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『私家心情』 12月22日 commemorate time
******Memory repeat in a hurry, and the scene is repeated, the repetition of sadness, I am tired.When everything was over, it will become meaningless.In certain periods, any sudden very clear, it seems apparent seen throughout the world.But how might the world has seen, it will only increase in the dimensions of space.
******I placed in a bed made of the chaotic situation is, the table is some basic necessities, including a cartonThere were my favorite R & B tapes.Iverson surrounded by walls covered with portraits of my life and this is one of the scenes, though temporary,But memorable.It symbolizes a certain period of my life.When I was old soul, perhaps this memory will become meaningful.
******Love to see friends, and friends smile is very clean, I feel the warmth also quiet.The world is always crying to laugh along with them.When other people were leaving, I cherish even more friends.I see my friends and I have the same eyes.However, they now, and I live in the past.I am going to repeat their lives, seeing all the lazy, it seems caught in an endless darkness.Swallow themselves for a moment of peace.Time and time again to the destruction of birth, it is like another life to be extended.
******Holiday in the sun through the cracks curtains and rubbed my cheek, I wake up very quietly, simply opened curtains.Let the whole room full of light, it is very rare for comfort.When I saw a washing Pitt as the skies today should plan how to spend.
****** Dirty itself in the world, people are selfish, when they lost when they become good,for the lost traces of their desperation, but it insisted on retaining their ugly and the beautiful destruction has elapsed.Emphasized before they lose their dignity things, but in other places without dignity.An ordinary crowd always the case, but they can still be happy, no, not for them.Them every success.Ordinary people have extraordinary happiness.
******I despaiced only silence, and when you do not like others, it is doomed to be isolated.To fall so quickly, the leaves fall gently, gray rain the next day.I always think that the rain is the sky in the heart of a weeping, after the rain had fallen in sorrow she always reminds ScenesEchoes can simply let out a farewell half, but they have nothing to do with me.Tree in the wind still blowing, the trees still scattered around those leaves, there's still the person leaves.
******Sometimes, some people would like to convey their best wishes, she could not help but to miss, I know they will happily forget me.so I am at ease.But I fear their grief wallow in the past.I smile to come before them, and then hate what they are doing.<a href=[[[SQ]]][[[www.wlzb.net/phpwind/read.php?tid=55359%26position=325]]]></a> |
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