I feel tired, tired thoughts begin to sort out the wrong tears, sad and intoxicating are difficult to understand too many cycles, a lot of words are gone, many people can't see each other again, too many words are lost and two tears come, a word once, a scene of nostalgia, looking at the fragility of the soul, missing the happiness of the past, time is still so thick, the appointment is still so deep, simple reading too much understanding makes the portrayal of the soul, there is a persistent dream, rolled up thoughts, walking around is not about to see, what is unexpected, a lot of taste is still so shallow。 Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The night is deep, the cold of the mind is still reciting the tunes of the past, holding a sunset, Xu a fragrance, intoxicating thoughts, can't go into the former hometown, the relief of the fascination is still so light, the clear words can't act the right and wrong of the past, the lost heart, the soul of perception, the indifferent looking back, or the place that does not belong to oneself, the tears that go, the wound of dreams, the stubbornness of attachment still can't be smooth sailing, the true meaning of life has no fate of the years, come and go to get acquainted with doomed, too much wind and moon have been lost, and the irrigated river is still easy to dry up。

I used to think that time is just the companionship of the figure, but now it has become a figure is the guardian of time, looking at the passers-by, thinking about the words of the past, many things, a lot of people, come and never see each other again, a lot of words will not be described like that again, the walking that is spoken, the beating heart, haggard waiting for others, spending the moment in front of me reading the former subject, the words quietly wet the shadow around me, looking at the eyes that have been wronged, smiling out of the happiness of the past, seeing the can't pick up the giving up, saying let go, can't let go is gentle。

The sound of dripping on the keyboard, the charming and familiar melody, the soul listening to unfamiliar songs, the tactful spiritual power penetrates through the departure in front of you, the words of longing are still so successive, the words that come out can't understand the beating of the heart, the poignant temperature measures the scars of the face, who made the promise to give up, the ten fingers are spread out, the footsteps in the dream are rested, the moon at night still hangs down the accompanying embrace, the teardrops of perception have no chance to describe the fall of the stars, such a go, or as if I have not seen it, I have said etc., and now I think about the stars falling, and the deception in my heart begins to betray。

The sweat sprinkled, the words that move around in other people's faces, there is still no familiar temperature, this scenery is experienced with heart, full of reading the heart of the door was still so low, thinking that it is impossible to do too much in their lives, because time always comes too fast, gone makes people cry, there is no smell of hugging is still coming to the nose, how many hearts have been broken over the years, how many feelings have been broken by broken dreams, but there are still many people who still believe in feelings, still believe in the tenderness of dreams, when the words hit too much, and the thoughts are constantly difficult to control, then the cold of the heart still belongs to their own heart。

The rolling wind and moon, the trampled river and grass, the release of cold and warmth, the cycle of fields and suffering, full of hypocrisy or difficult to tell too much of the love, listening to the recitation of the four seasons, walking on the other side of the dust, reading out of the years of the time gone and lost, waiting for the persistence of a word changes, looking at the exquisite snowflakes, can not see the voice of thousands of thoughts, sorting out the words in the face of others, adjusting the departure to deal with, such a dream, such a love, in fact, is a dream, the dream has no time, the thought is silent, or that person. (Prose Reading:.) )

The words of parting time swept away, the dripping time confusion in the evening scene, writing about the death, the fate is scattered, the gathering of people is difficult to talk about, or the scenery, or the sunset, but you can't see the appearance of the past, you can't hear the words of the past, read the drunkenness of leaving, change the prayer in your mind, resign too much company, leave too much waiting, wait for it really once can not be reproduced, you can't see the drop of time, but it wets the whole wounded heart, the soul in the mouth depicts the desolation of the figure, burning the departure of the past.

The morning of missing was once joyful and silent, there will be no thoughts, and there will be no waiting and questioning, such a life is the memory of childhood, the memories of this life that have fallen, whenever I am outside, my heart has thought, if I choose, I choose to go back to the past, that kind of companionship is the eternity of this world, there is no stumbling block of tears, and there is no desolation that no one comes to say, look at it this way, look at it like that, time gives too much, we can't repay it, it is a no win or lose, no scheming care, can only let the dream of the soul go back to the past era。

At that time, I was young, I knew the quarrel of going home, looked at the unreasonable face, and had an ignorant guess in my heart, I had said that I couldn't, but I couldn't hide from the face of still accompanying my family, I don't know what kind of mind carried out the expression of thoughts, it seemed that there was too much way to make myself closer to the care of my family, it was a hopeless era, and it was a conformist picture, such a happy acquaintance of the soul, growing up, seeing more, saying more, saying less to the people at home, feeling that a lot of words are difficult to speak, and many things have been insignificant, but the heart that once accompanied me is still there, and the heart that has grown up and has not experienced wind and rain is still there。

I want to say, but I can't say it, I want to do it, but I can't express what kind of life is such growth, maybe we can't experience the heart of young companionship, but under the eyes of looking at growth, there have been wrinkles, too many have left but too little has come, it is the life of the family that gives us the opportunity to grow, their efforts are so brilliant, the blueprint of the painting is so beautiful, when the young heart grows up, maybe you need to be busy with yourself too much, and there is little time to take care of your family, although the heart of companionship has seen growth, but it has also caused us to be disappointed。

Looking at the sun in the morning, remembering the time of birth, it is a position that will cry, but it has brought many people to smile, never faced sadness, never smiled in front of what I saw in front of me was incomprehensible breathing, and when I went to school, I learned four words, "Dad" and "Mom" let their eyes send out the temperature of going home, experience the running of the soul, shuttle through the waiting time, walk into the house, see the family, write "Dad" and "Mom" I gave it to their side, and I smiled myself when I saw their smiles dripping with the sweat woven for their children.

Maybe time has given the heart a doomed, can only measure the companionship of family affection, but can not warm the words of family affection, the look at each other is the care of the heart and tears, the murmuring perception may only have the heart that does not belong to them, they are old, the child has grown up, but by their side is still a son (daughter), acknowledging the position that has surfaced, receiving the happiness of companionship, it is their happiness, they have not thought much, they have not asked much, because the child is still a child in their eyes.