose alone, then this kind of perfume is unable to reach a kind of eternity forever.

Taking you by hand, I can have comfort, can be a bit less and lonely. I need your encouragement, your smile like a child who has just learnt to walk, your intelligent expression in one’s eyes.

However, this kind needs to let you feel that suffocate, let you feel it cannot help but. I am unable to understand this kind of feeling. It should be of both sides to pay, it is that one kind is cut silently, a kind of emotion that needn’t speak the form is revealed. You are so stingy to me, the inflation that the pain of my heart is day by day, I am unable if things go on like this.

So, I make great efforts to make the bit in the past become eternal memory in efforts. I am saying to oneself: If you love him, set him free, return a free sky to him.

We leave, is the high wall that can’t be examined all around.

The bitter cicada of I am dark like one, makes great efforts to go through the disintegration of the agony. I want to remould oneself thoroughly through once, have let a kind of memory go lightly gradually. The wings trembling as I shake, far away from the ground slowly, I do not see your expression in one’s eyes clearly, can’t hear your heartbeat.

I am only swallowing that bitterness alone.

The sound of unheeded advice has been strengthened gradually, I do not dare to open the eyes, am only afraid of the fuzzy sight, let me lose faith. Reverse I am flying, the blast wreaking havoc has torn one pair of wings of mine to shreds, I am floating in the wind, I find painfully, one’s own soul can’t already get back to the past.

I leave alone, am looking for the way to come back.

After several years, walk on the once path, I found the love not so-called as long as the heaven and earth endure in surprise, until the seas dry up and the rocks decay, a bowl of soup before reincarnation is enough to let these disappear in a flash.

Love half dead and half alive, when you felt that suffocate for the love, why it is already ignorant as you at the thing as you, don’t hesitate, drink this bowl of soup, you will get the unprecedented one easily. At the world, treat oneself kindly, treat kindly, accompany more important peoples that you walk together.

This bowl of soup is time, time can let you free everything.

Shade of house appear in at the moment, go home for a long time, think family should brightness of flowers and birdsongs at this moment, the swallow dance warbler crows. Think the big Chinese scholartree in the gateway of the village is covered with the white flower of Chinese scholartree, each is like the pearl, bunches of similar jade. Think the little niece should carry the kindergarten on the schoolbag. While remembering leaving home last time, she is carrying the schoolbag and crying for the scene chased behind, can’t help the tears right away spin in the eye socket. She looks like me very much, the temper is very stubborn, the naughty one is terrible, is a famous false boy in the street. Sometimes think, if do not rush, must get married now, live village woman simple life most, sunrise and do, sunset but interest. Will often see parents, help them to cook a meal, chatter and crack, do some farm work. Will certainly not look like for now, go back to be all staying for one or two days hurriedly each time. There are too many pressures, too much worry, too much responsibility here to will certainly not look like,fashionlife99 too much worry, too many choices. Today the eldest says I am too tangible, there should be some subtleties, can’t dig the lung to people from the bottom of one’s heart. Want, make lotus flower produce silt without dyeing, very much difficult! I’m afraid like this going down, going, for survive, oneself will become, subtlety is and will longer than honeycomb briquette large heart even. If so I am not myself, can go to die. A work person does not know oneself in succession, really have no reason to live on.

People’s original intention is not high, health, happy foot! But always make original intention into a foam in desire, the ones that made you constant pursued shadow of the evil spirits of those materials selflessly, have forgotten one’s own original intention. The Buddhist has languages, there are three major realms in life. First, it is a mountain to see the mountain, it is water to see water. Second, it is not a mountain to see the mountain, it is not water to see water. Third, it is still a mountain to see the mountain, see water or water. The psychological health teacher of the university says this is to people’s teenager, the feeling of the youth and old thought. It’s a pity I do not understand its real meaning till now. The IQ is too low, there is the obstacle!

No matter how take hard, not because for survive, for ideal! Leave the previous existence alone, does not ask next life, it is instantly most realistic to live. Since chosen, the brave soon one dashes forward, no matter the road will be covered with thistles and thorns or dense fog very heavy, I had been once diligent at least.

Visit and walk in the flourishing city at night, the high buildings and large mansions towering at will, dazzling neon lamp, listening to the music led off, walk in the bustling with activity crowd, it is in a trance suddenly. Except that happy Chinese scholartree is fragrant in the air, everything around is indifferent to me.