If time can

If time can

The world of mortals

No matter in what season, as long as saw flowers, will be in my mind there emerges a name -- Eileen Chang. As a world wonder woman, Eileen Chang is not beautiful, but her words, whether it is dance, or silence, what kind of attitude is enough to allurewomen t shirts for sale .

This world of mortals, Eileen Chang gently, quietly and to, no dust, only get blurred. In September of that year, because of her departure, the wind a little more bleak, leaves a bit more beautiful

Think of Eileen Chang, my heart is always filled with worship and respect, which also have some sympathy and regret. When she was carrying a surd Taguo red, the original gray spatial instant multi color. When the sob her wandering footsteps quietly into the September, when every corner began more than a knowLED Light Design.

The name "Eileen Chang" was once the world forgot, now is the world back, she pursued, so hard and half wandering miserable, and she in the text on the trek all the way, let love her forever love deeply.

"To see him, she becomes very low very low, low to the dust, but her heart is joy, open flowers from dust." Whenever I think of this sentence back Eileen Chang sent photos of Hu Lancheng wrote, I have a shock. This can be a static world flowers bloom and the woman can love so humble, one can imagine, hidden in her aloof to the attitude is what a crazy for love heart.

If not for her love to proceed without hesitation, if not for her love of a moth, if not for her love that rigid, finally, how to "because to understand, so mercy" this word for love the most profound understand?

Many people always cannot help to think of, maybe she should not fall into the whirlpool of feelings and Hu Lancheng, more should not put his love for Hu Lancheng was buried in the grave, maybe she should be a paper umbrella, propped up a curtain of rain, hold one? The truth of the hand, I leisurely in the dust; or, she should a pot of tea, a volume of poetry, life in the red corner sat, ask fleeting resurrection, not with the secular entangled, but, if so, the world where countless people indulge in elaborating on about her legend? The world where many people wandering around on her front to back? If so, "and how Eileen Chang" this three word become a classic Chinese literature?

I fell in love with Eileen Chang because of her statement: "for the millions of people, met you, in thousands of people, in the boundless wilderness time, no early step, and no later step, as it happened, there is nothing to say, only gently ask: Oh, you also here?" I believe in love with Eileen Chang, mostly her words. I don't understand the charm of the text is much, when I met Eileen Chang's words, I know, there's a word can be like rain run silent, there is a kind of text can be silent footsteps to the human soul.

Fireworks fleeting time, Men's feelings are changeable., all knowing, Eileen Chang allow others to spread embroidered stories and malicious gossip, with a gesture of Enron in the world remain aloof from the world, her words and actions in each human heart with different projection.

Many people say that Eileen Chang should fall into the mundane world of elves, her sweet soul has come the clouds drifting away, but her story and her words are never really cleared with her, she has taken place even desolation, is also a kind of beautiful.

The world of mortals, Eileen Chang. Her a pen, write to the earthly fireworks, try to write the love hate love, but don't do their grief at separation and joy in Union, perhaps, is also a beautiful ending her last silent departure.

The years go by, her fragrance always float.

Eileen Chang's life, a real live, love clearly, her life and death is a kind of isolated position, when she like the flower fades, when she chose to quietly let your life is over, she left the world again is an eternal figure?

I always read her, read her bit by bit, I will through her words to touch her true heart, then, will hold a know, to find her lost old clouds in voice.

At the moment, I think of Eileen Chang, picture this picture: the love is low to the dust. The woman, a blue and white dress, with books, micro raises his head, through the misty rain, through the old Shanghai Nong Xiang, is quietly coming......
  1. 2013/12/13(金) 11:01:30|
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An autumn leaf falling like, let the footsteps of the season became so hastily; what a red dust, let the life back into the war so beautiful. Be neither humble nor pushy, also not a loss; and calmly, no complaints from the war. Corner sat in the yearsLocal Express, at long time, seasonal rivers still spectacular and beautiful, the sky is still brilliant! Time is like water, flowing quietly, suddenly look back, it has been washed away, disappear Not the least trace was found. Not sigh, then drowns in the long river of time.

My mind set in their writings, Jiqing to landscape, message in autumn. Let yesterday limpid time, as today's aesthetic. A free and easy, a calm, a warmth, a thick, an indifferent, a quiet. Let such as the lotus heart, filled with a plain, gentle fleeting; let the tender feeling, with leaves whirling, lingering gentle. Cut a piece of autumn, mottled fleeting; in the sunlight, warm a red companions; with a time of aloes, change my tenderness thousands, foreverCanadian Chartered Institute of Business Administration!

Thewindow day becomes cool, the wind blew the leaves yellow. Although it is night fall red into war, will send fragrance of chrysanthemum. A riot of colour as, eventually arrived but a cold autumn night! A field of flowers in a hurry, obsessed with who wait? A wisp of breeze blowing, cold. The flow of time, flowers volatilepolo shirts for men.

Deep standing season, quietly listening to the sound of falling flowers, let the memory of magic into a butterfly, and deciduous rise and dance in a happy mood. With the cycle of reincarnation, lingering Speechless, fluttering Sasa, dance to make life beautiful! No fear of wind and rain, even if is the moment of youth, had not left a trace of regret, a sigh. The life of the interpretation of a more perfect, more meaningful!

The journey of life, like the seasons and weather, muddy, and blue skies. Flower, originated, meet, love margin of shallow, total experience constantly. In fact, life is a journey, stop and go, always be missing, and lost in get in. Who can not have completely, those who miss the season, the combination of beautiful, always stay in the memory. Through the long red, gradually understand, everyone of us is just a traveler in a hurry, don't choose to retain what, as long as the once had, experienced, is enough.

The essence of life is experience, experience the beauty of life, experience the beauty of the world, the more wonderful than! Lost, has been unable to retain, unknown, unpredictable, grasp the present, look to the future. There are spring flowers and autumn months, the summer there are cool winter snow. Ying Yi Hoai open-minded and calm, precipitating a comfortable and quiet, perhaps open a window, and a bunch of beautiful dawn!

In the late evening? Is, to hide the sun, the sunset people. A sunset sunset, diarrhea in the mottled shadows, so warm and serene. The distance vaguely visible trees and buildings, and the grass and wild flowers, I do not know autumn has come, swaying expectation of life. Several white clouds hint, a late red Ying west. Longing for a good cloud elegant, days of blue; this time, the world is so clear and clean, the heart becomes high, dream with Heartbeat, will fly to the sky.
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Qinglong Gorge Crusoe


Summer day morning, dad and I got up early, I have a look out the window, sunshine sunshine still shining through the window, a trace of the sunblack bedroom furniture.

Suddenly, dad said "people to people, we went to Qinglong Gorge drifting! What? Heard that there is a lot of fun ", I heard. Happy to scamper, I readily agreed. After lunch, dad and I'm ready clothes. A handsome sun hat and sunglasses, braved the scorching sun, we first take the bus to the travel agency. After buying the car to the Qinglong Gorge gate. I looked towards the door. There are two big trees on both sides of the door. Like the two are soldiers on guard, the murmur of flowing water is way and to the aroma assail the nostrils, a nature, dad and I went on Qinglongshan, listen to the tour guide said that the Qinglong Gorge is to drift in the mountain, from the mountains to drift downiPad cover......

Oh! Here, we heard the voice behind the waterfall. Turned to see. OMG, frighten me to jump, the back is a waterfall, majestic peaks. My father and I are ready to wear a life jacketwomen clothing hk, take a paddle, wearing a helmet, sitting on the rubber boats, we sat up, rope of a lost. Wow, a rubber boat after water emergency water run, then, somehow. The boat suddenly down and up, our whole body who get wet, my father and I said really cool ah, finally, we spent half an hour, arrived at the end station.

On the way home, dad and I would be reluctant to part, miss!
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Envy in plain and simple life, no trouble, no matter be entangled, and just, just made a deal with the man's work. Fortunately, his side are in their most loved the occupation, but struggling, tangle to be yourself don't like but had to do something. Is it just me or we are in such distress situation ego one?

One meter sunshine, a book, a chair is all I want, live a hard, a little gratitude, a good interpretation of life and why can grow large painted like this? -- ink, the original can be not beautiful artMen clothing wholesale.

Again and again tell myself to go, again and again to change an angle to think, can laugh with complex, can be everything in good order and well arranged things to deal with, but everything can not let the heart like a mirror...... Unwarranted wordy, or sustenance, or complaiCHINESE MEDICENT......

The sunshine strokes to write the mood, just this dark, temporarily depressed the worthy of such forgiveness?
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Time is so ruthless, no sound to get you out of my life are pulling away. I thought, you just go, now just know, we two lonely figure, has been the fate deeply gashed distance, you, I, go north, southStorage for toys.

In such a hot summer day, my heart is the same as the autumn bleak, winter as wild. I want to use the warm air to the bottom of my heart, autumn pool drying, who know that a wet hide all to the mottled moss afterotter box iphone case.

In this world, I with memories of past lives, with cure my leave my mark, through thousands of years of wind and rain and astringent, love. Along the way, I stop and go, looking for her, finally, in the breezy summer, in a casual moment, you met in the south of the Yangtze riverfashion men clothing wholesale.

In order to find you, I missed a lot of beauty, miss watching the flowers bloom mood, but I do not regret it, because you are my life the most beautiful meet, for you, I have the whole world. The flower color. Your arrival, I brushed the rove all over the world alone, I am wandering soul no longer wandering around between the pavilions, Mei Mei above water.

For you, I would be dust in flowers, no matter what year, what a summer.

Because of you, whenever I go to where, I see all the beautiful scenery, I heard the song is melodious. In winter, I use your text heating; hot summer here, I use your song cool; in spring, I planted my heart is gentle and romantic; in autumn, I in your heart you harvest the true meaning of love and friendship.

The Jiangnan rain, rendering the most beautiful season, in the misty rain, we were on a little umbrella, straight, not drunk......

In this world, what happiness can better than you?

With you in Shouxiang day, I always see the day is sunny, flowers are blooming everywhere; I heard the bird is hooty, song is melodious; I always feel, the wind is gentle, the heart is warm.

Then, every day, like a flower in full bloom in the wind over the water, quietly knitting the earth dream, gently swaying in the world of mortals the depths......
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