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2014年01月08日

Not myself



Love is so powerful! Late autumn night, leaves fall all over the hill, like the time alone produced a maple leaf, a mouth water, sit on the cold stone, eyes that looked at the glow of the river NuHart. Occasionally, the wind blew, ripple films mixed with the wind with the hands of the maple leaf rise and dance in a happy mood. I am not a poet, but yearning for poetic life, I am not a princess, but yearn for fairy tales of innocence. I am not Zhu Yingtai, but the deep longing for the heat deep. Gradually lost, thoughts, through thousands of years, came to the Tang Dynasty, to see if the cicada jungle, picturesque bamboo forest, deep alley, extending local bottomless, roadside Chrysanthemum indicum is that Tao Yuanming left traces, landscape accent, back to hometown, whether Wang Wei had trodden footprint. I know, my life is perhaps the past life of Zen, with refined belief came here. Not for other NuHart, only to meet with you, and he fell in love, after suffering, respectively, to the next world. In that world, we named treasure.

Cry, someone asked, you like her, maybe my past with her sympathetic memory, immortality to her previous life, he poured into the power of her life return. The dust a few world, meet the world, late some, meet the world, causing many writes tragedies. How I wish Hsian Tsao has another name, three times, four legend. Happiness, is always lucky life is your name? On a leaf in the palm of his hand NuHart, that the world go round and begin again if he is in water, this life I watched you so familiar, had you if I have not cut off. God gave me a pair of bright eyes, is to he cry? Think lightly, light bursting into tears, light to do their own. I can not control their own crying, I am still very good.

Like reading, like not to be disturbed. Classical things like a spiritual and can not understand the mystery, let me crazy. I don't know him, I have you, only to find that can live so poetic world of their own.

What time is no longer sad? What the dark middle school will secretly cry hk-employment? What time vulnerable time learn adamancy? What time the tragedy also should as a comedy? A person to live, live simple, plain, even hard no courage, still light and family to say: "I'm fine, don't worry."

Put your heart, perhaps with his memory, perhaps is the result of this belief, I just learned to find four leaf clover, because I know, that is a kind of happiness, is a blessing, not lost you have lost him, not his world I took you, silently you look at me, silently I hold you, don't you cry, let my tears moisten you, with the initial happiness! Say three sentences: "have a happy, happy."

Just want to find some with his Zen in the simple life, quiet time can not play, cry to smile, to be stubborn: "I am really good."

Put the heart care, learn to calm the separation of; get together learn to calm. This world, quietly, quietly, is fragrant.

I am very happy! Happy I learn to put down, learning to open up, the world is a long, long the world itself is so short.

His mood, we should remember the warm memories; cry, remember the power of a smile!

Love to the depths, remember to look back on that one has completed the lotus, have experienced the baptism of years, still bloom.

Do your best, heart, casual, revel. At that moment! To the others is not rose but the bodhi.  


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