Magnificent life
2009-Aug-26 - Freedom way of the life
I believe the faint life understands the true essence of the life even more than that of the mankind. I believe the ordinary emotion can move the ordinary heart even more. Talents with ordinary heart have more happiness.
I believe free chasing of everything is for the love in the heart. I believe the essence of the love is pure. I believe each ordinary life has ordinary love. I believe every life needs ordinary love.
Many to hate to leave, the life is so gloomy. Having devoted few, what the world knew so goes out of cultivation.
Unlocked all, the ones that made us silent thought, we are always in constant searching, but what do we look for?
Always thought time was transient, life was limited. Always there are so many things that make us yearn for too, make us fascinated by. The ones that made us complain about time are hurried, the life is petty and low.
Have remembered some sunny dusk, " Anderson's fairy tale is collected " to hold one alone on the small meadow of a hill slope of mountain after going to. Originally read, but been fascinated by the setting sun in the remotest places, the colorful and beautiful rosy clouds cloud played up the village under the remotest places, several ancient trees dimly are snuggled up to interdependently the brightness of rosy clouds, demonstrate a kind of serene beauty. The wind blows, those beautiful bright clouds, with the efficacious dancing that work up of shade of the village, there is a kind of content with one's lot happy one. I think nothing than beautiful place this, this paradise of legend perhaps at that time, and I am in another place, it is excited to persuade with the scientific reason of the time building of sea city. Perhaps this this is the village lost in the fairy tale, creature in the village are accepting the loving of God. I believe happy spirits will certainly be revelling in the happy ball at this moment.
Awhile, a lot of purple small flowers have appeared in the eyes. It is very small, it is a little bigger than the seed of the dandelion. This is a kind of flower not knowing the name. Mother told me this kind of small flower that will fly, the result that mother can not speak them as a child, after bursting forth in order to fly to the sky to let people see. In fact I had already known at that time, because is small, so when the fresh breeze is brushed, they are so very slim and graceful as to float and fly. Very free, very beautiful. And at this moment, how these small slim and graceful flowers look like elves, how to look like a person's small soul free floating in the sky that flew to the fairy tale in the abyss of the mind. Join and shut it in the remote rosy clouds cloud screen, appear before me, for what do you talk about them? For a window of scenery of mine? Alternatively, it is I that am joining the scenery which is shut them, I see him and others so, think of them, do they see me missing me like this too?
We just met in appropriate time. We just meet in the time of the coincidence in other words. This does not influence how to think about each other each other. The fact is a thing that I have seen soul like being seen, the scenery enjoying soul and enjoying. And the posture of flying that they have finished freedom and floated, the ones that have reached and yearned for have hovered. If they are intelligent, I think whether they are the existence not guessing me or not, let alone it looks at them how I know. If they are intelligent, they, perhaps in order to add a site of scenery beautiful under such dusk. I am their audience. They have let me appreciate beauty with some that the life shows the most.
Think, while growing up, meet, hear, see, a lot of persons are not unhonored too devotions? Do not they mind? No, they lie in. Perhaps they do not understand what is the true essence of a life, they think the true essence of the life is to live, there is a life, there is breath. There is a lot of people's dull life of living, it is a kind of easiness that that kind is dull, our life is transient, perhaps the easiness is only one kind to life, to sincere treating of life and enjoyment.
This beautiful village would live in my life from then on. When I stand at the crossroad choosing, the sky will always have a lovely spirit beautiful to float and fly, they have not said anything, I know, I will not regret anything either after choosing.
Thank us for meeting during appropriate time. Thank them to soul, thank for those figures under their shade.
I know they have so paid and has not received anything quietly, but I have seen every one's own life that they have ended up with such a way, such devotion. To it borns to be a kind of mission they, their death is the only declaration! How quietly, how lonelily, how free from philistinism, how noticeable, this is their living faith.
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2009-Aug-17 - Childhood, the angel's paradise
Really miss, really miss, get back to childhood
People are such an animal, is that right?
Hour, will grow up; Grow up, should be young.
People do not so know how to behave in a delicate situation, is that right?
Lose and just know and treasure, but there is no regret in the world in this
Look at blank paper, a blank too of my brain
That's settled then! Think of nothing, just imperceptible and grieved
Really want to get back to childhood, that paradise of abandoning aching
Perhaps it is the angel's paradise in childhood, have no tears, it is sad not to have, there is only inmature smiling
At mid-night, the clock in the top of the wall is shouting in the ticktack yet, every is so unforgettable
I know, I escape like this, cowardly, yes
But face reality, my words are so unconvincing, so unable, not worth collapsing at the first blow
That childhood disappearing of I, I can only go to know in the dream, I can only aftertaste that kind of happiness, can't go to ask for more greedily
Get back to, by the big tree familiar, by the lotus pool, on the cave, at the sandy beach, it thinks to be should scenery still really day originally again, but
That branch that can play on a swing is broken
That lotus pool that can catch the lobster is withered
That cave that can bake the sweet potato, no
That sandy beach that can pile sand people, has changed
Thing inhuman, but among the subconscious, I can also hear us smile in whom place those sow
Come here again, I am not any more a very casual " little overlord "
Come here again, I have already changed
In childhood, paradise where that angels play, let's meet in dream! |
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2009-Feb-3 - Finish singing this song
At this moment, remember you, mine is dear, I am no longer so sad. I remember I say that piece that leave than that piece that leave, take, bear more miss. I have said too, that one given up voluntarily, should bear more responsibility. Then as leaving, the party given up voluntarily, are you more unwell than I?
I am " unwilling " to hear, remember we part company with each other after singing this song. Since " unwilling " ,Why part? The ones that wrote in the lyrics are clear, because time can not go back.
I have said too, the disappearance of love or friendship, has not only stretched out hands alone, the person that another one stretches out hands early has not gone down but regain hands,etc.. I think I will certainly whether that piece does not stretch out people of hand in time, it is that piece that stretch, set about, wait for people that you stretch out one's hand again straight later also. There are not two pieces of love that people make joint efforts that are destined to be fragile, though there were all once far too much we for devotion of this section of love, it's a pity the destiny makes fool of the people, due to all sorts of accidental mishaps, our love never sets foot on the same bus. I slow and hot, feel know, behind me, until you dust, blow, wake up in cold wind. My dear, can you be at a station of mines such as the front,etc.?
My dear, have those days when you led me, really so happy. Yes, have you I to can pass well too, have other people come, love I. However, there is only once to have no love of the flaw purely when being young, the era of the university has gone for ever. I have not had time to waste time, the time of roaming leisurely. Even sunshine of lawn in the afternoon, unable a complete one belong to me.
I am unwilling, I am really unwilling, why must I grow up? I want to spread once again delicately more, the impassioned and more forceful one cries. Where are you? Why you should throw me this stretch of barren mountains and unruly rivers alone, let me together from morning to night with a herd of butchers who look like the pig? Did you really think the work which seem honourable could make me satisfied? Are you really willing to?
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2009-Jan-19 - begin at any time is find time
The girl friend mails photos from U.S.A., hold pink small BABY, a face with happy smile in the chest. Thought of it five years ago, she came to visit me from Hangzhou, wove two pieces of fried dough twist pigtail, wore the shirt in men's style, take a walk in the mountain with me. For time for several year, 30 year old of women, make one need on business job everywhere from previous sections of emotion, not falling in love, recite words crazily in lesure when there is not much left, a person goes to Beijing when celebrating the New Year, crowd and study GRE in New Orient classroom with the children of eighteen nine. She says, the pressure is very large.
While saying that, we stand under the city wall, the sunshine photo studio in early summer is penetrating her tired face. However, I can see her bright sight in the eyes, then seem it is a kind of strength not put out, supporting her life.
Like a lot ordinary and mediocre and unambitious persons, I say with the tone that console: Why is so arduous? Present salary is very high, what difficult matter not that find someone to get married, why torment and control oneself in this way? 30 years old, it is not small.
Recall now, the words are always sent, been barren, taken destiny on the point of dying and moribund breath. That year, I have just 23 years old, happy love, had indulged in pleasure and forgotten home and duty.
She has not refuted, has just smiled thinly, answer: Life is actually very long.
Later, we had no chance to meet again, just heard her GRE mark was very high, have got the whole award of the American university.
Everybody thought it was a miracle, I seemed to understand, behind that miracle, it was her willing lonely arduous life day by day. We in playing and singing every night, love, shout K, stroll shop, have a get-together, travel, overdraw youth and life like being crazy. She is like the ascetic generally step by step forward, the footprint is sturdy, ignore people's seemingly well-meaning consolation at one's side: You should find someone to be been married, live a better life.
It seems that destiny flowed backwards, that year when her going abroad studied, I failed in love, stood all alone, life became empty suddenly and fell. I can not find the direction, have no place to go. Study the boring single woman in the film too, go to the bar to drink alone, go home staggering in footprint stepped on. Life look like dose earnestly traditional Chinese medicine, is forcing me to swallow, everyone disappears, suffer from depression.
Everybody has ever gone through. Saunter in the street as dead-alive person, hope the speeding car knocks this body without soul away, thought already has been a butterfly, could mark the beautiful arc.
I am sorry, in the twinkling of an eye falling down to the ground, you are not beautiful, you are drenched with blood, the face is ferocious, and, the earth rotates all the same, the Karaoka disc is still full, someone inside is singing: "You are happy so I am happy. "
This is reality.
The girl friend must turn out a prestigious institution to pass in U.S.A., take the first, turn on PARTY with foreign classmates on weekend in each examination, each person line good at kind dish already since, she end Longjing tea shelled shrimp, startle all present by great skill, go, ski by car with friend winter vacation, world of ice and snow kind to red cap is worn, seem to be like the young girl.
I suddenly understand the real meaning of that sentence that she says after smiling thinly that year.
She has lived again in his home town of foreign country. Begin the ability to resume love. She often writes a letter: JEFF is very kind to me, JEFF leads me to see his family, JEFF proposes to me, I am pregnant. . . . . . .
Each I am reading the letter, is reading her photo, there is one kind of warm and dim feelings gradually. I seem it is she of that year, stand up struggling, give up all absurd thought, pick up books again, study, have an examination, go after by there is not the heart. Someone natural says at one's side: Nearly 30, think about the already great event in one's life.
It's my turn to smile: Life is actually very long, when to begin finds time. While saying this sentence, it is the sun in early summer that shines dimly and numerously on the body too, it seemed that the youth raised the curtain just now.
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