2010年9月17日星期五

Autumn Reverie

Is the annual Mid-Autumn Festival, I seem to come in and do not meet its preparation, it is less than weary of the pace and in case I hit a reel, there are four days is August 15, and look forward to the full moon, and who spend it?
Think of aging parents far away in the countryside, do not say definitely, as in previous years, in this special day, towards night thinking of ideas to go home to see their youngest daughter.
Every time I see the word peasant, my heart would not say a kind of taste! Because I am a farmer's daughter, now I can proudly say.
I like the farmers of this word, it always reminds me of where I come from, where my roots? Difficult to leave their homeland, no one will forget his hometown of it! There may be such people, but I still love my farmer parents.
Parents raising four children were his life, I left them the farthest. Parents working to exhaustion for a lifetime, and now also has more than 70 years old. Now spend their remaining years of the.
Like the father of calligraphy lofty a lifetime, old and would be happy to idle. Bonnet alone in the village a few houses south, surrounded a small garden, keep a few boxes of bees, almost every day he stayed busy for the garden. Year spring fall to go get him to feed a small garden. That is his spirit of green space. Green is my heart.
Brought his father's garden, I seem to see is covered with bright red jujube dates of dwarf trees at the beginning in my mind whirling with the vertical and horizontal branches; I seem to have seen covered with the branches fruitful persimmon tree, high of standing, as a few loyal guards, always be there for this piece of home.
I thought I saw the tree, "one" in the neatly arranged, boxy 7,8 hives, Ma Ma's flying over the dense, small groups of hard honey bees. Being buzzed along the stop of the busy bees look very cute, do not close it Oh, or "swarm" feeling, but feel good ah; also like to see a few green leafy vegetable bed ground is harvest ripe vegetables: water radish, spinach and green onions; also seen around the garden all day long around the singing and dancing Dance the speaker flowers. ... ......seo|

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Whether

You have had unpleasant experience? Whether it had depressed the grief? Have there been heart-breaking and weep? And whether it had a depressing bore? Do you understand how to be released? Clear about the release of the sure? Can a good relieved? Is it to appease their own good that tears the heart? -

You will do it quietly digest? Whether it will be quiet to handle it? Would it into their own learning and work come from? And whether it will release complete Xixiang care their loved ones in them? But it is innocent of them to share with you their displeasure and weep? -

When a friend's joke at the same time, or gently ringing in your ears when you are alone, heart-breaking, it will use the sky to light the flame of anger in your heart do? Will quarrel with the rapid to be depressed several times its own amplification, the deduction should not cost the roar and abuse each other? -

Above these, ever had in your such and such around the "Phantom" mean? Have you had a "positive" definition? Whether you had a time of "warm" hug it? Will you firmly in the storm brewed in the embarrassment of your line? And whether the end result is completely contrary to what your own expectations? -
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No desire Fireworks

That the fireworks must have been hidden behind a beautiful story, as our numerous sadness hidden behind the same. Fireworks shed all brilliant, bustling ended, we always have to sigh a fireworks cold easily.
Fireworks after all, is lonely, but we now face Hope the two fireworks. Whether a person alone to watch the night sky, counting the little bit off fireworks, or two closely cling to share with dazzling scenery, fireworks, are always dying.
Fireworks heart is hot, hot enough to make it in an instant arise, and then blasting, withering, and finally reduced to ashes. Fireworks heart is bleak, cold enough to glimpse it makes the cold light of the soul as, it vanished in that moment, it is cold, biting cold.
View of fireworks each year has a different feel, as it leaves in different seasons, as similar engraved ring is always in a different life. Bloom of fireworks to clear context it seems that an article printed clearly carved texture of life, read it, how much is not easy.
So we always like to quietly watch for it. From its bloom in the sky the moment, it's fate is doomed - and high above the moment, is the moment the dust settles, all the prosperity will vanish in the next second, all the glamor in the next moment into a sentimental sigh. It still is so quietly blooming, fading away with, but what the viewer's heart with the feeling that we can only own experience.
Just a smoke fills enough to whom we feel sad and dreary.
Has a gorgeous ring alternative? Bale is just an illusion.
The world of those who love and hatred, then why not a noisy farce, then why not do a brilliant fireworks?

This is my only time with a heart to understand the perception of a smoke, when the fireworks in the sky, the time jump, my heart is jumping tension. I suddenly discovered that fireworks, like most of our lives, have played, have performed a climax, a curtain. Our lives, but also just as, like fireworks, naked show in the world. Fireworks in the process, I saw a reproduction of life.

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