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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Lily’s story

Lily‘s story
I don’t remember the boy‘s way, and I don’t know his name, he never told me. I don’t know what to do now, he grew up in, remember that summer, but I still remember.
The crowd bustling, dusty streets, I have a small flower shop. Grew up I on dream with himself has a between glass spent housing, heap full color fun of spent, Sun through spotless of glass as came in, most important of, I to in spent housing of Central, Sun in, put a Zhang wood of small Roundtable, then with a simple of no decorative of glass spent bottled full a vase of white lily, and now, I on sat in a House spent of middle, afternoon of Sun are as in Lily spent Shang.
I note the boy some time, almost every week, he will come, lie on the glass to see Lily, his mouth half open, obsessed with eyes, I‘ve never seen a boy looked at the flowers so focused. Most boys to buy flowers are roses and baby’s breath, go pay the money spent, and not even see one eye. But he was a long time with the kind of concentration and even some loving eyes looking at me Lily, I could not help but to pay attention to him.
He spent a long time, I will smile to see him in the store, but he never looked away too. Until one day, I walked out of the store to greet him, and he jumped, ran, disappearing into the crowd. Then he hasn’t been for a long time, I regret, in the mood, asif you had accidentally trodden carefully pile up a child‘s Sand Castle.
One day in the summer, he walked into my shop, red face does not speak, as if gathering courage, about my smile made him feel at ease, he finally said that how muchmoney? I told has he, that when Lily also not as now as over are is, is is expensive of a spent, and he also not as is a body has many pocket money of children, so I on from vase in taking a branch handed to he, didn’t thought he rush to put hands back to behind, also back has a step, he see with I, said: “I don’t. However, you can let mework here, I don’t want your money, just...... he looked spent. I have never used a laborer, this is my dream, no guests when I like a person who quietly spent, but I readily agreed with him.
He works very hard, but not much experience, even though I gave him a pair of gloves, he often rose tied his hands, often speckled scars on his arm. Sometimes busy, he would see, I took a bunch of flowers in a jumble of sticks out. I have to say, he is avery quiet boy, silent as his age.
Once I caught sight of him standing next to the small round table, a wave of ecstaticlook on his face, a hand reaches out, like trying to touch the lily, his fingers are long,gently forward, several times to meet spending and drew back. I whispered: you cantouch, not feeling bad. He startled, very embarrassed to run to one side to find another job, for a long time, he suddenly said, really like her spent. Who?I and myclassmates. His face was red.
One day he didn’t come until late the next day, half of his face is swollen, stuffy to me saying: sorry, my dad locked me home yesterday and managed to come out today. Floating with tears in his eyes, no more explanation, but I can imagine what kindof situation, I could not help but pity from the heart, and said to him: you don’t come and it doesn’t matter, I’m going to give you flowers. He said loudly: no, no, I have to finish this summer. Then he came to his work very erratically, and sometimescan not come for several days, as always, are wound on his body. I love him, he is often asked if he wanted me to go and explain, I could give him some money to givehome pay, but he always refused, he said: this is my business, my own things.
Finally arrived on the last day of summer vacation, that it was very dark, the rain blowing in the air, the morning he dressed neatly in my shop, help me to work until this afternoon, I put all my lilies together, roots with wet cotton wrapped with cellophane and a beautiful white satin ribbon tie. He looked at me, eyes glistening, waiting forme to give him a bunch of flowers, he‘s excited face, it took a long time, I closed myeyes, I can see it. When the rain outside is already very big, I see him hunched over, loving flowers, walked away in the rain, I had to say a frustrated, remember when I was young, who faint, always will be, but never say it has in mind. I was thinking: that Ihad never seen the girl, really happy.
He came again the next day, I asked him: give flowers to her? His face is the happiness of quiet, nodded, shook his head and said, I put it in front of her house. I amvery surprised, he used such a difficult summer for flowers, was not personally in herhand, he could see that I was startled and said low: in fact, I have never spoken with her.
I think I can understand his feelings, because I have less years. Later, I have not seenhim, but I often wondered, if he would always remember the summer, white lilies inthe summer, there is, the girl who got to spend, whether life will commemorate those lilies with sweet gratitude. My flowers in the House, there are the small round table, clear glass, I‘ve never been into other flowers, only Lily.  

If perfect quietly fermentation

If perfect quietly fermentation

A Taiwan doctor, opened a private hospital near the door,

If “perfect” quietly fermenting. Because of his superb and diligent efforts, reached the wise age of is wealthy, with him also were top celebrities, often busy in front. Doctors have a son and three daughters. Sons are handsome, bright eyes, her daughter is a graceful flower. Doctor has a habit of taking a walk after supper, and as long as her son. Every time you walk, are wide and his only son talk about life. He was decorating the rivers and pointing his fame outside of the hospital, and then to his son in earnest: “ambition in your chest, must not be delayed. Your perfect life, I have to draw you a picture into the best school, and then into the best medical school and studying abroad, back when the best doctors! ”
Walk, son from primary school to secondary school graduation, if efficacy is extraordinary. Docile son not only obedient, never plays slingshots threw stones, and, indeed, wise, third has not been giving families a taste of humiliation. In Taiwan after the best medical school, he was strangely bright and polite, diligent plus frequent news, communication is the future hero.
But a problem for the University, Taiwan has a provision that each man must perform military service for one year. Wasn’t a big deal, but for the future was the son of the brilliant reflection of red in the eyes of the father, this is a great loss. To give her son escape from military service, he rushed around, meet frequently, but still frustrating.
When my son served out to the island, doctor consoled himself: it’s a perfect life minus one year. He sent his son to the Shi Li Ting, warm hearted saying: “son, you must find a corner under recite English words. Remember! ”
Son came that year, days are longer than a century, even when doctors give people energy concentration. But age, after all, like water, seemingly motionless, and then quickly approaching expiry of time limit. Then one day, someone sent a bolt of news: doctor’s son unfortunately died in the camp!
Death thing is a mystery, military camps up and down the investigation, found only a minor altercation. For others, sleep and do not forget, sleep three should forget. But the doctor son, just staring at this little thing, forget the great expectations, he can’t bear, stormed a gun from drinking.
Doctors how to swallow such a hit! He therefore more rush run, angrily calling, not to find out the “persecution” clue not available. Over the years, his business practice, service declined. Money has become dry. He is Ecstasy down, eyes are pale yellow, an aging. Finally, one day, he picked off hospital signs. Door Lo que scene, he was prepared to ignore. Another winter, depressed for a long time the doctors at home sudden Thunder, cracked a fine glass of your cabinets. His wife trembling debris picked up outside the room, but then was locked out. His wife feel bad, struggling to break down the door, but it is too late, light columns, again screaming vocals … …
This is a true story that occurred nearly 10 years ago. But come to think of it, does such a thing, are still quietly brewing, fermentation, heating up, always likely to repeat itself?
This year United States there is a poll: “would you be willing to use Clone method to obtain a perfect child? ”
The results of opinion polls is that only 6% few people readily answer, 76% who is not tempted: “I do not destroy the nature. “Couples replied:” we adopted 4 children, they have a different skin color or family background. Don’t say ‘ perfect ‘, and they both looks, intelligence and perfect there is too great a distance. Two of the children, because of mental disorder, requires long-term patience and guidance. However, if someone with perfect clones and exchange of our children, we have only one answer: ‘ no! ’”
Accept “not perfect”, as different colors. Have different colors, it is possible to have a colorful life. Moreover, the lives of several “perfect” spot, is the reason people humility, compassion and cherish.
Think about it, if the doctor is not very bright, the son of man, and also naughty by nature, reverse gate difficult, if doctors one day meets a patient, that person or children aren’t going to worry about too much, or because of my journey through thick and thin and have hypertension or emphysema, the doctor will have our deepest sympathy and emotion. He is healing at the same time, understanding is also delivered warm.
As people who have been ill, will be a special tribute to life.

If the “perfect” in the quiet fermentation

If the “perfect” in the quiet fermentation
A Taiwan doctor, who opened a private hospital near the door of the house. Because of his skill, and diligent efforts, to the age of 40 is wealthy, and he made are also top celebrities, the door is often heavy traffic. The doctor has a son and three daughters. Son Meiqingmuxiu, daughter is a man of striking appearance, graceful flower. The doctor has a habit of walking after supper, and as long as he is accompanied by his son. Each walk is wide, and the only son to talk about life. He was pointing Jiangshan, and pointing his famous outside the hospital, then sincere words and earnest wishes to say to her son: “you ambition in the chest, must not be delayed. Your perfect life, I have given you a blueprint: into the best schools, and then into the best medical school, and then to study abroad, when the first flow of doctors!”
Such a walk, from the son of primary school to middle school graduation, if the effect is extraordinary. Son not only obedient docile, and never fight a slingshot to throw stones, and really clever, has not let the family tasted third shame. After entering the Taiwan best medical school, he is more brilliant colors and diligently refined and courteous, frequent news, communication is the future of man.
But to the university there is a problem, Taiwan has a regulation that every man must be a year of military service. What wasn’t a big deal, but for the future is brilliant son reflected eyeful red dad, this is really a great loss. In order to let his son to escape military service, he rushed out, but still meet frequently, and go down.
When the island served her son to go out, the doctor consoled himself: even in a year, minus the perfect life. He sent his son to the first Ten-li resting station, earnestly exhort: “son, the fuck you must find a corner back English bitter words. Remember!”
My son went that year, the day is longer than a century, the doctor to see a doctor, and even some of the energy can not concentrate. But years after all, such as running water, seemingly not actually in the ice, the moment is close to the expiration of the time limit. Suddenly one day, someone sent a message: a bolt from the blue son unfortunately died in the camp doctor!
It’s a mystery. The camp up and down the investigation, found a little quarrel. In other people, not forget to sleep, sleep three should forget. But the son of a doctor, just staring at this little thing, forget the great expectations, he could not forbear, angrily shot from drinking.
How the doctor can swallow such a blow! He so hasty run, angrily they had to find out the non “persecution” no clues. A few years later, he dropped out of service business. The money is growing, too. He is great artists, eyes dark yellow, aging. Finally one day, he had to pick up the hospital’s signature. In front of the house of the Luo bird scene, he also has no psychology. Another winter, doctors have been depressed for a long time in sudden thunder, the glass smashed expensive. His wife will pick up debris at the outside of the house, but it was locked outside. His wife feel bad, struggling to hit the door, but it’s too late, I saw flames as columns, and the smell of screaming vocals……
This is the true story of the past 10 years ago. But come to think of it, isn’t it, not still quietly brewing, fermentation, heating, always be repeated?
There is a public opinion poll in the United States this year: “do you want to use the method of cloning to obtain a perfect child?”
The results of a poll is very small only 6% of the 76% people who readily agreed, without love: “I don’t want to destroy the natural.” The couple replied: “we have adopted 4 children, they have a different color and family background. Don’t say ‘perfect’, they have a very big distance in their appearance, intelligence, and perfection. One of the two children, because of the mental barrier, need to be patient for a long time. But if someone uses the perfect clone to exchange with our children, we have only one answer: No ”
Accepting “not perfect” is like receiving a different color. Have different colors, it is possible to have a colorful life. And, in the life of a few “imperfect” spots, it is to make people humble, sympathetic and cherish the reasons.
Just think, if the doctor’s son is not intelligent, but unfortunately, a mischievous nature reverse disobedient one day, if the doctor met a patient, the person or for the children not to worry excessively, or because of his journey to have hypertension or hardships and dangers, emphysema, the doctor will have deep sympathy and feeling. He treats people, but also to pass understanding of the warmth.
Like a man who has been ill, it will be a special respect for life.

Doubt your price

Doubt your price
Many years ago, I lived in New York, I remember in a spring evening, I decided to go to a non Broadway musical performance. It was there that I first heard Salome Bey’s beautiful song. I was enchanted by her song. I believe she will be another Sarah Vaughan. Sarah Vaughan is the American jazz singer, has been known as the singer in the singer”.
It was a wonderful feeling. Although at that time the theater half empty, but is still singing Salome, so absorbed and song is still so beautiful, so beautiful, the whole play principle everywhere echoed her song, it can be said that her song brings vitality to the entire theater. Before this, I have never seen such a performance. Although the deserted audience makes me feel a little disappointed, but the wonderful performance of Salome still makes me excited. So I decided to write an article about her.
The second day, I tried to restrain his excitement, to show that there is one theatre with a phone call. I pretend to be a professional writer, and the writer’s voice asked: “Hello, may I ask Salome Bey in it?”
“Oh, she’s in, please wait a moment.”
“Hello, I’m salome.”
“Hello, Miss Bai, I am Nora Proffitt. I’m going to write an article for the Essence magazine to promote the achievements you have made in singing. I do not know whether you can attend and see me, so I can interview you through singing in the side of the road?”
Here, I can’t help thinking: “how can I say so? If the “essence” magazine to know it, they’ll put me up, and for her singing achievements I knew nothing at all!” At this time, I heard a voice in my heart at their shouts: “are you really in trouble!”
“Oh, of course,” Salome replied, “just next Tuesday I will make my fourth album. Could you come and see me in the studio? If you can, bring your photographer together.”
“With my photographer?!” Hearing this, my confidence suddenly disappeared in the heart to Not the least trace was found., very upset, “this time I can really ‘Cleverness may overreach itself. ah.”. I don’t even know who has a camera!”
“I’m thinking about one thing now,” Salome “is continued, recording after the end, I would also like to” hair, the city and on the highway of life “producer Mr. Gault McDermott went to Staten Island is located in the top of the church to attend a charity show. Why don’t you come and join us? I’ll introduce you to him.”
“Well, of course, of course I’m going,” I said, trying to put on a very professional tone, “that would make it a whole new perspective.”
“A brand new perspective? How do you know?” My voice just fell, the brain that critical voice immediately jumped out to me questioned.
“Thank you, Miss Bai,” I’m going to the end of the telephone conversation, he said, “next Tuesday I will come to visit you.”
When I hung up the phone, I could not help but be just a scared out in a cold sweat. I just felt like falling into quicksand, and it will soon be swallowed like, even have no chance to save your dignity.
The next few days are almost a flash. In these days, I’m not darted into the library, to find out who is Gault McDermott, is frantically looking for a 35 mm camera acquaintance, after all, to get a real photographer is impossible, because I have put all my money will be spent on Broadway theater on the ticket.
Maybe it’s my hard work and I’ve got a photographer. It was an accidental opportunity, and I had no intention of hearing that my friend Barbara had become a very good photographer. So I went to ask her for help. After a hard request, Barbara finally agreed to accompany me to interview.

In an instant, it’s Tuesday. I took Barbara as Miss Salome Bey rushed to the recording studio, she and Mcdermott Gault held a charity show top of the church. In the interview, although I still act like a professional like, sitting there, and if thoughtfully, from time to time in a yellow pad on the record, but I actually very nervous, afraid to mess it up. This is a simple question from the poor. Because, I always ask her questions “you can tell me……” Start. In contrast, Barbara is much more experienced than I was, when I was talking to Salome Bey, she is in our side, choose the suitable angle, to seize the opportune moment to press the shutter.
Soon, the interview was over. One out of the church, I went along the street, like a mad rush. After a long distance from the church, the church was out of breath. I really want to call an ambulance, because I feel that the pressure of the pressure on their own is about to die. But, in the end, I just got a taxi.
When I arrived home safely, I began to write. But, every word, I hear a small but very harsh voice in my mind! You’re not a writer at all! You’ve never written anything! Well, you don’t even have a decent shopping list! You will never succeed!”
Not only that, but I soon realized that while writing an article about Salome Bey fool is a simple thing, but as a professional writer for the “essence” of such a nationwide magazine is not a matter of an easy job to do, I said, it is almost impossible to the success of the. Suddenly, I felt a kind of invisible pressure to hit me, I pressed almost breathless.
Over the next few days, I have almost all of my body and mind in the writing of this article. I wrote it over and over again, and again and again, even I do not know how many times I have been rewritten, how many times the number of times. Finally, I finally feel satisfied. So, I take two double spaced carefully printed a neat manuscript, putting it in a large envelope, and enclosed a written address, I put enough stamps on the empty envelope, then put it into the mailbox. Back away after watching the postman took the letter, I feel very upset, and figuring out exactly how long to wait repeatedly in order to receive the “essence” magazine editor that reads “hate” two word rejection letter.
Waiting time is not very long. After about three weeks, my manuscript was returned, put my address in that I had written the letter. “What a shame it is!” I thought, “how can I imagine myself in a world dominated by a professional writer as a professional writer to compete?” I’m really stupid!”
I know I can’t face that letter writing editing is not love my work for various reasons of the rejection letter, so I simply did not even the demolition of demolition, wholly intact conveniently and threw it into a cupboard from me recently, and will soon forget it, the order I do torture experienced a painful experience on the spot.
Five years later, I’m going to move to California city to Sacramento in a marketing work. When I cleaned my flat, I suddenly found a letter that had not yet been sent to Kaifeng, and the address on the envelope was clearly written to me. “Why did I send this letter to myself?” I wonder. In order to reveal the mystery, I immediately opened the letter, the original is “essence” magazine editor to write. I read it with a question:
Dear miss puluofeite:
The story you wrote about Miss Salome Bey is so wonderful. However, we need you to provide some relevant notes and citations. Would you please fill it as soon as possible, and send it back to us, we want to publish your work in a magazine.
After reading this letter, I was stunned, for a long time to come to the. Because of the fear of rejection, I how to pay the heavy price! At least, I lost 500 dollars in royalties and articles published in the mainstream magazine on the opportunity, and this is the best that I can become a professional writer. What is more important, the fear that I have been unable to enjoy the pleasure of writing for many years, and has been unable to write a lot of high quality works. Today, I have published more than one hundred articles in the six anniversary of the day when I became a full-time freelance writer, looking back on that experience, I have come to an important lesson, that is: to doubt yourself, is to pay a very high price!

Precious things are slowly growing

Precious things are slowly growing
Precious things are slowly growing. Perhaps no exceptional IQ EQ no Super savvy and flexible mobility but that does not mean we have no chance of success as long as we don’t give up do not discard keep working, also President of the fruits of victory. When I was a kid in trouble is not willing to challenge, riding a single wheel bicycle, skateboarding, swimming, skating, I don’t want to learn, for fear of falling, choking. My mother encouraged me more than once, but I only watched the children playing, envious but dare not try. When I was nine years old, inspired by the mother, I was willing to try riding a single bike. Mother pushes a ways, let me ride. Fall more than once when I was in my own bike, but every time I got up, because I was thinking of my mom’s encouragement and expectations of me. After a long time of hard work, I finally overcome one-wheel bicycle this problem. My persistence efforts, skateboard, skating, swimming, and so difficult to solve, I had handy. In leisure-time activities, I challenge myself, and learning, I tried to make my achieved excellent results.

My score was not born there, but my mother when I was practicing hard, MOM is pay close attention to my studies, do not relax, let me to practice every day, so as to reinforce my understanding of mathematical analysis, mathematical thinking I have a flexible operation. Reading can make us accumulate more new knowledge. I knew from the book the shipping company of New Jersey-Manhattan developers and owners, A.R.A engaged in freight transportation company Chairman Arthur. xiangpatuolali, a child is not intelligent, always in the end of the class, but he worked hard to adhere to the accumulation of consolidated, turned out to be one of the rich. Precious things are slowly growing. We may be growth expectation for myself not fast enough

Like the fog like rain and wind

Very quiet, very quiet. No other begging, just flat light through it can see their hearts. I know you like boiling water, it is sometimes like a fog like rain sometimes and sometimes have the wind.
Himself, it seems that from the day of birth, the hit is doomed to struggle to float on the earth, and now he is like a fog, although in the air around the world, there is a real existence, but no one really go for you and a little waste of the disdain. As the mist is white open water evaporation out, with a zeal was the world of dust confined to the helpless, even if occasionally in the early morning sunrise again in order to do for a while to pave the way, that also is only the wink Yunyan nobody will therefore miss.

Himself, it seems that from the day of birth, the hit is doomed to struggle to float on the earth, and now he is like a fog, although in the air around the world, there is a real existence, but no one really go for you and a little waste of the disdain. As the mist is white open water evaporation out, with a zeal was the world of dust confined to the helpless, even if occasionally in the early morning sunrise again in order to do for a while to pave the way, that also is only the wink Yunyan nobody will therefore miss.

Themselves are helpless when alone, the thoughts welled up in my mind, like Li Qingzhao wrote of “under the brow but heart” into the autumn of EBOHR how could see river rolling eastward flow? Go to the east to the East, but the waves are the ages of the truly great men of their own now; and what is a ring? In this materialistic era of rampant heavy traffic if there is the last breath of his space? Blue Hui Guo choked throat, weak breathing in life to get rid of your body.

Oneself in frustrated? Gently over his heart asked myself. Otherwise why not only hurt the hearts of people. Heart some cold because the hearts of the tears, tears like their own thoughts but not willing to give a little comfort, I like the rain and tears as the water and the cooling of the memories, really hurt people but also hurt the heart.

Every little bit years myself like the wind blew……
Some people treat me as a treasure, in fact, “treasure” is not “treasure” also really does not matter, they just want to their children to have a life of happiness and they are father and mother; some people treat me as a tree, from childhood reading aloud already know, he in my meticulous care, they want their students one day in the future can become a towering tree, is their is a teacher. All this they have let in the black land; all the blackboard and chalk have become the witness of their lives. And what do I have to do with myself?

Inadvertently, disturb the mind, do not know when to forget the time to forget their own, static lift glance out the window not static seems to hold your breath. I do not know when the winter is coming, in the face of a world full of boundless still obsessed with summer memories. It seems that only when you can forget the worries and anxieties. Who knows what will this day be how long is this winter rain or fluttering silk Snow gleams white. next year?
The sound of the door to open up the idea, to take back the heart to see if they have the screen, but they are still trying, then know that they are themselves.
I love every one of my love in this world, including myself……
The wind is blowing up, so cold……

Raft simple, remote send years


Autumn courtyard, a bit more bright and clean, the wind blowing over the short walls, the tree of sweet scented osmanthus blowing spilled a, air was filled with faint fragrance, pneumatic, sweet scented osmanthus fragrance, the fall of a picture, the late flowering, the early fall, more let the sweet in the brief blooming, the warm and beautiful. And Lianbi, I love her true, full and rich, have a taste of the reality. Flowers and the Double Ninth Festival, pale as chrysanthemum, in the autumn of facial features, the lush summer, scattered petals, together with a little bit of clip dust in the pages of the book, keep a pool of water, autumn white Xian, see frost decorated in autumn skirts, appreciate the autumn leaves, in fact, secure life, but is in search of ordinary days, repeating a simple. Always believe time can change a person’s state of mind, more and more do not like Chunyang fighting posture of flowers, and fell in love with the flowers, autumn lonely lonesome however, will no longer be longing for fresh clothes horses, began to yearn for the simple, eager to courtyard deeply, find a person sleeping time, compose Heartsongs, commoner coarse food, light life, Jane, deep old green, heavy shadows, blurred moonlight, and the friend phase contract of facial features, flows east, Ying Ying circles, the relative silence, Xinshu smile, the meaning is not speaking.


Any time in the morning, the old bird in the noisy, old in the dusk of the warm lights, in the old love in each other. Want to see rain in spring, autumn light in dense dream, is a kind of beauty. Season is years represents a picture, you only need to treasure, with a touch of free and easy, and Xiadaobie, turned, and will encounter autumn. Only for autumn, see time tide, tapping years honed, but is the process of a scene, we have to learn in the process simple, life, because was removed and the abundance. I since the breeze, you from the moon, the world, are not persistent, light facing the moon, the convergence of a window of the white moon and poetic. Long years, all meet, in the depths of time, fall into flowers, colorful, I self Susan like chrysanthemum, and vegetation is gentle and treat, in a small fireworks addiction, ecstatic, a line wouldn’t be lonely. Like, occasionally let time slow down, with a cup of tea in hand, clear light, heart a song, flexuous, in the text to find a sentiment, let the heart warm Ann.


Life is always too hastily, must not days, less crowded, if always blindly rushing and move on, let the heart because of fatigue, and barren, stay a little longer, comb the train of thought to finish time of deep and shallow, let life exchanges more precipitation and calm. Those years of joys and sorrows, and do not want to say who listen to, and only drank tea, and then remembered or forgotten. Dull days, open the eyes of a windows in the heart, full of flowers and sunshine, always read and warm, let smiling in my arms, let the years safely reach the other shore. Would rather hold fragrant branches old, not with yellow leaves the autumn wind, plain Jane in my heart is faint, light in honor, light in the quiet between, such as life, experience XuanZa, used to look at the bustling, far from the vigorous dedication, only after the sails concise; as years have to do a thousand sails, leaving is sparsely Lang Lang’s indifferent, pleasant to the eye is simple. Such as open flowers on the hillside, not deliberately, not artificial, just the hushing bloom; such as deep mountain chrysanthemum, regardless of left hope right only fragrant surplus sleeve. Xijinqianhua, the concept of water, calm an Xi, Su Su Jing, after the bustling as Jane, but heart, there are flowers of the voice.


I want to write a poem, send away the years, poems don’t write love. Do not write the vicissitudes of life, just write, bud in March, grow in the sunshine of the Xin Xi; write summer pond, lotus pointed that cool; write autumn clouds, frost dyed red maple’s poetry, write the winter snow, don’t dye dust pure. The spring breeze once, intricately lotus incense Qiushui long day and color, winter snow lean on a railing to see, years small raft, incense and dark in the breeze, rain moistening of the United States. Some Huashi, clearly know the Tumi, but still so happy; roadside grass, although destined to will brown, but also the green too, why should Shangchunbeiqiu? Why is it perfect? The song that I sang too, this road, I cherish the good, the scenery I have watched it. I walked along a leaf growth context, from spring to summer bud, growth, into the eyes of autumn. I saw that a strain of reeds, leaning on the relaxed and long days, alleys Qingshi Dengying, write a full moon, goose, owned by the north, singing songs of parting, open fields, in words of the watch, the grass and the frost also maintained a stubborn, in the autumn wind, the picturesque yellow, only Xiyan, Ann static open in the corner and tell the old time.

On how the flowers, always in possession of the fragrance, no matter what the season will have sunshine, I put the hide in the autumn, enjoy the moonlight over the fallen leaves, heart is not desolate, summer is in full bloom, a bleak autumn, season each time was removed, there are different meanings, and what need to care about, even a single flower, on behalf of the spring, which leaves, in the upcoming fall withered, vines, floating hidden fragrance, the hope, in the corner of the place. I love, in the spring of canvas embroidery, in the summer of the facial features, cool, in autumn dusk woven silk, polyester heart in winter white. I write poetry, like to write spring cut Liu, Xin Yan attempting a comeback; painting, custom landscape dependencies, affordable shades; singing, but also to happy and free, lingering endless; music, melodious, high mountain and flowing water. I know, this world is not perfect, but as long as the heart is good, there is no need to worry huagongyelu, willow green? Don’t take the book to, why should I spend; if tea, tea is intoxicating liquor why. I see the sunrise East, I see the sunset afterglow, trees in front of the high, seasonal flowers bloom, life, but a hurried, encountered along the way a lot of people, you, the breeze light LAN; you go, still water runs deep. Needy, since Tim clothes; chunhuaqiuyue, words are not clear anxious, Huai Su and quiet, product of quiet and cool, deep in the courtyard, and affinity for people, under a single warm seed, until next year, with the flowers together in full bloom.