If time can

If time can

Mid life


Work, busy life, not from the color of smelting, sometimes down, at the foot of the road, sometimes up, I'm middle-aged.

Mid life, sometimes moving, sometimes can wait. Confucius said: 'man; at forty I had no more doubts'. Chew, taste a middle age stage, Limited company Hong Kong and not through an external social coordinate to measure, but by the mind coordinates middle-aged stage constant internal a clear insight, and take it leisurely and unoppressively. Middle age should have a calm, confident, firm. And do not fear the heart, can dispel doubts. The middle-aged life is built on confidence, a sense of achievement that the age of the heart, calm in the face of the pressure, was obtained from the world. People in the success of the middle-aged, confidence is not and external opposition of things, at this stage is the formation of the integration of mutual promotion. A poetic couplet: 'Taishan sea to the end of the day to shore up the top of the mountain, I am the peak'. This is the fusion of nature and human, is not about to conquer, defeat. But to a lifting middle-aged, a sentiment, a love of nature. Life is earnest. Conversely, a sway, could lose time, Accounting in HK may also lose one's real feelings.

In middle age, and with no doubts, this is the best time of life. Should go and live with addition, is continuously acquire should get something from this world, such as experience, wealth, fame, emotion, etc.. Also should go and live with subtraction, in middle age, should know how to leave, pruning, and courage, generous, pruning, rounding. The battle of sunlight, nutrients, water, don't pick fruit, be cut; cut off those with mildew, worms swallow leaves; and cut off the loss of function of branches; one one cut to what the performance of glory, now is not solid, greed, shameless, despicable redundant bud, without off gas to give. The rest is through the wind and rain, heat, cold frost. And trimmed, as has the resistance force body, confidence, responsibility, strong.

Mid life lamented the prime age, bathing time, but not at this age, feeling really understand life, only a short while ago heroic utterance, lofty ideals and high aspirations, the mighty river flows eastward. Wave washes, nine months, all corners of the country under the catch turtle. However, measures fall too much, in the gap, and unwittingly, in silence, Hong Kong Company Secretary in one's blood boils with indignation., a middle-aged man.
  1. 2013/09/23(月) 11:38:49|
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Lost love!



Interleaving broken memory, hint of melancholy, how to forget? Air, listen to the rain, the rain melancholy night, bleak, just leave. Guzheng, emotion and he Xiao, the shadow cross marks, the wind softly broken base, shadows, and who would listen!

Yuemanxilou, figure dim, a touch of sadness, like a melancholy Rosa, contracted under the night sky to silence. Shadow dark Hui, empty month under the candle, companion dilute, the fleeting time, I lost a year. Dream Yan matchless, thousands of years to change the thinking, what's the explanation for its. The wind Ling cold night, quiet wind Piaoguo fingertip, lonely as the last words, in this miss the note, write down the traces of dreams.

Paper tears inkstone, endless pain. A sad, sad tears all over the face, the miss who treasure! If there is ever of the notes, but the memory is wandering around the margin of missing without care. Residual pen feeling, dreaming, meditate love far, take the time to heal its crime! Pale fingertips tears has become a ruin, calligraphy and painting the strands of fragrance, relentless years, after rolling a few world time, deep in the bustling who treasure. Piper yearning love longer, pen and write not go, but the bead curtain curtain of chaos! Dream heart and soul, scattered the fingertips, the ink under the pity, but snapping fingers, ashes to ashes, suddenly, people have changed, in an instant, passing of night, the depths of past memory, the long time corner, pen is miserable strangers, a paper book length.

A residual chapter, mapping some prosperous, lost a few world of love, who will remember! Ask when can forget, the ink Danqing, a world of pain! One year old and one year old, the vicissitudes, the night breeze, twilight to injury, missing the smoke yesterday, count the stars, suddenly, the lights, the foreseeable future. If even dye through the feelings of missing notes, carry not live under the pen that moment of lights, the memories of a lifetime, and what is there to go? The world is changing, fade away when the downtown. Love period with no fixed, passing fleeting back but not for care. Today's tears ink inkstone, ink for the world! This all time, also can change several world everythings. Originally, there has been no to find my way in where!

Just after the millennium, the Mochi stream, Xu Liu to fly, and who can wash away the memory of the world? Deep affection of time, that the scattered, alone in between, add melancholy. Left, left some ink. Forgotten, fade away, when love, cherish who hair! The stranger, the tears has become a ruin. The fleeting time passing, remember who.
  1. 2013/09/16(月) 10:48:07|
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Start from the beginning!



Quiet, is a 18 year old boy. A humble abode in Dongyuan a dormitory boys.

In this good than in the cold winter, he quietly opened the hibernation season eyes, came to a strange place to me than -- guangdong.

Forget and how he met, maybe he is in the website to see my text, find me.

Impressed me most is that he began to find I must I do his teacher, and all day long after I taught him to write text.

I'm with profound respect and humility, because my text flat, I should a teacher. He regularly talk to me, I hide it away, I really don't have much time to chat.

He said love literature, please help him under a pseudonym, said later adopted the pen name write.

I felt his little sincere, and so it was for his pseudonym, taking a few days, and indeed for him to a literary relatively strong name.

But he has not used that name, probably doesn't like, you might also feel a bit feminine.

Since then, he walked into my field of vision, came into my life. I do not care about, also did not concern, as the winter cold, even imperceptibly away from me, I also not notice. Just like the seasons, go round and begin again, appear trite and insignificant.
  1. 2013/09/11(水) 12:05:11|
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