Love and ears

More than once to listen to a friend to tell him the image of his ideal, and more than once to listen to his passion after another feeling: who will be my beautiful love! A thousand times suddenly look back, eagering for thousands of times, may be behind the pink Liulv remains the same, but lacked a beautiful people get pity for the people love makes people restless woman. Does the world let me admire the woman already gone? Do I love dreams is a painting of the clouds, the rain is no trace?
Actually, the beautiful people did not go away, the dream of love doesn’t necessarily end into the clouds, and if you don’t put yourself in love misunderstanding can not extricate themselves. That erroneous zone, is you to “beautiful” the illusion. If beauty is a tree, the tree trunk, the branch, the leaf, the flower is beautiful all, indispensable. If in your eyes, the beauty of a tree just to the trunk or branches or leaves or flowers is not a tree of the identification of a tree, then you are on the “beautiful” illusion of love. The beauty of a woman is as beautiful as a tree. The beauty of a woman, in the face, but also in the heart. On the face of a woman’s beauty since ancient times, and even raise a Babel of criticism of daubed, mythical legend. Ancient beauty, eye, such as the autumn wave, if the United States mountains with DEB, face, such as peach, lip if cherry red, the prospect of hope  – – – – – – really is thousands of Jiao hundred flatters. Today, modern cosmetic surgery like a rising wind and scudding clouds, tide dress changing moment, woman’s appearance and deportment is unmatched in the ancient order, a thousand kinds of amorous feelings million people also to say as the potential. The desire to look attractive is universal. But regardless of the past, then the beautiful appearance is also the old people also could not escape the fate. The face is also the old, and the beauty of the heart is not over water, not withered flower, is truly a woman beautiful place. If a person put all his energy for the appearance of the decoration, in order to look forward to their own forever is a person to get the eternal praise and admiration of others, this can not be said to be his sorrow. If a love desire men only the pursuit of beauty of face each other and the lack of women’s inner beauty is understanding, appreciation and pursuit, this illusion of “beautiful” will undoubtedly trapped him in a sad situation. This sadness is that he can not seize the opportunity in a timely manner, his mind and body to the people who have passed him, that he once loved, will give him a happy person.
There is a story, may wish to be used as an example. The story of two men agreed in a field of wheat harvesting wheat, from the head, walk to the end, go only once, not look back, and in the process can adopt a wheat, finally see wheat grain who pick up to the full. The two men started the game. Which a man, when he saw a good ear, he always wanted to maybe have a better wheat in front of him, so he walked to the side, waiting for him to go to the farm, suddenly found oneself is unexpectedly empty handed, and around the ears of wheat is far from just he met the ear. But he is not back, he has only one with melancholy. Another man, when he went to the middle of Medina, seize the opportune moment to put a wheat harvest in the hands. This is not the whole grain of wheat is one of the best, but he is at the moment the most satisfied one. To him, he picked up one of the most beautiful ears full of wheat.
If you are looking for lover’s mind as the story of the first man, because you illusion of “beautiful”, 99 percent of your result will be a bad luck, and love missed and beauty for the people. The remaining one percent belong to the luck, and this is not the luck of ninety-nine percent of the unreliable.
In order not to miss the beautiful ears, we should do in the story the man picking to seize the opportune moment.

Invisible love

Invisible love
One summer evening, it was very good. I went for a walk in a clearing, he saw a small boy about 10 years old and a woman. That children are only very rough evasive fight one set up on the Earth, and he has seven or eight meters away from the glass.
The child can sometimes miss a projectile metres, but also fluctuated. I stood not farbehind him, he hit the bottle, because I haven’t seen a Slingshot so poor children. The woman sitting on the grass, picked a heart from a heap of stones, gently passed into the hands of children, smiling peacefully. The child would put stones on leather,out, and took another one. Can be seen from the woman‘s eyes, she is the mother of the child.
The child seriously, hold your breath, aiming for a long time, didn’t hit a shot. Stoodby them but I could see that he must not hit this play, but he kept playing.
I walked up and said to the mother:
Let me teach him how to play?
The boy stopped, but still looked at the bottle directions.
He smiled a smile of my mother. No, thanks! She paused, looked at the child and softly said, he couldn’t see.
For a long time, I muttered, “Oh … … Sorry! but why?
The other children play.
“Uh……” and I said, “but he … … How can you hit?
I told him, there will always be hit. Mother calmly said, the key is that he did not.
I was silent.
For a long time, the boy the frequency gradually slowed down, and he was tired.
His mother did not say anything, also picked up a small stone is very serene,smiling, just pass the pace slowed.
I found this very regular beat the boy, he hit a shot, a bit to one side and hit a shot,then point, then slowly moved back.
He knew only that general direction!
Night wind hits, crickets singing in the bushes, and the stars in the sky there are barely discernable. Issued by the pimp crackling sound and collapsing on the floor ofa stone banging sound was still monotonously repeats. For the kids, night and daydoesn’t make any difference.
Another long, the night off, I could not see the bottle contour.
Today he was not hit. I think. Hesitated, they say good bye, turned and walked to the back.
Not far out, a bottle of crisp cracking sound came from behind.

A grateful heart

A grateful heart


Most of the time, often with a thankful heart, devotion to all who know and do not know me. They have given me a reminds, a smiling, love, enough to let me live deeply emotional aftertaste.
Four years ago, a maple bloodstained autumn, I am frustrated on the political, anddo business with people cheated, life suddenly fell to the bottom. On a cold night, Ileft my home, came to present the city, in the heart of the trauma will always be mydream every night is sorrowful pain. The city accepted me, is everything this city tohold me, let me renewed confidence in life, gave me a side venture of the sky again.Slowly, I have my own circle of life, friends would be more mutual understanding each other, are going all out to help, ultimately only a current career.
So, going through life‘s ups and downs, after the pain of his wife, many ordinary days, static often took to the sense of moving out. I know this love is sincere, is to offer to the world, always ultimately there will be some setback in life, and what happens in the world. But as this hot feelings, let my heart always turbulent ups and downs,always feels like the Sun is shining, insisted on going on the road of life.
Although early right now or starting a business, but one can settle down on their own efforts, a friend‘s help, I think more is often the truth of this world gave me a lotof warmth. This Thanksgiving will always be with me forever.
I want to thank my friends, friendship broke up the darkest moment of my life, longlife cold warm my heart; I would also like to thanks all the people love me in different ways, let me walk the hard road of life, leading me to clear homes.
Feelings of gratitude, Thanksgiving was real Wen Ai world, warm hearts!
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For love has far to go

When I announced to be married at the Changchun, father deeply bowed his head. Father gray hair loss. He does not know he has never been far daughter would do such a horrible act, then he bowed his head with a heavy, said. I’ll think about it, I always have to take into account the second …
In fact, failed to consider is ~ I like, what, how many rings did aliens come to Earth, girls marry to get father’s permission? world ask a girl to get shy and hid behind my mother, sanmeiliuzheng set for life? I’m not a traditional and now don’t want to return to. Thought about it, and I give a five-day, five days a week.
Girlfriend somehow hears ran the next day, asked, surprised at first glance I was really going to marry in Changchun that last name son? what I say he does not name Liu, you should call his brother or sister, or simply called, anyway, can’t tell because I do not allow. Girlfriend didn’t perceive sweep to the second Shuttle, very lovingly patted my face, like a grandma Wolf to speak up in Changchun. It lived large nails into the wood and bark House, slipped Heatable Adobe sleeping platform. Last roots coals drifting soot that filled the room. Fire fight, House on the island of ice, white cream everywhere. That’s great, you can be a Princess …
The worst of my aunts came on the third day, and haven’t seen my shadow had tears tears tears. Said she may want to see me a few times, maybe in the future want to see niece. Cruel NH, who lost with you • • • • •.
Don’t know who will come, I may as well hide out. Really tired there is always someone to hold pseudo-expert discussions in my ear. North-East North-East. , And father, while watching the weather forecast. I probably overnight into polar bears, at least in the eyes of others like this. Or thousands, was warm and not wait, not to the place who froze to death.
The fifth day, the final deadline is up. I suddenly have some mercy is about to lose her daughter’s father, decided to make the time allowed at night. After dinner, I am confident and enthusiastic to go alongside my father, as father to think that I have matured, have the strengths to enclose all sinister, I solemnly asked. You think?
Father was going to see the weather, turned and looked at me sharply when they are frightened, old eyes, sad and helpless. I have no eyes away, the father did not. Father and daughter looked at each other silently minutes, maybe half a century I said no too. The father did not bow, lateral corners I can’t see his face, I shall never forget the frail voice said, “you have to prepare fur-leather pants.”