Part one: take my life longing for a taste, like drinking a cup of cold water, then drop by drop cemented tears.  —- Chu Xing Guo late at night, tossing and turning.In this day, waiting alone in the homing of love, meditation or listening raving soul, tap memory window frames, so that water like a gentle thoughts turned into a graceful and passionate character, dressed with the night wind, blowing in the quiet deep night sky.That year, the Red if the dream, time to clean and shallow, fleeting drunk, soaked party hot spot, you just turn around, is my life’s horizon.Glance, innocent faces of the children had been filled with sentimental fleeting, subtle fragrance floating in Love Lane, crumple past, hang some cruising in the Spring and Autumn several times, and you hold that moving a smile, still glamorous, in plain white memory of the river, Dangqi rain ripples.Remember that is how one encounter, so that you and I met in the sand li graceful text, perhaps this is the so-called fate, some passionate words but also affect each other tender emotions.I have not met you, but never familiar, like old chums for many years, talked about writing together, vision for the future, you say you admire my words, my words obsessed with your kindness and sincere personality.Message of the Language, greeting, pouring enchanting blend with each other hearts, glittering a share of love.  A moment willowy and shallow thoughts Hee ya, can not help but imagine you in a dream, pleasant face, a white dress with a simple and elegant?Long hair flowing?There are a pair of charming eyes?Anyway, in my impression of you is always so elegant and restrained, like a dense flowers, filled in every corner of life, like an angel, with my left and right.  Yu’s seen “by my life,” lamented water like the years to come, there is always the heart of the most beautiful sweet.Memory stranded, fingertip across the beautiful fleeting, so gone.Closed his eyes, mind you, but frequent smile slender, swaying in the wind and rain of the season, time gaps, the feeling is so happy and sweet, but also as Eileen Chang said: I was looking for the kind of feeling, that in the cold day, he gets a pair of warm hands, practical sense to move forward.Now, in this passionate night sky, stick a miss, for ages.Reviewing the past, air-to-month, the night silent, lingering affection.Thoughts of you just like a seat Meng, temperament and if the nectar dripping water, stir my heart not Gan Pingjing.At the moment wish time could stay a while, even after reaching captures streaks month-hui, slowly covered with heart, quiet looking out the window broken in one place dancing shadows.Think carefully, who stars in the vast, endless thoughts breed?And who flies these years, broke into your beautiful heart, charming you this dust of the world?And you piece of pure land is my life, holy and flawless, rich fragrance.If the dream of glass, mottled memory, but forget the time actually carrying once past happiness.  Long journey, a big crowd, how can such happiness and no sound pass?As Guo said, happiness is to find a warm person over a lifetime.Extraordinary day record those moving bit by bit, narrating the life strange, but not when I look back someday, lamented that he had been standing on the farthest away from the summer flowers look into the distance.Night cool earth, but also it soaked my thin body; years of quiet good, but also a place of drunk Canmeng.And I’m still waiting quietly in the initial origin, crossing your gaze appeared.Postscript: Millennium bridge side waiting, can stay forever in exchange for this life; commitment oath of years, can be honored in this life to the old days of shortage?And you are willing to take my life?    Part II: Love life, lend me too light, I dare to say a lifetime commitment, I only wish you could take my life, I owe you a debt life after life, when looking back at the sunset together, we may smile.Willing owed to bear in this life, you can not say that I have nothing, you can not say that I am empty-handed.- Inscription diverse of the earth, everyone is walking with some much alone, such as fish and drinking water, Lengnuanzizhi.And on human well-being to the extreme, than the men and women of a feeling word.It is said that God created men initially, and later feel lonely man too boring, so take a man’s rib to create woman.Since then, everyone initially incomplete, from the moment of birth began to find their other half.Yet not humanly possible, nor accept dominant, so not avoid anyone, who is also able to escape, whether it would be willing, dies alone in their own way, the eyes always unconsciously more often search, although we all know, no matter how walking is the same thing, just different scenery.Some linger in the moment, there is always a thought disturbed subdivision came out, he or she will be next eyes, like a dream that many times, picturesque started slowly, then oil wall car, Tsing Ma Cong, flapping and to do?  I think carefully settled life is also quite desolate, unexamined through the youth and frivolous, quiet time looking at this moment their survival, this front is unpredictable aspect terraced rice paddies, and is gradually being years behind weeds flower diffuse submerged vast wilderness, whether aromatic incense or a barren, we can only stand in the moment, for the first look into the distance or look back Changwang.Life will always have a lot of crossing, most of the time we fly, busy hastily snatched, in the end all rub shoulders passing.Just wait behind hand in hand, just maybe one step ahead, the man has not yet come; perhaps too late, only to see a receding figure.Fortunately, the road is long, we have every reason to believe that in fact already met and so on in a corner, just waiting for you close to a number, and then close to some of.  Youth and secluded increasingly negative hustle and bustle of the Red, in fact, there are too many induce a confusion.Have many times imagined what that encounter will be dressed in costumes from Costume slowly, I watched her a little close, and then be connected to the moist palms, everything without words, like natural.And this is a legend, even in the imagination.Xu is the scent of ink to meddle in my hands the old Kam Man stranded volume is Love Lane, looked sigh when you come hand twist orchid sweet, then I’m surprised eyes gradually from a fan, you can not tell what is from the book in the way, or to go back to that quiet air of glowing ink Tsinghua shallow rhyme; promise you this is overturned makeup, black hair waterfall woman, Qianyindichang spring flowers in full moonlit night, a thin wisp of curl as voiceless a rhyme soft hoofs broken my wandering.The red at the intersection of a season leisurely falling over my cheeks, stained with moonlight fall on your plain skirts.So it goes, your youthful eyes, I do not have no room to stop.Everything seemed a pleasant surprise, and seemed to be expected, this is such a plot, are somewhere already arranged a.  After all, this is a met or came in February with a flower hair clip spring rain pattering.I remember that when I was sitting on the train to return home, you say “drunk drink in March, dreams dyed peach”.I’m an ignorant, seems like a reunion, heart flutter every night for a thousand miles of railroad tracks.The original of this journey I really can not escape the doomed, just like the train tracks Qin Zhu, is for ever and can not be changed interdependent.My life to go on its own orbit, the shuttle for several years, only to encounter you reach this intersection, just my way back in February Spring Fever!Yes ah, Spring Fever, destined Spring Fever, waking spring, and people have drunk.  So I have to treasure joy, I fell in March peach blossoms decorate your fudge places where alcoholic poem, a pillow apricot spread, pick fragrant spring tea dye your waking Hsin Yun eye.Purest mood bloom season, when thousands of miles fragrance only wish you the chill of the cool early through the eyes still have more beautiful scenery, heart field there will be a touch of warm jade quiet day of faint smoke Man filled rope.I think you are happy, you say that this is a gorgeous really make your lives, in fact, why I want you to look askance.I just want you to understand, far, far away there is a faint warm candle and your distant relative, exudes warmth this spring the first, just to let you in when you can overlook the night sky and this is a temperature gently shake away, then consonance period of living in harmony with the mood of the open, yes, so, enough.  Read your text, full of fragrance over, I prefer a graceful heart that her daughter inside, revealed, is so soft, it is so moist, warm as if it will be a grip of her hand into.Inspired by childhood you jump again and again beat say over the hills, is the grandmother; you spoke with capricious and tearful Jiaochen Dad, I love you; you tell the gentle murmur of a warm as that candle carnations; stroll your heart in Love Lane, said to himself text, music and dreams.I saw a woman prime heart like water in the spring months glittering, subtle fragrance floating in Mae Lan slowly recovered from their minds.So hard, so focused, so no one else, this moment, the dead of night, pale blue, light daughter.And I only wish to do so one of the most distant star, quietly looking at you again and again Spring flower hair.  A meteor fall off the earth, will be there with it too long because too attached too warm thoughts.The break even timeless, only this moment a fuel burning have no regrets, so only the dazzling flame of a gentle rain falling and pierced the calm of the night.Hsi has said in its cliff watch millennium, as in love one night crying shoulder.In fact, this road has been leading you, but I unknowingly, unconsciously walking holding me until you leave too, I have been unable to dodge when you had to hit a full.  Bowl how good, then it will not have all the later.Unfortunately, I finally say later.However, I found the intersection maybe just a beautiful mistake, when I catch on arrival, and you have to wait for the old.What someone else blurred eye watchman, when a handshake, missed already cast.And seemingly chaotic storm like Zala, but has been unhelpful.If you can, regardless of wind and rain confront, regardless of bustling dying, I just want to bring your hand and walked side by side staring you in the end of time, through the red dye to make the vicissitudes of the setting sun.Yes, as long as you are willing to.What there a wait to be afraid of the vicissitudes of life?My questions have not yet completed the hundred thousand turn back the question mark, you have ended up with a sigh stack of empty days echo swing.I was born is not, I was born old monarch.The red leaves when that was finally settled in the foot, only a pain in the hearts of Churan: after all, you and I have not completed the moon in the water flowers in a mirror in myth.Sauna net send you back to the years that one already belongs to you leaf green, orange, eyes me like water through your thin shoulders, in front of the warm spring sun reflected in your soft flowing hair.I picked that one leaves this junction, it is true, bloom again, the context was clearly visible.I guess I should be happy, at least I can send you the most sincere eyes walked into the fingertips of happiness, at least I can do While dyed deep red autumn frost leaves hidden in the deepest diary page.So when I white-haired, in a sunset down to that evening when I was in the land of intoxicating exudes warmth in open yellowed Youth Commemorative, a write all over the vicissitudes and still a clear dark red gently slide context, the wind blooming given my warmest smile.If you can, please let me remember you, remember your every smile, every one teardrop, remembered the gentle break and Yan, remember winter night clean snowman, remember the sea of purple butterflies flutter leap, remember the Cubs played nice and warm innocently sing in a clear show of song.  Honey, you say go in the river of youth, handle, life is.I know we do not promise lightly, because life is too heavy, too light promise.However, when you finally leave, I would like on the beach, write a name in your back, and then the first white copper heart, this parting of the ferry crossing, with my sincere every time allocated to find that Kate face.This life the same boat, but only for a period of bitter past life that practice, which is hidden in the deepest years of secret.  Honey, I did not tell you, if it had missed, I was willing to lend you my life, I promise you warm, then also you life after life, I promise a long marriage Executive praying hands.Honey, I did not tell you, if the next life, I will travels thousands of miles, only to find that the old, tightly holding in her hand, never betray, do not miss it after reincarnation.My dear, I do not have many things to tell you, just want to let it ferment in the silent years, a hint of deep mellow drifting away your breath if one day, you gently smile, my blessing will be in your mouth slightly curved metaplasia that a purple butterflies, fly your life lightly every seasons.    Part Three: By my life, one of many world this road is very long, long, long I have come so far, and I have been too long a nineteen.Yes, nineteen years old, can be considered a lot of experience of it!But, it seems like I was still very fragile.Fragile, so I would like to borrow the glory of life, I promise of reincarnation.Maybe I really want this.  Thinking, how can take my life, I promise I.I want to struggle again.But, it seems that this so-called life, and I’m not going to have much choice, only in somewhere, let me down, pain, despair.correct.There’s a happy, happy, hope.  Maybe, once I inadvertently thought about, I thought about for a long time, a lot of.I think, dead nice, you should really nice.All in all not a sad feeling, do not care for anything, so you will not be painful, even though life would be something, you know with me.But, really, I really do such a relief?  Ironically, I remember I used to own “promised” full of curse “promise”: Students may not enter hell, the dead will not be admitted reincarnation.So, I think I’m like a messenger from hell, armed with no Bana, no oath on the Sansei stone, absolutely full of evil.Just simply a product of evil, I hate everything.But I just hated myself, damn you, die a thoroughly.I miss as I have also said the same: If time could inversion, let me turn into dust in the most primitive original state, disappear in this world.And then turned into those tiny particles, quarks, or it is not known sixty-two kinds of particles, antiparticles, graviton.Ups and downs in the space-time universe, I no longer have me, without me.  And it seems to me this is it, I was a hated man in all.  However, the real.Who would not want to live, live a free.Who does not want happiness, but God is never happy for anyone manufacturing.If God really gave the happiness that is often aimed at undermining the.So I hope you are happy, because happiness is to pursue their own.You do not value, it will slip away.Even when you go I do not know, because you never know how to cherish.Like clouds overhead, you just looked at it, and did not pay attention.It is also silent fade away, take away the possibility that unknown.  Yes, it seems to me a very contradictory person, tangled it all.  It was also said that I was a fool.But I think if I were an idiot and that nice ah!I do not care about those real life, past, present, future.So in the colorful world, I like unrequited love black and white space, no other extra complex color, single life, left the troubles, dirty.No longer pay attention to the rest of what has long been washed away hope.Not only put, everything.No longer attached.Just want to go on like this simple life.  Perhaps, as the saying goes Buddha said: “When the ice cold water, warm when melting ice into water; Wu knot by nature when fans when Wu Rong heart by nature.Human nature is the same, but some differences according to Miwu.”Oh, good words ‘human nature is the same, but some differences according to Miwu’.Unfortunately, I probably just a stray who hate do not know when Gordon.Gordon could miss the season, he missed the memories.Or, I would like to pour ice, where runoff; I want to melt the ice, it turns warm.I have not even remember how many nights I eyes closed, I could not, I was crying, anxious to put himself to shreds.In warm blanket, put themselves huddled to force the Wujin own, until I can not breathe.Let hypoxia was not thinking, to numb my heart.Let the bed temperature and evaporated to dryness to everything, my blood, my tears in the.No longer let wet eyes, to see the whole world in tears.Seems to be saying this, I really wake up, I have a family, have friends, classmates.And now I face everything, it has a strange feeling, although still like this.I like a person, not like a shadow temperature, will live forever in the back shell without sunlight, even after the turn, only to undertake humble fate.In no time the Dark and Light, floating alone in another time and space to tell the story of a sinful life.Only a shadow, you can go to ignore everything, any change, quietly close to the ground seems brighter world, listening to the sound of breathing.It is so long and clear.In fact, really, I do not want this, I never like to let others see my tears, I would rather have people think I am heartless happy, do not want to seem poor wronged.This is who I am.So I smiled and looked happy.  But in this day and age, at both ends of the hourglass.Endless and merciless destruction, life will be all good things, the drop became a barren desert.Irreversible, thirst, creating a life of ruin.This is probably human beings always said self-love.But unavoidable harm the survival of the world, is not that the word.You have to smile.  I’m tired, so tired, I hated myself.  So, maybe I was trying to avoid, I began to focus on my writing, it was said, like the text of the people, there will always be so sad.I think about those so-called happiness, just to smile at people’s feeling, without knowing the feeling behind.After quietly while watching life long show, with pale writing words to humble youth, a man quietly in the corner, though we cried all the sadness to calm the heart of the ocean.Calm, can sometimes really is such a terrible quiet, a life lived walking around, ushered in the vast sea of people, only one person in the reverse journey.In this way, I gradually regain some of its original habit I.Some students say that you do not lonely?But me, I think that what is lonely.What is lonely.For me, it seems not a thing in respect of.No, it’s not a thing in itself.I’m just a lonely man.You will never bother a heart.  That’s just part of my own heart, a will never, as they like that is ridiculous, deep in the remarks, but shallow attitude.And I am lonely I can always maintain the attitude and random identity.I do not want the mask of hypocrisy is necessary to survive and live, at least for now there is no need.I live in a small inner circle, most real feelings and emotions, is my black and white world.Only a lonely heart, not what you say lonely beating.A straight figure, is the most real I remember a story.  One day, I met a soul of aging on the road, barely afloat.I asked him: Are you hungry?He said: My dream is to eat, do not eat for a long time already.I ask: where did you live?He laughed: this fall to worry about, do not you see, the streets are so many body without a soul.  Really, I just wanted to talk about, these attitudes of our life is really a sad.Our youth are so right?  Admittedly, I hope I will never be like this, I want to struggle, not to squander the youth.I like to take my life, I used to fight.  Now.The drink tea, overflowing bitter taste.A ray of tea products, knocked breathing frequency.Now turning to, with hard work bloom sunshine after the rain, there is always a rainbow of light.To throw the burden of travel, desperately ran forward, I want to fly.  I want to forget everything, and everything was.When a new beginning, and then by the time of my life, it’s possible to win.In this article has come a very long way, there is a long long way, waiting for me to go.  I promise, borrowed life, no flowers no fruit may.Here, I take life.    Part Four: Buddhist borrow my life had a saying “Life dedication are two things ‘Wait’ and ‘regret’, blowing hot and cold fleeting, only one thing alone – too late.”.Simple happiness, by my life, only “pity” and “security”.- stride by my life, nothing exciting, with enforcement landscape horizon; take my life, step by step, travels glow of dusk; take my life, A smile, hold pregnant raw cold winter night; .Too late, fleeting withered death, many stories and promises to become once.Scattered into the dreams of flowers, a clear outline submerged in the solitude of the moonlight.Ann, offer themselves for all time.  Sunshine is grace.Meet, is a grace.I remember one couplet “Jushui month in hand, get flowers over clothing,” there are so many ‘accidentally’ is somewhere doomed.Accumulated habits, passing every journey, every landscape, like a sand, dust left behind, how can I stay own pace.  By my life, but unfortunately, hurried encounter, easy grace; Ann, staggered memories, do not mind.  Each story has a passer.Or, pass rush; or, a brief smile; or, hear a word of light falling; or, somewhere not stop Qiannian.Never lose a never ending story, every place to landscape.Or to have him ink landscape, but the vicissitudes gentle heart; or to have her, lingering misty rain, an umbrella waiting for execution but silent obsession; or have him, still waiting, one of the ends of the earth silent willing heart pain ; or her, and the light smile, a human heart has long pamper every word, but do not mention the breach; or he.might have.As he, like she, passing yet?Time flies, please stay slightly, falling a wandering heart, leaving it parked in that window, waiting for a gentle dream.  By my life, he met a.  Not a word out, he would gently nod, touching moment, and read all of May the hearts.Regardless of fame and fortune, whether secular, gently holding her hand, look at outer space Yunjuanyunshu.Asaka tinge, sunset twilight, the horizon can be traveled with him.  Winter snow, burning fire, as he gently pour a cup of weak tea, dependent, poetry can chat, chat may recall, relative silence warm; cold spell in the night, cut a candle, as he gently add a warm quilt, accompanied , sorting piles of ideal, hard physical exertion, pamper accompanied; when to Xia Yu, Executive palmistry, owned quietly in a small window, leans, listening to the rain fall, to see flowers, Dimei, Review , smile, long standing; when the autumn, the banks benches, leaves a place of desolation, trembling with heating, actively look down once in the four seasons of a single word.Small wish, that kind of hard to.  By my life, I met a unfinished story.  Never guess the outcome, a he, a she, for some time.Blank met before, slowly together to share; after a grace met with good care.In this way, slowly, to the old, the days of famine.  Simple happiness, a little heart, a farming, small floral, doomed, and that is attracted to Allure, turning back; simple happiness, have just a little like that, from the beginning, and now, to the end, are as the child of two people, just a old, a weight loss; simple happiness, accidentally encounter, believe the ends of the earth, accidentally marshes, she was only one of his, but he also only one of her.Such a life had to offer themselves.  Equanimity, met, I believe.