lonely Night

The bustling city, vehicles and pedestrians come and go, people have long been almost forgotten the law of the time. Yes, when each had traversed in the recollection of the road, this time the feeling is like this, like the diary page of the past quickly, however, this diary can go back and look at over time is not the time to return to the initial The. Everything seems to be only from memory in the hearts of withholding the door open, slowly from the thoughts of the overflow, a gauzy sort out their own life.
Perhaps this is the rhythm of the times change too fast, so in many cases even the fact that Huanhua will become a dream, unable to convince the people identify with. Because there are too many dramatic circumstances in each individual's full of life. In many cases have not thought about that "time in the wrong combinations" to explain this is all happening? » However, rational always to overthrow their own, because in fact this is only a pretext. Like a lot of things to do as a short-lived dream, like a short flash of fireworks in the night, and magnificent moment to sink. Yeshenrenjing just want more time, carefully listening to the music fresh and smooth, immersed in pure music, may be able to retrieve the initial calm. As it because it into the early spring snow, pure and perfect. Yin Yu gradually fade away in time, you can feel those Cajianerguo the Renhuo Shi.
All along, in this colourful life has maintained a habit. Accustomed to the morning to drink water, drink boiled water at night also. Accustomed to the morning wake up with tasteless water their own perception, at the Whitewater touch with the impetuous day comfort. Because every day in repeated, from sunrise to sunset. Only used to the feeling of white water from desalination to sweet. This is a process, lonely, sentiment and life. Perhaps such a habit of life can not be changed, because it can remember the white water and dust-free clarity, it seems that this should be a state. I did not have to, but I do not know From the day I started into the habit of it.container yard
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Flashing neon streets, had a reversal of black and white, day out at night, like a ghost-like himself,. Darkness is always a brightness Zhongqing, now even the fear of strong light burns the eyes, the eyes will burn afraid of tears. Afraid of tears, and also energy to convince myself do not believe in tears. In fact, this seems to tears when only a sense of nothingness, when the tears out, the kind of nothingness that is also a kind of irreplaceable value or the meaning of unknown purpose. This is the wrong time should be the kind of empty, empty from the heart, like a Qiu Ye Qing Feng in the same cooler. In fact, this is only a feeling it.
Yes, every night is not always the end of the story. Watching other people's stories, feelings of the youth That the flow of blood. In fact, it's not just the flow of youth, more of a feeling. When the taste of the sentiments, perhaps a helpless, helpless after it found that the Philippine-page long time turn to an end. The wrong combination of time and repeated errors in the continuation. Once again returned to the water that era, clear, pure, its light into the mouth, Rongjin stomach. Slowly from desalination to sweet, from near to far women from far to near, just like the night to listen to music in general flying ear, the final touch Tsang Mang disappeared in the night, leaving only a memory and that the residual sound of the water Flavor.  

with the baffled a little bit sad; Two days later, the day has finally Fang Qing, Liqiu the clear sky, the less those Zaore, with the soft wind, the sun Yuyunjiandan, watching the sky far , Fuyun loitering in the four, at this moment he will also want to think of her, but now they are like two Zhiniu children, stubborn in their own way in this silent tell each other's feelings, long distance, the Xinyuan Zhichi , Entangled with the same inherent.
Twilight Guoshen, round moonlight long past abundance, the night Qingxiu night. At this moment still a little bit of nostalgia in the window just do not know why, she is gradually losing weight, as it bends and a half months. As she had to give up their own quiet and lonely, not like the origins of, Yilian Zhao. Wind from the open window gently blowing in, she eager for the passage of the Fang Cao Xiang Wan Feng, quietly let the wind to the heart of Rourun gentle guitar. She used to the quiet of the night to heart, lightweight, and the slightest Yueyun write and write some light mood. Danyue hands in the dark Nalvyouyuan find the light, that point is her Gupan Stars in the Mouzi Ying move that lit the way he left the road.depot Warehouse shipping containers container devanning
Star dilute the Moonlight, Shuying short ramp. In fact, she had always liked the short, the feeling of touch, and sometimes feel that it is more silk short strong colors, window Naliang of the child to return home gradually, the continuation of the noisy Fanluan daylight in the quiet night, gradually and more distant , In the night but faded in the Inside Story of the shell vanity, at this time, she need not deliberately, not artificial, without Weishi, so that all the real existence of the natural and heart are such a quiet, Pianan 3.10, quietly In the quiet, sustained-release of the soul Swirling flow.
Come Summer Night, his spirit of always Siyousiwu wrapped her, in fact, they have been so light the existence of each other in an unknown corner, the other party to stay in a small place, the Shou That insipid. In fact, he more often more like a little Weihuo have the lights, that temperature, is warm, not far from where the centrifugal照着her, not fire-not very stable. But when feelings to each other can not fly the wings to fly. She really can not do Xinruzhishui, then occasionally there are always a little bit of vanity in the surging.
When impetuous recede in mind that only glance his solemn moment of deep feelings, understand the occasional silence is the most profound. He said that with her, he is air, watching the air, can not but acknowledge his existence, he can not be divorced from the air, can not imagine a more impossible to touch, the air itself is unable to describe the existence of. Whether she is willing to, if in fact he has been on the air, live in her time, never a moment.
Haishishanmeng no, no Rouqing-spoken. Lack of commitment, have nothing, she said space is empty, the Buddha said: there is space, there is space, even if she let him leave, and the air itself can not leave, as long as she will have her air.