Any leaf is no direction signposts into it lifted a moonlit landscape, the way I always take my running thousands of thoughts. Drifting in the helpless self-sustaining, I saw the road was a cloud.
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Moon Area
this place is a big crossing area of Chongqing to rent before the unit gave us a good house to live in the area know that we called Moonlight district, next to the district government. No one forced me to come here, there is also not an attractive air and sinking of the smoke, but somewhere I was involved in the moonlight from. Such as similar clouds and the rainbow.
come, would mean the departure of tomorrow? !
always overcast day in Chongqing, heavy fog, not good weather rarely see the sun. Rainy day air is fresh, but look up to endless rain, at night, the daytime, until the person under the mold. Only once or twice, I saw the heap of clouds from the sky after the rain out of the dazzling setting sun spray, only that time I feel the hustle and bustle of life in the city looked up.
very nostalgic every time it rains, Chengdu and Mianyang, Chengdu and Mianyang, most of the time it rains at night,Discount UGG boots, sunny during the day. Wet and fresh air to bring people to the living environment of love and longing.
many nights, lying in bed, listening to the rain beating the windows sound, endless reveries. Suddenly thought of Yudabajiao poem: first sound. Temperature and the ancient dream of the kind of window of the realm of banana is indeed desirable.
downstairs is a street food during the day and night, endless noise, sleep has become my headache. Chongqing like Finger Guessing Game, men woman equally, that is forthright and dry strength of many other people of the city can not be compared. Noise come and go, drinking alcohol, there is always crying crying, trouble trouble, to persuade the persuaded, less than middle of the night will not stop. Car opened, such as from my heart run over, pedestrian voice seemed to have in my ears.
like rain, and rainy night about the city becoming more Xuning Jing, only the slow rhythm of raindrops falling canopy sounds, such as music, but encouraging people to sleep.
But Chongqing in January, suddenly felt himself so much older. Although there is moonlight
area, but no visible splash in the moonlight, looked out from my window, can not see the sky of stars, even with the moonlight night, dim or bright moonlight are City high-rise buildings and neon lights of the cover. The wind on the windowsill overnight, blowing translucent curtains, blowing in life that touch tired look.
distant and far away, suddenly became a distant in the sea.
my dream has always been in the deep awake.
bringing back memories of the city in May, April and May is the season of blooming roses, a few blocks every day to work the roses that bloom very beautiful, from the window Looking out, we walked the road of roses in bloom.
Chongqing spend more, but better than not, Chengdu, Chengdu spend more and Yan, wide variety. Plain warm and humid, like a city full of flowers, always warm and hang around people.
suddenly remember twenty years ago the Daba Mountains, and that all over the mountain of red azaleas, like the newborn baby's face, pink fresh, but also as I was driving the most brilliant young life. I was so young and naive, and is so simple and innocent, I do not know what is the ideal, not a dream, just around a mountain with me to see people. Now think about it, it is a traditional law-abiding.
twenty years ago in May, azaleas to testify, Daba witness, I married out of their own.
today, walking in the bustling metropolis of Chongqing, the mountain has given me more memories. Mundane mundane affairs, and human well-being, keep in mind many of the bonds of a yearning for, such as fleeting old things. Always like when the night lamp back the past, however, only half remain in the front of the window shade and the paper's Temptress Moon.
roaring past our heads as the years,Bailey UGG boots, will stay in the air, a brilliant rainbow?
recollection of the days in the street yesterday, in addition to attachment, I discovered yesterday is the poetic.
Bougainvillea Park, United States and Germany opened in the park, wake up from the summer sunshine, sultry petals purple hearts, a small butterfly flying, stretch each flap flower, with its splendid decorative pedestrian heart, light gray sky.
United States and Germany theme park, located in Chongqing City, crossing the moon rocks.
and a place to be shrouded moonlight. The name of the moon rock.
the theme park in China, the United States and Germany, the United States and Germany motto as the carrier of natural stone, inscriptions, calligraphy, paintings, sculpture and other forms to liturgical integrity, patriotic devotion, self-improvement such as China, the United States and Germany the main line motto reflects the culture and ecology of the park combine the contents of the motto and landscape integration, the most prominent United States and Germany's profound and cultural heritage.
weekend, there is no sun, no rain, light breeze blowing the corner of the city. Gentle wind, blowing, obsessed.
every landscape is so beautiful and the wind in the trees, fragrant grass of Youjing, giving a strange comfort. In a big city like Chongqing, there is a good place to go is really rare. Independent of the bustling crowd, there is no noise, few Xuning Jing. Gradually thin in today's culture, the United States and Germany gave the city theme park is not just spiritual wealth, but also feelings of the softest heart. Bears every different places and different mood sustenance, a culture of each stay in our inner world, nourish our souls.
a lonely stone blocks, carved the culture is indestructible. Those submerged in the dust of history, the one by one let us mind the story of Ming, came from behind the bustling,UGGs, historical evolution, the interval of the millennium years, is still familiar and unfamiliar.
Lao Tzu, Confucius, Mencius ... ... .. they stick to the saints days, silence is the sacred stick. Coming here, I, and their loneliness and noble in the eye. I saw the statue of the eyebrows, a thousand years left two wrinkles, one part history, one of the future.
do not know who said: life is the source of poetry. The text of Confucius is to require perfection. That our life is a near-perfect epic?
write to you, the teacher could not help but think of grassland is very elegance of ridicule, Confucius said: poetry, can Xing, you can view, you can group, you can complain. Matter near the father, much of Shijun; more knowledge on the birds and animals in the name of vegetation, more tours in the stars Danyue rhyme. He adds, later in the poem.
I often joke, humor has been the wisdom of the teacher knowledge at play, deserves to be educators, you filled with talent after the millennium will still be brilliant.
separated by thousands of miles, often read prairie teacher or rational or sentimental text, hearts always filled with a kind of intimacy. Person's life, have this feelings that make life more perfect setting.
Park too, many pavilions, towers, rocks, plants, wood paintings, there is no time to enjoy most of the day could not finish.
is the height of summer, the parks, green has been fat, red has been thin.
history gone, long time.
over the smoke, we are all human years. Years later, is there a passer at this stop? The past will not be there in another memorable reunion?
breeze off the spread of the iceberg can not masking away the twilight days.
thousand years can not, and the ancients were drunk through the moon, and only the moon can carry dreams.
the park, I Huichang Lai.
I still do my passing years.
of Books
with a It is built out of spectrum to students with the soul of the pure folk songs, recorded with the life process of human history.
work every day to quickly return to their rented room, first hit will be sleepy, Zaifan a few pages. While being read reverie, but also dream, one day walking in an unknown place, no one in the wilderness, or a humble cottage. Blue sky overhead, foot green fields, leisurely stroll in the absence of the trails. Some people will want to go to a place where drunk, it is worth to go places.
in the room, we enjoy a comfortable life, want to go outside, hoping to be like vegetation, as can be recurrent in nature, free breathing, freedom of the Imagination, and enjoy a broad space No secular tie him down, to forget the noisy city, enjoy a quiet life lightly.
in the text of the process and walking, I always see the extension of the road ahead. For life, there will be some distant pursuit of meaning.
cover Ming-sheng took a long time walking in the mountain range, deep into the cultural life of the Naxi people, for the Naxi culture has made an outstanding contribution. He received the tired, eating the bitter, are beyond our imagination.
cover Ming-sheng told us where the human spirit home? We are always on the way home!
Qin Jie, said a year's time, I used to work, she used to support the body, and then need to plan several places. We always enjoy the planning process, it is to enjoy the taste, that it is so outspoken, easy, going to realize it was so difficult. But we are best friends, we need to have a walk with the process, whether talk or do not say, whether walking or sitting, we all need in each other's sight, how can lengthen the shadow line.
Although colorful dreams, despite the roads criss-cross, although we plan a lot, now, I feel nothing, but the value of time the process is occurring, and sometimes, time is precisely to waste.
one's life to do too much, but really could do very little.
summer language poetry is by no doubt the summer sun, the temperature, the integration of all could accommodate everything.
Life is like a scroll painting full of scenery, in the colorful lines of, there will be a little blank, what always want to fill, music, poetry, or a Tang, Song, or a good book, do you like it, always inadvertently struck a chord in you.
I read too little time in school was not any chance to read, always felt I missed out on the moon was not any picked up six pence. Maugham's essay made me do not fall asleep reading again, but six pence to see how he could not help but yawns.
I missed not only the moon, but also missed the reading of classics of the age.
more than the beauty of Chongqing, Chongqing, Yangtze River water to drink girls grew up, one by one water Lingling, good skin are crystal clear. Work one day and saw a woman looked a Republican woman's taste, Xianxiu very shallow wide smile, a pair of water hyacinth is more bright, dewy as a pear, sections and over, a ray of fragrance. Can not help but daydream read more glances.
some people, like you saw on the Cipai bindings, poppy or Dielianhua or Yi Jianmei. As this Chongqing girl. She smiles, gestures are full of poetry, with a classical flavor, such as the jade juicy.
like nothing else on the spectrum of random words on paper graffiti control, though to no avail, despite the mood is not the United States, repeatedly modified in the process, think this is an excellent way to waste time.
I do not really suitable for lyrics, because I'm feeling a lack of tragedy. Would have been very happy yourself, but why when a bunch of sorrow Parting lyrics came out.
disorganized. Night Broken Dreams. Write poetry that worry. That is not true.
young always set off Sorrows of Young Werther, would like to write poetry and write, the old and we have to use poetry to fill in the gaps a little life left.
is fifth, a full moon. I have not asked, China, the United States and Germany material Corridor Park that wood is not Phoebe? Why did they send the aroma of sweet briar, with moist color. In the above verses are engraved, is so delicate, elegant, like dyed pale moonlight. Some words I do not know,UGG boots clearance, but I know one word elegance.
such a night, the most suitable for poetry.
mantle of cloud Sparse more Liu Shao,
just the poetic element pen description.
species was compared Siming Moonlight,
Girl Do not dream Nan bridge. In fact, no other evaluation
themselves felt in the arty.
a special gift
rush years drift away, like clouds, like water. Young, the years as the boat gently, that overweight Qingchou Zaibu Dong. Now pressing circumstances, but also less Rhapsody presence. Years growth, year after year, day just like to eat, we swallow it a one, and then chew slowly and memorable.
days getting longer, further and further short time.
in Chongqing this year's birthday is over, and receive a special gift, which is most worthy of my life and the precious collection items.
said: Rolls-Royce, a limited edition hand, is the world's most expensive car. So, in my eyes, the value of the gift is equivalent to a Rolls Royce, and it is more valuable than.
personally designed by the brother of this limited edition binding Hand Version of the book, Book in June 6, 2010 to complete my birthday solar calendar, front and back covers are relatively simple, laminated cardboard, the beautiful calligraphy by his own handwriting and his carving of the rocket seals love. Although it is not the most sophisticated book, but there are bookish, clear you do not luxurious.
old cover corner to moonlight, a touch of nostalgia, such as curved, some loneliness, some ancient and elegant show.
back next bluegrass growing on rocks, on one side the sun, even more quiet.
brother said this is This limited edition of hand-embroidery of my book is equivalent to Do not say out of hand, but no more, no more value.
get the book the moment, has been the heart began to calm excitement. Did not see the book, always can not imagine there will be something special. When I turn the page by page, see the book printed with your own text, a kind of familiar and unfamiliar feeling in my heart. Usually on the computer, too lazy to write the modified read a second time again, this time holding a book, I feel completely different, that kind of mood can not find an appropriate word to describe.
I put it in front of the world's most beautiful book. Look at it every day, there are a few warm hearts always.
is not the book people are obsessed with love the moon, the moon also a fan of paper?
Big Brother like to chat, learn to be mixed over my stomach to dig. Calligraphy, seal cutting, antiques, theater, poetry ... ... stomach Qin did not sporting a long point is out of ink. Although we missed the minstrel of ancient times, news is we can come to have so little interest in poetry and lyrics free. He has been blind faith in poetry to rhyme, whether poetry classical poetry. To him, the sky for a fallen leaf of autumn I can see the mountain.
silent thanks to a poem gift Brother:
only slowly every time Jun,
possession of Jin Wen mind since then. May the sun and the moon
concentric wins,
not old Red Wing Chun Chang.
in June 2010
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