2014-12-30 18:09:36huiaiei
The years keep the mark
Looking at this year's retreating back, still want to retain, but left just a sigh! No way, is a natural love old people, a year of in the past, but not because of nostalgia which person to slow down. In desperation, had to put good things bookmark, clip in the life of the title page, no matter how long the past, memories can find it, renew touched; not a good thing, tear it, placed on file shredder turned into trash, even the memory can not be found, leaving no trace.
Then what is? Years should be the years Messenger, is used to measure the person years of life; life years and only a page from the book, life perhaps the book without words, but we need to go to with the whole life.
Ji Xianlin said: years, like smoke, like the mountains of the seiran. We can not see, or feel; this is the poetry of life, also be indifferent feelings, as time flies, leaving only a poetic in the heart. But there will be a trace, like the rain left after the rainbow, brambling later left the sound; through the years will still leave traces.
Not a deliberate arrangement, there was a lot of met, some just rub shoulders, there is only a short stay, and some may be closely permanent. Whether long or short, be able to meet all is predestined, rub shoulders with a smile, stay say greetings, wish each other a hand.
Because of a friend, lost someone to comfort, lonely people waiting, happy when someone sharing, painful time can have someone to talk to. Because of a friend, my heart is full of sunshine, to illuminate the dark corner, the passage of time no longer helpless, the friend is not far away, like a towering mountain look, like clear streams flowing.
Inadvertently picked up the long text, more cordial, perhaps it has been rooted in the bones, never far away. Look for the direction in the sea of words, weaving a lifelong dream. Although as a leaf boat, still hoisted sail, fighting the wind and waves.
The text gives me warmth, more gave me the power of life. Write text, accompanied with the stars in the night, the night is no longer black, I no longer lonely; write text, pure music rings out in the ear, the heart no longer tired, I am not afraid of old; written text, a cup of tea on the table, this is no longer boring, I no longer melancholy.
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このまま離れていかないで
make many chores easier to complete
Then what is? Years should be the years Messenger, is used to measure the person years of life; life years and only a page from the book, life perhaps the book without words, but we need to go to with the whole life.
Ji Xianlin said: years, like smoke, like the mountains of the seiran. We can not see, or feel; this is the poetry of life, also be indifferent feelings, as time flies, leaving only a poetic in the heart. But there will be a trace, like the rain left after the rainbow, brambling later left the sound; through the years will still leave traces.
Not a deliberate arrangement, there was a lot of met, some just rub shoulders, there is only a short stay, and some may be closely permanent. Whether long or short, be able to meet all is predestined, rub shoulders with a smile, stay say greetings, wish each other a hand.
Because of a friend, lost someone to comfort, lonely people waiting, happy when someone sharing, painful time can have someone to talk to. Because of a friend, my heart is full of sunshine, to illuminate the dark corner, the passage of time no longer helpless, the friend is not far away, like a towering mountain look, like clear streams flowing.
Inadvertently picked up the long text, more cordial, perhaps it has been rooted in the bones, never far away. Look for the direction in the sea of words, weaving a lifelong dream. Although as a leaf boat, still hoisted sail, fighting the wind and waves.
The text gives me warmth, more gave me the power of life. Write text, accompanied with the stars in the night, the night is no longer black, I no longer lonely; write text, pure music rings out in the ear, the heart no longer tired, I am not afraid of old; written text, a cup of tea on the table, this is no longer boring, I no longer melancholy.